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Love For Shakila Eps. 01

Part 1

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"My feelings are suddenly not good, Rum," the girl who wears a blue hijab. He repeatedly turned his eyes to the alarm clock above the small cupboard in the corner of the room.

"Quiet, yes, Sha. Don't think macem-macem." The girl called Rum calms.

"It should have been two hours ago Syifa's sister arrived or if it stuck an hour ago." The blue-hooded girl stood up from her seat.

He went back pacing - barren due to the feeling of unease that was rolling in his heart. Last night his brother said he would pick up at ten in the morning and he should have arrived before Azan Zuhur earlier. However, it had been two hours since Azan Zuhur reverberated, there was no sign that his brother would come.

After almost a year of devoting himself to the boarding school where he studied, finally a week ago the girl agreed to the request of her brother who asked her to continue college and today she will pick up.

"Do you want to call first, let it be clearer and you don't have to worry like this anymore?" advice Arumi.

The girl with the full name Shakila Annisa immediately nodded her head in agreement. "Oh my God, why haven't you thought about it since, huh?" rutuknya then pulled his best friend to accompany him to borrow a phone pesantren.

"Slow down, Sha." Arumi reminded Shakila who looked impatient.

"My feelings are really bad, Rum. I want to quickly know the situation of Syifa, Sis," explained Shakila without reducing the speed of her steps.

Arumi slightly ran over to match Shakila's steps. The two finally arrived at the office and said their wishes. Shakila began to press the numbers that he had already memorized. Connected. But no one answered. The girl was worried. Not usually a late phone call gets an answer from the brother.

Shakila again dismissed the bad prejudices that came back. He again pressed different numbers. Her brother's house phone became her goal at this time. But again - the same. No one answered. Shakila's heart rate is getting erratic. Bad prejudice is also increasingly shackled.

Arumi who realized the restlessness of her best friend was only able to rub - gently rub Shakila's back.

"Okay, once again," Shakila muttered almost in despair.

Shakila immediately gave thanks, when she heard the voice of Mbok Siti greeting her sense of hearing. "Waalaikumsalam, Mbok," he said.

"Non, Shakila ...." Her sister's house assistant even sobbed.

"What's up, Mbok? Why crying?" shakila asked with anxious feelings.

"Mrs, Non. Madame ...."

Shakila. What's wrong with her brother?

"So what's wrong, Mbok?" sue Shakila impatiently.

"Mrs of the accident, Non was about to pick up Non Shakila earlier and .. Her body will be arriving soon ...."

Shakila was like mired in a ravine full of thorns to hear the words spoken from Mbok Siti's lips.

"Bodies?" Shakila made sure with a soft murmur. Maybe Mbok Siti also did not hear so softly.

"Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi Raji'un ...." Arumi who accidentally heard the word corpse spoken from Shakila's lips immediately muttered the sentence istirja. The girl approached her best friend.

"Hallo, No?" Mbok Siti kept calling because Shakila did not respond to anything anymore.

The girl was still busy packing up her feelings, trying to digest what she had heard just now. From seconds to minutes, Shakila is still unable to digest. In the third minute, the girl in the blue hood lost consciousness. The truth that he found had really shaken his world.

"Oh my God, Shakila!" arumi's screams saw Shakila's body now almost colliding with the floor if he did not immediately hold it. "Shakila .. wake up, Sha!" he patted his friend's cheek gently, but his eyes were now perfectly closed.

"What's up, Arumi?"

Arumi who was very familiar with the voice turned her head. "Ustazah, help me Ustazah," he said still holding Shakila's body in his arms.

"Subhanallah, this is Shakila why did you faint like this?" ask the woman called Ustazah. His eyes flashed worry and curiosity at once.

"It seems like we have heard bad news, Ustazah," explained Arumi.

Ustazah Dila immediately called some santriwati to help transfer Shakila to the boarding clinic for her to check. No need to wait for long, some santriwati who heard the call ustazahnya immediately approached. They removed Shakila's body and took her to the boarding school as instructed by the teacher.

Arumi reached for the phone before she followed her best friend. "Hallo, Mbok?"

"Oh Allah, Non. Is it okay?" Mbok Siti's tone sounded worried.

"This is Shakila, Mbok. Shakila was suddenly unconscious" explained Arumi.

"O Allah .. have great pity on you, Nduk." Mbok Siti.

