When Love Is Afflicting
Stop thinking about me

"O Allah, make ustadz Furqon mine. He's the only man I want in my life, the point of no coma, God. Amiiiin O Allah" said Annisa at the end of the prayer in the third of the night.

Looking at the clock already shows almost three in the morning. It turns out that Annisa has been more than two hours on the alphabet, honed, begging for forgiveness, asking, reciting and teaching, not forgetting to pray that his wishes are granted.

**

In the morning at school, Annisa, who had been sitting on her stool, supported her chin with both hands on the table and closed her eyes which still felt sleepy due to lack of sleep.

Salwa and Hasna who saw it, the same as raising their shoulders did not want to ask why their best friend was sleepy, but it was still morning. Because they already know the answer is Ustadz Furqon reason.

Classes filled the benches in that class. Soon, the bell sign entered has sounded, indicating the process of teaching and learning today will begin soon. Soon a young male teacher came into the classroom saying hello.

"Assalamu aleikum!"

"Greetings, Ustadz!" give back all the students in the class.

Furqon who was walking in front of the class, turned a glance towards Annisa who had already opened her eyes, and watched her uninterruptedly. Seeing that, Furqon sighed. He had often advised Annisa to lower her gaze, but she did not listen to him at all.

"Annisa, please collect your PR. And you're Salwa, please write the summary in this book to the blackboard" Furqon orders Annisa and Salwa as secretaries in that class.

"Ready, Ustadz" answered Annisa and Salwa together.

Finished collecting his friend's PR. Annisa had just collected her PR book, put it at the very top, then escorted her to the teacher's desk.

"Thank you" Furqon said as Annisa placed the stack of books in front of her.

"Just like Ustadz baby!" annisa smiled sweetly back, and went straight back to her stool.

'Astaqfirulloah' Furqon said in his heart, immediately took the book that was at the top of the pile and opened it.

# Ustadz, all night I could hardly sleep thinking, Ustadz. What should I do, Ustad?#

Annisa smiles a smile from her stool, seeing Furqon read a small letter that was deliberately inserted in her book. Seeing Furqon write something in her book, Annisa increasingly smiles an indistinct smile, making her sleepiness disappear just like a happy one.

"Annisa!" call Furqon, close the Annisa book in her hand.

"Yes Ustadz" replied Annisa.

"Please stand in front of the class until my lesson is over" Furqon said.

"Why ustadz?, my PR feeling is all right deh ustadz." Annisa did not accept being told to stand in front of the class. Given all this time he was never punished at all. Annisa is a smart student, and always ranked first. And he always did his job right, because there was the Father and Uminya who always taught him at home.

"I know you're sleepy, so I want to help you lose sleep" Furqon replied, looking at Annisa's face at a glance.

"I'm not sleepy anymore ustadz" said Annisa. He did not want to stand in front of the class. If his father knew, he would have been punished at home.

"Annisa, I don't like people who argue" Furqon said.

Annisa stood up straight from her seat."Well ustadz, for the sake of ustadz I will do anything" said Annisa then stepped to the front of the class, standing not far from Furqon.

Furqon who saw Annisa obediently, boasted her smile.

"Ehem" Furqon cleared his throat then turned towards Annisa who was standing next to him." Hows it? have you told your family that you love me?" ask Furqon.

"Not Ustadz" replied Annisa smiling wryly. How dare he say that to his parents.

"then stop thinking about me. What else makes you unable to sleep" Furqon said.

"I can't Ustadz, really!" reply Annisa fast.

Furqon returned Annisa's book and told the seventeen-year-old girl to sit down. Furqon didn't really tell Annisa to stand in front of the class, she just wanted to work on it.

"Please sit down" Furqon said.

"Grank you dear Ustadz" replied Annisa, directly back to sit on her stool. Annisa immediately opened her book, curious about what Furqon wrote earlier in her book.

#Many thinkers. If you find it difficult to sleep at night. That means God wants you to think to him longer#

Furqon glanced at Annisa who was reading the writing in the girl's book. Annisa was singing her lips, looking disappointed with her answer. But when Annisa opens her book on the next sheet, Annisa's smile expands until her teeth lined up neatly look.

# Trimaksih. I'll wear it#

"Ehem!"

Deheman Furqon managed to resuscitate Annisa. Annisa immediately directed her gaze towards Furqon who was standing from her seat. Annisa smiled towards Furqon who started explaining the lesson.

'Astaqfirulloh!' inner Furqon saw Annisa's smile this time looking so dazzling.

**

Annisa who has finished performing dawn prayers, changed her clothes with sports clothes for hijab women. This morning Annisa's going to run in the morning, mumpung holiday.

"Annisa, where are you going?." Umi Hani frowned seeing Annisa who had just come down from the second floor of the house, wearing sports clothes.

"You want to exercise Umi" said Annisa.

"When do you like sports?" ask Umi Hani. Usually the princess continued it never like the name of sports. Stupid time with his body that continues to increase in weight.

"Taken this morning, Umi. Annisa wants to be skinny, let's be beautiful and sexy hehehe. "Annisa replied in a grin." If so Annisa go first Umi, assalamu Alaikum Umi beautiful." Annisa immediately left after saying her greeting and greeting the woman of heaven her father's angel.

"Where is Annisa going this morning?" asked Ustadz Bilal who had heard Annisa and Hani speak.

"Oh body, he said to be thin, beautiful and sexy" replied Umi Hani, taking baby Han from the sling ustasz Bilal.

"Oh body?" repeat Ustadz Bilal, do not believe. For a long time the daughter was aware of the increasing weight of her body. And what made his daughter want to be skinny.

"Finally I saw Annisa differently. He often smiles at his own smile and daydreams. But if asked she did not want to answer" said Umi Hani, following her husband's steps toward the kitchen.

"That kid is a weird rada. Why are you still wondering?." Ustadz Bilal was no longer surprised by the behavior of his daughter who often behaved as a petty, installment, pretentious and cute.

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