You & Dusk
Groggily

The sun was rising, the sign to prostrate back was already visible. Not wanting to lose the fate of the Dhuha Prayer, Ivan took water in his hands and began to wash his face and other parts. His face was radiant and radiant due to the water of ablution still stuck on his face. While facing the Qibla with the intention of praying Dhuha he also berakbir towards his Lord.

Very solemn, movement after movement starting from the rukuk, prostrate to stand back he did slowly. His silent lips continue to recite the Qur'an and praise to Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala.

Two rakaats were finished but he crooked back to begin, two rakaat finished again and finally he began to raise his hand while praying to his Lord. Just one prayer today, may tomorrow afternoon her meeting with the family of the woman who has been following her for several months received her proposal, accepting her to join their family.

After flirting with his Lord with prayer, he prepared. Not only preparing for appearances but also mental and faith. Of course it is necessary because the possibility of him being rejected still exists even though the process he has been running well.

Ivan believed that the heart of the woman who wanted to be pinned down could change at any time, as well as the heart of the family of the woman because the one who governs the heart is He Who Has the Most Heart.

The meeting with his family will take place tomorrow afternoon. Maybe because he was not calm, he finally thought to meet with his best friend first asking for advice and input. He also went on a motorcycle. He went to the house of Arman, his best friend who had helped him study Islam and guided him all along.

*in the meantime, at Arman's place.

Arman, where are you going?" said the mother who saw me out with the motor.

"i went to the flower shop Ma." My reply.

Like the week before, today I have to repeat my weekly routine. Ordering sunflowers and sending them to someone as a sign of apology. Although I did not dare to state it directly to him. I just wrote a little story on every flower I sent him so that at least he knew that I had regretted what I did to him."assalamualaikum Mas." I said into the flower shop.

"yes.. Uh Mas Arman."

"as always." I said to Mas Lukman.

"yes Mas, but sorry it seems we can't send the flowers tomorrow because it just so happens that the courier is on leave tomorrow I also have to go out of town." Evidently.

"oh, that's it." I also had time to think for this time did not do this futile action. But considering this is the path I took to make amends, I can't help but do it. Even though all this time the message I put on the flower was never answered and was not responded to by it.

"then let me love you myself." I said to vent.

"surely, Mas."

"yes, no papa."

"yes, I don't want to wait another 2 days." Said.

"yes Mas. Please." Please." I said insistent.

"yes, it is. I'll prepare the flowers first."

For some reason today Mas Lukman is acting strangely like that, his gaze is also different. Maybe because all this time he thought that I did not dare to give this flower directly, so he said as before. I can understand because it has been 5 months of this routine I live and only this time I took the initiative to deliver the flowers directly.

Soon Mas Lukman came with a bunch of sunflowers I ordered. After that I came out of the store and made a firm heart to go to his house, to his house, to Alfy's house.

On the road while riding a motorcycle I was restless, in my mind kept imagining what facial expression he would look like if I saw him coming to his house. Maybe he'll smile like he used to or even think of me as nobody.

What my mind is, maybe she didn't read every short message I put on every flower I sent her. Did the paper get thrown away by reading the contents?

My mind kept spinning until I got to her right in front of her house. I stayed on the bike for a moment, trying to calm myself down. I took a deep breath to calm my mind, after which I said bismillah while parking my motor. "assalamualaikum.. Excuse me." I said salute while hitting you with a locked iron fence.

I kept repeating and kept saying my greetings but no one answered. If you notice this house seems to be empty but I still try until someone in the house next door comes out and says that the owner of this house is out. He said the owner of the house was going to his parents' house.

Hearing that, of course, I was a little disappointed, but how else. For a moment I thought about leaving this flower in front of the house but I paused my intention for fear that the owner of this house had only returned in two or a few days. Until the flowers wither and free.

I finally decided to bring this flower back home with me. At least at home I can keep it fresh and not withered for free.

Back when I was burdened with thoughts of my unbiased destiny, I felt that one more sign of today, a sign that should make me have to retreat for a long time. It's just that every want to retreat, my feelings and heart seemed unable, still giving the spirit to not give up. That's what I'm doing right now, staying strong and not giving up.

When I got home, I saw a motorbike parked. When I entered I saw Ivan sitting and chatting with my mother. "Ivan. Tumben what's up?" I said shaking hands with him.

"Yes, have a conversation, son. Mom come in first." Said Mother.

I then sat with him. It seems like he wants to say something.

"Arman, I seem to be groggy."

"goof? Why emang?"

"i'm actually going to Yana's house tomorrow. Tomorrow is Man's determination."

"Where? Oh the woman who's ta'aruf with you Van?"

"yes Man."

"what about Van?"

"tomorrow he finally answered my proposal. I'm either accepted or won't be answered tomorrow." Clearly Ivan.

"masyaallah Van. Spirit bro. God willing you will be accepted." My reply convinced Ivan.

"god willing, Man, but I don't want to be too hopeful for heartache."

"yes.. Right Van. Optimism is important. You calm down I doain hope you get Van."

"aamiinu. Thanks though.

"i didn't know you were married so soon. Though I still remember you being upset at Dian's residence." Reply teasing.

"subhanallah Man's. Not sure about marriage."

"insyaallah Van. Just calm down." I said to calm down Ivan who looked nervous.

"Huffs.. Bismillah." He said while breathing.

"it's quiet, sholeh and handsome men like you are God willing to accept."

"haha. Could it be you. So you think I should bring something? Or how?"

"oh, this is Van, I happen to have flowers." I said while showing Ivan the sunflower.

"sunflower?"

"yes, I was going to love someone but he wasn't home anymore so I just brought him home." I clearly.

"ohh."

"if you want, you can take it, keep bringing your candidate, who knows he likes. "

"hm.. Sunflowers yeah." He said while thinking.

"than not bringing anything. Who knows, it might help. But it's up to you."

"yes, I'll bring it for tomorrow. I hope he likes it."

"serve."

We talked and did not realize that finally the time of Dhuhurpun arrived and we both went to the mosque near my house to fulfill the obligation.

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