By ; budi irwansyah
"How melodious it is..., who is the owner of that voice? Surely, it is more
beautiful", thought Irwan, who was
sitting near a curtain.
The Green curtain, that is the recitation barrier between male
and female students. This Recitation
class is directly taken care of by Kiai and just followed by the students in Islamic boarding boarding school., the study takes
every friday morning after dawn until sunrise,and only
once a week
Each begining of tafsir lesson, the
Kiai asked one of the students who wants to
read a few ayat that will explain. Incidentally,in that friday morning, female students’ trun to recite the ayat of holy qur’an ,and this time the reciter was a
new student of santriwati .
Therefore,everyone is
surprised . They are wondering about the singer of ayat the
qur’an that morning. Curiosity continued to them, who
wanted to know the name and the beauty of
the girl behind the curtain that reading is able to penetrate the hearts of
those who hear it.
No exception, Irwan. Burly man who
happens to be sitting next to the reader of the qur’an,
it is very
amazing. "Oh, if the curtain is
exposed, how satisfied my thirst", thought Irwan.
Throughout the lesson, Irwan can
not concentrate on listening to the Kiai
explanation. His heart continue to think of the voice. Letter Sounds
are out of it’s makhraj (pronounce), it really
penetrating Alwi inner. Her mind keep imagining the
divine beauty of the singer kalam ilahi.(al qu’an)
After the recitation, Irwan is
trying to ask one of his close friends.
" don’t you know??,
who read the Qur’an before?"
Asked Irwan to
Husin who is sitting next to him.
"Well, had you crushed on him ", teased Husin.
"Oh, no, I am just wondering of,"
Irwan said, trying to cover his embarrassment.
"It's not just you which amazed of her,
but we are all too stunned," said Husin.
"Allright, let’s race
to get her. But before that who is her name ? So the race will be
fair ", said Irwan .
"Well, that's the problem. I do not know," Husin said
with a laugh, satisfied has been teasing Irwan who is in
love.
Indeed, when the recitation is held
at the Kiai’s house is
over, there is not the slightest chance for
students or female students face to face. Therefore, a way out between the male and female separates apart. The out way for female straight to the kiai’s room
that concatenated to girls' dormitories.
As for the male students, their way to go out directly to the boarding page.
It is very closed! Not chunk an opportunity to look at the female students, whether in progress of recitation.
"How can I tell her?",
Thought Irwan.
Until nightfall, the curiosity, and Irwan can not stop it.
"Is this the name of love?" Asked Irwan in wishper.
Seeing his friend still can not close his
eyes, Husin greets irwan,
"Hey, are you daydreaming? You must thinking about that girl,
need’nt you?".
"oh no, do not disturb me, if
you don’t want to give a hand",
said Irwan.
"Oke, oke.
Relax, my friend. I rgive up
from this hunt," said Husin.
"Oh,is that right???",
said Irwan , seriously.
"Surely,. Because of you , my close friend, I give up and
ready to help," said Husin.
"Then, do you know the way
to know and get closer with her?"
Asked Irwan, hopefully.
"We wait for next Friday. I have a cousin.
Her name is Nia. Usually she is sitting in the
back. And we send a letter and
I will slip under the curtain. We give Nia and we ask who the reciter of
the qur’an in that morning.
How???, do you agree? "
"Well, that’s friends are for.I have clever
friend like you. Thanks buddy," Irwan said, looking
relieved and happy.
***
Day after day feels so long. An
hour feels a day. A day is like a week. Week as a month. A month like a year.
That’s what Irwan feels, waiting for
next Friday. He is very curious to know. In fact, he has prepared a piece of paper that
contents hoping to get information about the name,
place where she lives and everything
about the girl who has invaded the soul and mind.
When Friday comes, not as usual, this time Irwan comes earliest.
He wants to sit in his place as last
Friday, hoping, perhaps the girl is sitting in the
same place, right next to it.
"Oh no , the smell is not the same," Irwan said, disappointed. Finally he
knows that this time, the girl who sits behind a curtain is not the same
girl as Friday.
This time, the male students’trun who
read the qur’an. Irwan is
hoping that the Kiai points to himself. He
wants to show his skill of reciting ,
while certainly hopes, his voice can penetrate to the inside of female student who has
bewitched him until the seeds of love to blossom in the heart.
"Hey you..., read the
verse!" The command Kiai.
How surprised! Kiai points to him. Is
this what is called "Pucuk dicinta, ulam pun tiba"? Is this what the
name "dating"? Absolutely incredible!
