When My Wish Is In Line With My Destiny
53. An Answer

After finishing the tahajud prayer in the third of the night, Ica again fell asleep in her sleep on the stretch of prayer prayer prayer. Iandang the dawn adhan which sounded so clear from his room woke Ica from her deep sleep which was only for a moment. The girl went to the bathroom for ablution before she performed her prayers.

Azan shubuh had finished reverberating, Ica began to stand upright on her alphabet. Two rakaat Sunnah prayers before dawn prayers have been completed he tunaikan first.

Because his virtues exceed the world and its content.

After the Sunnah prayer, Ica stood up again to perform her fardhu prayer. The heaviest prayers are performed among the five times of prayer.

Many people are negligent with this prayer time, even though Allah has put the glory of a believer in the prayer of the morning and its prayer.

Not infrequently humans who neglect that time because of busyness and laziness is greater than other prayers.

After the dawn prayer, Ica took her Koran mushaf on the table. He memorized his memorization which was already 15 juz.

Juz to 14 Surah Al Hijr which he is currently muroja'ah.

Behind his busy life, the girl always took the time to muroj'aah memorization even though only 5 sheets, because she did not want to lose something that was already very difficult she could.

At six o'clock in the morning, Ica finished his rote muroja'ah and prepared to go to his coffee shop which will be opened at nine o'clock.

"Breakfast before you leave."

Say hello to Dian who is preparing breakfast on the dining table.

"Yes, Syadzi wants to wear a headscarf first." she said.

The black-colored style of denim color variations with a long hijab that is also denim-colored, looks so graceful when worn by it.

"God's beauty is neat, very graceful, you like to see non Syadzi wear this shirt."

The girl broke her smile.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Let's eat first non."

Ica was sitting in a chair that had been faced with a variety of breakfast menus.

"Tumben cooked a lot this morning."

"Yes dong non. Non-Syadzi don't eat at home."

"So dian wants to tell Syadzi to eat all for lunch."

"Yes... That is non. It's not papa after all non" said mbak Dian with a smile.

A ringing from my phone rang out, signaling an incoming call.

"Papa" the name on his phone's screen.

His heart was slender as he looked at the name on his screen.

Already a hunch, surely papa will call her and ask her again about the answer.

Because those three days are over.

Ica tried to calm her unreasonable feelings when she would pick up the phone.

"Assalamualaik."

Ica opened her phone line by saying hello first.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Son."

"What's the pa." Ica asked as if she did not know what her father meant.

"What about your answer, son?"

Gritting both of her eyes towards Madam Dian's face.

the girl momentarily fell silent. Dian looked at her face. Slowly nod his head. Convinced Ica to accept the proposal.

The first night of Istikharah, Ica had not received any answers. So too with the next night.

His heart trembled even more as he entered the third night. And the answer is.

"Ica, papa's still talking to you, isn't he?"

"Yes pa." she answered a little nervously.

Ica began to slowly regulate her breathing.

"God willing pa. God willing Syadzi is ready to accept the proposal." Ica said as she closed her eyes for a moment.

"Alhamdulillah." Papa's voice sounded relieved and happy at that time.

Sally felt the same as her dad.

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A girl and her friend got out of the car and entered a coffee shop.

Seen from afar, it seemed like Ica recognized one of the two.

"Fitri." he muttered.

Ica approached them.

"Assalamualaik." Ica greeted him first.

"Getishalight."

"You're Fitri, right?"

For a moment the girl looked at Ica like she was remembering something.

"Mak Ica yes."

Ica nodded with a smile.

Fitri then shook Ica's hand and kissed her as respect.

They sat at table no 10 which they had ordered first.

"So this coffee shop belongs to mbak Ica."

"Alhamdulillah, yes Fit." she replied with a smile.

"God willing, I am now a businessman."

Ica again elaborated on her smile.

"Fitri often comes here during the coffee shop is opened. But Fitri never met directly with the owner. Alhamdulillah now Fitri has faced directly with the owner of the coffee shop."

Ica returned a smile that was accompanied by her small laugh.

While talking with Fitri at that time, Ica remembered that Fitri was one of the IAIN Salatiga students.

It crossed his mind to ask about the young lecturer, surely a little bit of Fitri would know about the lecturer at the campus.

"You're still in college at IAIN right Fit."

"Alhamdulillah still mbak. God willing three more semesters Fitri finished S1."

"Alhamdulillah."

"When Asthma' what? He's still there, right?"

"Alhamdulillah still mbak. But a few months of this is doing research in Malaysia. God willing in this week his research is completed and Asma' will soon return to Indonesia, because he will also take care of the preparations for his brother's wedding. Mas Zain, mbak."

His heart was shaken when he heard that name again.

"Absolute Asthma' is getting married? With who?"

"If Fitri does not know mbak, which is clearly possible in the near future, their marriage will take place."

Why was his heart so sore when he heard that statement. Who will the young man marry? Why the time is the same as the time of the wedding. Will they get married at the same time as their respective partners.

Means his premonition all this time who thought that Zain was married was not right.

During this time he thought that Zain had built a new life of his marriage with the woman of his choice at that time.

Ica wanted to ask again about the lecturer, but somehow it felt so heavy that the lips moved to ask him.

Let this curiosity he pendam until later he will meet directly with her on her wedding day.

Three glasses of cold milk avocado juz accompanied their conversation at the time.

"Why are you daydreaming?"

Ica looked a little nervous when asked by Fitri.

Ica just answered with a smile.

"How long have you been living in Borneo?"

"Ep.. About three months old."

Ica nodded back.

When he would again ask Fitri about the matter earlier, at that time Fitri moved from the coffee shop because there was sudden news coming from his phone.

Intentionally, Ica wants to invite Fitri to come on her wedding day, but what power if she herself does not know who exactly the prospective husband who will accompany her on the wedding day.

After Fitri and his partner left, Ica still sat alone while staring at the departure of her guests.

Only with erratic thoughts was also a curiosity that continued to wriggle in his mind.