A SPECK OF LIGHT (Handle of Good-Loving Love)
69. Extrapart 1s

Nineteen years later.

Soldiers and Adzilla drop off their youngest child at Kualanamu Airport, Medan. Sobs accompanied the footsteps of one small family.

"Sir Sania don't cry" said Aisyah hugging her twenty-four-year-old sister.

Sania nodded. "Let's tell me when it's here. Later if the certification money is out, brother play to your boarding."

Aisyah nodded, then turned in front of the Mami from now on already crying. Swiped her Mommy's tears. "Don't cry, Mi. I was there studying. There is Abang Satria and Kak Lestari there," said Aisyah lirih.

"Dragon yourself. Don't hang out, son."

Aisyah nodded then hugged the Mami, as well as when faced with the Papi.

Of course he feels the same. However, ideals must be achieved. Moreover, he got a scholarship at one of the prestigious Universities in the Capital City.

Today, he left for Jakarta with his half-brother, Satria. His eldest brother was married to a close friend of his first. Nabila. Satria himself has become an Ustadz and teaches at Pondok Pesantren in East Java.

According to Aisyah. Although the marriage of the brother looks fine, no one knows if the brother keeps a piece of wound that continues to be tried to receive by the brother.

A beautiful love story.

Kindness and stupidity are different, according to Aisha.

...****...

"This is your contract, brother."

Aisyah nodded. "Thank you, bang."

Aisya scanned the view of the whole simple rented house. Of course it doesn't matter to him. Most importantly, the rental is not far from the Campus because it will save costs.

"Later to go shopping at the market. Let Kak Nabila just rest," said Satria and again Aisyah nodded.

He went into one of the rooms that was going to be his room. He tidied everything into cabinets and bookshelves.

After that, he left the room because he was ready. He gasped at Satria's appearance. Very handsome, this is what Aisyah likes from Satria. His older brother was very knowingly put on an appearance, as he now wore a dark blue long shirt and denim material pants.

"Silver is married," said Satria chuckled as she left the house with Aisyah.

Aisyah. "The body deserves to be happy."

"Marriage is not just love. God intervenes in how His servant is in a match with what kind of person. And Brother chose Nabila," said Satria meekly. He knew very well that his youngest brother was a bit of a dissident.

"But not by risking your happiness. Ais hopes you find someone who makes you know your true love."

There is no guarantee because the two have entered a taxi to the Traditional Market. Aisyah and Satria sorted out the cooking ingredients for the next week.

After shopping and waiting for a taxi on the side of the highway. Unexpectedly, there was a girl bumping into Aisyah.

"Ah. Sorry, I didn't mean it!" said the girl.

There is something strange here, Satria silently stared at the girl and then looked down while saying Istighfar.

"yeah. Just go away that person without helping. Crazy, the run is fast."

Satria rebuked Aisyah. Lucky all the groceries were held by Satria.

...***...

The day has come. It's time for Aisyah to go to college. Satria and Nabila have returned to East Java. He has also memorized the streets around the rented and campus as well during this week.

From the distance of the rented house to the Campus only take one bus. The bus stop still looks empty. He stood down. He pecked when his body splashed water puddles on the road. More appropriate as doused because the clothing part was exposed to a lot of water puddles.

"Damn it," said Aisyah then took a stone and threw a car that had done the mess the morning.

"Campus. Stop, it's a car."

"Buset. It should be astaghfirullah or masayallah, or subhanallah? handsome is very much a creation of God," the great-grandson Aisyah looked at the man out of the car with an office suit and sunglasses perched on his nose.

"Mana Bule, again. Can I have a photo, please?"