"Sorry, yes, Mbok. I can not for long, want to see the state of Shakila," said Arumi.

Mbok Siti also agreed. He also has a lot of work to do. After the barter of greetings, the phone call ended and Arumi rushed to the boarding clinic to find out the state of Shakila.

***

After nearly thirty minutes of unconsciousness, Shakila finally opened her eyes.

"Sha, are you aware? I call Ustazah Dila, yeah." Arumi was about to leave, calling Ustazah Dila who works as a midwife to check on Shakila's condition.

"No, Rum. I'm just going home now. I'm not papa." Shakila pulled Arumi's hand along with a small ring on her head. Prevent his best friend from doing what he just said.

"But, Sha, you have to be checked first" Arumi protested, drawing closer.

Shakila clutched tightly onto the bedsheet wrapped in the mattress where she lay.

"I want to go home soon, Rum. I want to see Sis Syifa for the last time" he said.

Arumi immediately pulled Shakila's body for her to hug. Shakila's cry instantly broke out in Arumi's embrace.

"Why, Rum? Why should God take the only person I have and accept my presence in this world? Why would God, Rum, let me have no one else" she cried with a heartbreaking sobbing.

Arumi. He shed tears when he heard his best friend. "Russiafar, Sha. Don't let the devil rule your heart" he reminded.

Shakila shook her head weakly. "I'm alone now, Rum. I don't have anyone else," he continued, ignoring Arumi's plea for a beristighfar.

"Then what do you think of it, Sha? Isn't there still me? I will always be there for you."

"Quiet, yeah. Many istighfar. I want to call Ustazah Dila first."

"No, Rum, I'm going straight home." Shakila again prevented.

The girl got out of bed. But suddenly his head felt dizzy and swiftly Arumi held the body so as not to fall.

"Tuh, right! Ggeyelan. Wait here."

Arumi leaves Shakila after helping her lie down. Moments later, he returned with Ustazah Dila as a health worker at the boarding school. The woman began to check on Shakila.

"How, Ustazah?" cecar Arumi after seeing Ustazah Dila finished doing his job.

"Nothing serious. Shakila was just in shock," Ustazah Dila said with a friendly smile.

"Tuh, right. I said what too. I'm doing fine. Thank you, yes, Ustazah." Shakila ambushed, before Arumi made a sound.

"What's up, Shakila? Arumi said you've heard bad news?" Ustazah Dila stared inside the nineteen year old girl. One of the students who has devoted themselves to the pesantren in the last year, but will soon choose to fight elsewhere.

"My sister died, Ustazah, while going to come here to pick me up," replied Shakila lirih. Clear circles back down his cheeks. He immediately lowered his head, covering the tears from the teacher.

"Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi Raji'un ...." Ustazah Dila looked down at Shakila's face that began to look haphazardly. "You're patient, yeah. Single-minded. Must sincere. Ustazah will meet Ms. Nyai to ask Kang Abdul to deliver you," said Ustazah Dila softly.

Shakila nodded weakly. His lips felt confused even to just answer yes. He just let his grave go out of the room where he lay weak.

"Sha?" Arumi clasped Shakila's hand. "Patient, yes. You must be strong. You still have me. Don't feel alone," he said.

Only a smile was seen on Shakila's thin lips in response. After that, both of them were busy with their own thoughts. Until Ustazah Dila returned and said that Nyai gave permission for Kang Abdul to deliver but after Magrib because the car used for boarding school is being used by Pak Kyai to meet the invitation to study.

Shakila just nodded resignedly at the explanation of his fortune. In his heart he hoped that his brother's body had not been buried immediately and he could still see that face for the last time.

***

Ba'da Magrib, as Ustazah Dila explains, Shakila is escorted by Kang Abdul-santri senior confidant Pak Kyai accompanied by Arumi and Liza roommates Shakila and Ustaz Azhar. At this time, they were already in the car and were going to his brother's residence. Shakila continued to sob in Arumi's arms. His eyes were already very swollen, his nose was flushed. Recked. The face was completely puffy, but unable to dampen his sobs. Almost all the way, he kept crying.

After more than two hours of travel, they were almost there. Along the streets of her sister's housing complex, there were already three yellow flags bearing the name Assyifa Khanza which she saw on the side of the road.

The girl's cry broke again.