That’s what Irwan thinks.
With a great enthusiasm, he recites
verses of the qur’an. A song
chosen the best he could. The Sheikh Abdurrahman Sudais’ style,
the imam of the Masjidil Haram.
Meanwhile, Irwan is
sitting in the back. When the lesson takes
place, secretly, Husin sneaks a piece of
paper. The sheets are passed through the bottom of the
curtain. Without being asked, the paper was immediately withdrawn by tapering
fingers. Who else if not Husin’s cousin.
"A
friend of mine asks about the singer of verses of the Qur’an on Friday. What's her name and where does she come from? Please, soon to answere it. My friend loves her very much," as the contents of the
letter. This last sentence was written by Husin, unknown by Alwi.
Shortly thereafter, a piece of paper is sent back by Nia, through the bottom of the curtain. The same
paper, but there is an answer that is written just below the question.
"Thank you", whispers
Husin to Nia.
Not waiting for a long time, after the recitation, Irwan
straight to Husin.
"What about your mission, success isn’t
it?", Asked Irwan.
"Alright, boss. But, do not forget to treate me ‘’oke ,"
replied Husin, kidding.
"Do not worry. Let's go to food stall. Let’s
read the paper," Irwan invite.
Well this is a true friend," said Husin.
***
While enjoying pecel, Husin gives the
paper to Irwan.
"Let’s open it together," said
Husin.
"Okay. Let me read,"
said Alwi while taking the paper. He really can not be patient.
"Her name is Fitri. The
new student. As I know, he
comes from Malang, the apple city,
as beautiful as the name and pretty face. But is it right, your friend has been in love her,
without seing and
knowing her. I am ready to help. But, do not forget , this
service is not free isn’t it "
That are all about the letter and ended by her joke. After reading it, the more Irwan’s
chest pounding.
"Sin, I will write a letter to Fitri.
Please give her on the next
Friday ", said Irwan.
"Alright, boss. That means that next Friday morning we have
breakfast together again oke", teased
Husin.
***
The pages by pages of letter papers are crumpled
and torn by him. Not finished yet of
one paragraph, it has been
crossed out and fail to be passed. Then, write again and again.
That’s what Irwan writes a
letter to the girl whom has loved, even
though he does not know exactly who and what she is. As He knows, that
verses song of the qur’an
that reads has pierced his heart, then how she is,
certainly she is someone special. Not all women
are given the good at like that. If her voice is so beautiful, let alone the owner.
These are the reasons why Irwan so reckless and fast to express
his love. But, to pouring his feelings
into a letter, it is more difficult than crossing the Sahara desert.
Finally, after two days is written, letter is completed.
Irwan has been folded neatly and ready to be
sent by Nia, Husin’s cousin.
***
"Miss, some body sends the letter to you when the recitation , please take it and reply it, will you? ," said Nia to Fitri.
"where does it come from?", Asked
Fitri suprised.
"I do not know for sure. If
you want to reply, I can give a hand to give him ," said Nia while going.
***
"I do not know and even though I have not
seen you before. But, since I
hear the your reciting of the holy Qur’an last Friday, I was so amazed. according
to al-Ghazali, is part of love. Whether this feeling is called love or not, but
clearly, I can not forget it ".
"My
name is Irwan the
reader of the Qur’an on last Friday. For me, this is not just a chance, but this is a signal of our love from God that
we will be together forever ".
Irwan is
reckless to express this love, That the two paragraphs in the letter. How dear and so fast, without a small talk.
This letter clearly makes Fitri
feeling shaken. Like lightning in the midday . He
really did not think that men express his love only after
hearing his voice reciting ayat of the Qur’an.
Although he has not seen yet, recognizin and knowing who
she is, but he has been too express his love.
"Don’t you want to know and see me first. I'm just worried, after seing me,
you will be turned away and regret".
That is the letter Fitri
replies to Irwan.which the point, "Look at me, then declare your love so you will not be regret later "
Irwan also replies to that
letter . "By the name of God, I do not need
to see the face.it’s Enough for me to
know you, even though from the sound that I believe, the sound is the sky. Who you are, I
would still love you. What I want, just an answer, is my love
accepted?"
,Irwan expresses his
love to a woman Back who is still mysterious. But, the wise word says"Love is blind"it has burned Irwan.
Because of that, he keep expresses the
love, even swear by God that he would still love Fitri, the female
student who is not seen by him clearly.
