Women's Love Awareness
Chapter 42

I don't think the time has now shown at nine o'clock in the evening. Beautiful-eyed beautiful girl who is now in the cave seems to be sitting on a chair and in front of a table. A book is on the table. A pen was in his right hand. After praying, Alinda did not close her eyes. Because, he is not the type of person who easily sleeps in the afternoon. He always wanted to enjoy a night decorated with the moon and stars.

While waiting for drowsiness, Alinda is now moving her hand, carrying the black pen to dance on the white paper. The sound of crickets and frogs sounds earthy like a romantic musical rhythm for the figure of a beautiful woman who likes to be alone. He really feels calm and comfortable in a club that has been given permission by Mr. RT for him to occupy.

"Dear diary's. I want to thank God for the blessings that have been given me. How calm my heart is in this place. Diary, I hope, someday there will be wisdom behind all this. The wisdom behind the comfort and calmness I am in this club. I am sure that Allah has given a thing that is certainly interfered with by the wisdom in it. And that's what I believe about my existence in this cave. I'm sure there will be wisdom behind all of this. For now, I only ask God not to be given endless sadness. May Allah grant all my prayers and supplications. Aamiin Ya Mujibassailin.

Signed: Alinda Kencana."

The word description coming from the heart was etched beautifully on that pure white paper. Alinda was happy to spill her heart in the diary. Rather than a story in humans, he prefers to tell a diary. For man is a creature that does not escape from wrong and khilaf. This does not reduce the likelihood of betrayal. There is already a lot going on in this world someone who likes to indulge the disgrace of others. Of course, that is what Alinda takes care of and avoids. In addition to telling stories and complaining on white paper, he was always happy to tell stories and complain to the Creator, namely Allah azza wa jalla.

"Yes greetings, it's half ten. Looks like I've got to rest. Not good too when it comes to backup. But before going to bed, I will read the holy Quran first" Alinda said as she finished her pen on the paper.

The beautiful woman rushed to close the book and put it back in the bag. After that, he rushed to wear his hijab and immediately took ablution. As soon as he finished, he hurried to sit iftyros on the carpet while facing a holy and glorious Qur'an mushaf.

"A'udzubillahi minassyaithooni. Bismilbornrahmanirrahim." The sweet and beautiful voice began to fill and warm the entire room.

Frogs and crickets seem to enjoy the chanting of the holy Quran which comes out from the oral Alinda. The beautiful woman with wisdom and solemnity without expecting praise from anyone, read every verse that Allah sent down on the Prophets and Rosules. It was then formed into a description of Arabic sentences in a Qur'an mushaf that became a miracle of Prophet Muhammad shallahu alaihi wasallam.

Elsewhere, a handsome man, the eldest son of a large kiyai in the village, appeared to have just returned from attending the seventh-day ceremony at the shohibul house of calamity. It was the young Ustadz who filled the tausiah there. While the shohibul house of calamity was in the next village. He is now riding his motorcycle, accompanied by a santri putra.

"How many packs, Sep?" asked Ustadz Destaqi to Asep who was none other than his own santri.

"Can ... eight packs the usual size. The big one can be two, A," replied Asep who tried not to miscalculate the clinging.

"Alhamdulillah. That means you and your friends are part of it, Sep" Ustadz Destaqi said.

"Hehehe. Thank God, the blessing continues santri mah ya Aa," Asep reply accompanied by his cengenges.

Asep nodded in understanding. "Yes, A. Asep must be serious to gain knowledge in order to become a human being humanized by other humans."

Ustadz Destaqi smiled faintly. "Aamiinu. That's good, Sep. Because, being handsome is not enough to be humanized by another human being."

"Yes, A."

Ustadz Destaqi and Asep are in the middle of the village. That means they will pass a road not far from the gubug that Alinda occupies. The atmosphere of the night was so quiet. The men who are patrolling duty are now busy chatting while playing chess at the patrol post. As the handsome Ustadz flashed by, everyone greeted him politely and respectfully. He responded to them all kindly and warmly.

The two wheels on the motorcycle kept turning. Carrying Ustadz Destaqi by greeting the slightly wet asphalt road because it had drizzled. The hearing vegetables of the Ustadz captured the sound of women reciting the holy Quran. However, he did not know where the voice came from. In addition to the students who go to boarding school owned by his parents, Ustadz handsome very rarely heard the voice of people in the middle of the village. However, at this time he was really astonished and amazed by the beauty of the voice of the woman who was reading the holy verse of the Quran.

"Maa is Allah. It looks like there is progress in our village, Sep," Ustadz Destaqi said as he stopped the pace of his bike.

"What progress, A?" ask Asep not understand.

"That's, there's a voice of people teaching. You hear no? Very beautiful sound," said Ustadz Destaqi who continues to put his hearing well.

"Subhanallah," muttered Asep while enjoying the voice of the woman who was so melodious and soothing to the heart.

"Where did that sound come from, Sep? Whose child reads the Quran? Very clever," said Ustadz Destaqi who seemed interested in the voice of the woman. The proof, he was not immediately stuck his motor gas back.

"It doesn't seem far from here, A. Come to think of it, around here only Mr. Somad has a girl. Her other neighbors don't seem to have a daughter, A. Maybe it was Mr. Somad's son who was reading the Quran," Asep guessed.

Ustadz Destaqi frowned and still sharpened his sense of hearing. "It seems that this voice did not come from Mr. Somad's house, Sep. But, don't think about it. Good time there's a resident brother here who's visiting." He rushed his motorcycle back.

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