"Sha, strong, yes ...." Liza who can not stand the sadness of her best friend, said softly. The wide-hooded girl almost covered half her body and gently rubbed Shakila's back inside Arumi's embrace.

"Yes, Sha .. You must be sincere." Arumi. Despite knowing the burden that Shakila was carrying was very heavy, but he did not want his best friend to continue to wail.

Ustaz Azhar could only sigh softly at the sight of her other students calming Shakila down. For some reason his heart suddenly ached seeing the sadness that emanated clearly in the girl's eyes. However, he could do nothing.

The car stopped, right in front of a house whose fence was wide open. Again there was a yellow flag flying on the right left side of the fence. Shakila strengthened her heart and with Arumi's help the girl got out of the car. He squeezed the black-colored robe that was wrapping his body. The true colors describe the current state of his heart. Darkened.

"Come, Shakila." This time it was Ustaz Azhar who spoke out by stretching out one hand, allowing Shakila to take a step first.

Shakila nodded slowly and began to move her legs which felt so heavy. Some curious gazes he found along his steps led into the mansion that belonged to his brother. People may be wondering who he is. He has not come home since he decided to go to the boarding school seven years ago and that is a strong reason why no one knows him.

The girl was petrified for a moment, seeing a body that was stiffened in the middle covered with a white cloth inside. His feet were glued to the doorway. He lost the energy to continue his steps. Is that really his sister? The only person who would accept it in this world?

"Sha?" The sound that flowed from Arumi's lips resuscitated the girl. "Come on!"

Shakila shook her head weakly. "No! No. ..," he murmured.

"Payfield, Sha." Liza reminded me again.

Shakila almost fell down, but Arumi quickly helped the suddenly lost body stand up.

"Sha!" screeches Arumi made the three women who were reading Yasin on the side of Syifa's corpse figure avert their eyes.

One of the three moved, approaching Shakila who had sat down while sobbing bitterly on the floor. While the other two women refocused themselves on reading Yasin after finding out who had disturbed their focus earlier. "Shakila ...," call the woman.

The so-called face. "Sister Shofia ..," she cried.

The woman named Shofia was filled to see the face of the girl in front of her. Swollen eyelids. Her nose is reddened. He crouched down then hugged his sister who until now had not been able to fully accept his presence. Shakila's cry broke even more, while in her brother's arms.

Shofia did not say anything, but the gentle swab of her hand over the sister's back was enough to calm Shakila's heart. After nineteen years he so wanted to be embraced the figure of his brother, now he got it.

"Come, come in." Shofia slowly pulled her sister to her feet and led her to a room filled with mourners.

Shakila was hesitant to sit on the side of the two women who were sobbing bitterly.

"It's okay, sit down!" Shofia.

Shakila nodded slowly, then landed her weight near the woman who hates her to this day, Shafa is his father's eldest daughter from his first wife as well as Aisyah - the woman his mother once hurt deeply or rather his father's first wife the mother of his older brother; Syifa, Shofia and Shafa. A feeling of nervousness instantly rolled within Shakila. Though not a second Shafa turned to him, even impressed to ignore his presence. The woman was not in the least disturbed by her presence, nor was the mother.

Shofia uncovers a white cloth covering Syifa's body, because he was sure Shakila would not dare to open it even though the girl was eager to see Syifa's face for the last time because there was her mother and sister there.

Shakila instantly smothered her mouth, seeing that her brother's shady face had been covered in wounds. Even the blood from those wounds had not completely dried up. The girl bit her lips, trying to muffle the cry that was ready to explode.

"Why isn't it just me you call, God? Why not just me? That all this suffering may end. I'm tired, God. After this, will no one else really accept me? Why must Sister Syifa yes, Allah ...." Inner Shakila screamed bitterly.

After a few minutes of letting Shakila look at Syifa's face for the last time, the woman pulled back the thin white cloth. Syifa's face instantly disappeared from Shakila's sight along with the girl's loss of consciousness.

"Shakila!" peekik Shofia slowly then asked some women to help her bring her sister to the room.

Aisyah looked at her youngest daughter. No. gabe. More precisely, the unconscious girl. His heart suddenly ached seeing the sadness in Shakila's eyes. However, he could do nothing - what. He was too afraid to let down Shafa who was holding his hand tightly, as if saying he had nothing to worry about. In fact, he was very worried. He also pityes the poor girl who doesn't know what it is. But again, he did not want to risk the feelings of his eldest daughter.

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