"Well, I accept your love. But, I also have to prepare myself,
physical and mental, to be disappointed, if later on after we met, it turns you
away from me. Now it's my turn to ask, do you really love me the way I am , and never leave me after knowing the real of me?
", asked Fitri in her
letter.
"How many times again, I declare my love? What can I make you believe in me by, that
I love you? I am not
a man who break it. Once I express a love,
then i love it forever," as a piece
of a sentence in a last Irwan’s letter sent to Fitri.
almost two months they exchange letters. Every Friday, both them
collide love, even if only through a piece of paper. Finally, before the Islamic boarding
school holiday, they promise to meet. This is an opportunity for Irwan to
see with both eyes the women who has
loved. And, this is the proof for Fitri to know the
sincerity of Irwan’s love.
***
In a small shop, exactly at
the intersection of the streets of the village, the beautiful
girl has been waiting for, with red veil.,
she sits while enjoying a cup hot
tea alone. Well, she is Fitri. Incidentally,
the shopl is usually crowded, perhaps because it
is the holiday season, there are only 2-3 people buyers. It
is appropriate for a date.
Shortly thereafter, visible from a distance, a man who is
rushed to the shop. "is that Irwan?"
Asked Fitri in wishper. Seeing the black cap and white
shirt are wear by him.
Fitri’s heart is
increasingly pounding, as he is closer . It’s
also felt by Irwan,. That men is so
curious to see sweetheart that has made him
crazy. From a close distance, Irwan is more
impreesed by
the beautiful girl behind the
veil. "Wow, how beautiful! I hope she is
Fitri", thought Irwan.
" Assalamualaikum," Alwi greeted.
" Waalaikum salam ", Fitri
replied, briefly, then lowered her head again.
"is it right your name Fitri??’’
Asked irwan hoping the answer is yes.
Therefore, irwan is
still in doubt, lest the woman is a Fitri’s friend.
"Right. I'm Fitri. Definitely, are you Irwan ?", asked Fitri.
"Oh, how lucky I am! She is
more beautiful than her voice, natural beauty, white, clean, pure, and so
fascinating," said irwan in mind that
most deeply.
"May I sit down?" Asked irwan.
"Please. Here is just me anyway,"
said Fitri with a smile.
"Oh, her smile, masya Allah....", amazed irwan in
the mind.
Fitri is still sitting in her seat. She doesn’t move although a bit. Fitri wis
still silent shyly. While Irwan, resolutely
choses to sit face of Fitri. Centimeter-by-centimeter of
Fitri, and he sees all. If unable to stop himself,
surely Irwan’s saliva will melt
on his chin. The man is really enjoying the woman he very loves.
"Now, the more I make sure my love. I am grateful, if you
accepted me. It is a gift. It is
nothing less from you", said
Alwi, opened the conversation."But, you have not seen all of me, you do
not know the real of me. I'm not sure, you
still express the love, when shortly you will
know myself", said Fitri.
"Don’t be so humble.I never have seen a girl as
perfect as you", said Irwan , ceaseless praise.
" Is it true, you will still love me the way I am? Do
not tell me, you just loved my voice, face and looks beautiful.
That is only a small part of me. Later, if my voice has
turned ugly, face has been growing old , the body becomes frail,
crippled, handicapped, and so on, you will run
away from me, "said Fitri.
"I repeat again, by the name of God,
I swear I'll love you forever, whatever the
circumstances. I love you what it is. In
fact, though later you are blind, mute, paralyzed, or whatever
happens, I still love", said Alwi froth with poetic words.
By Hearing
this, Fitri can not hold back
her tears unwittingly, rolled down his cheeks.
"are these all truth promises?",
Said Fitri, sobbed.
Actually this hand wants to just wipe the
tears . But, there is no a power.
"Do not cry. I do not want any grief at you.
Are you not sure with me? Or, you
even rejected my love?", Said Irwan.
"That's not what I mean. I'm not sad. In fact, I'm really
touched. Therefore, only this time, there is a men
expressed love to me with what is", said Fitri.
There was silence for a moment. Both enjoy drinks and snacks to
witness the romance between two people who are falling in
love.
"Mas (brother), do not be
surprised. Look to the bottom of the table. After that, my eyes
contact and restate oath and love you earlier, if I
do not misshear you," said Fitri to Irwan, as
if solving the silence in the afternoon.
Alwi slightly backs the plastic chairs that he occupies.
Then, revealing the table pedestal. He looks down .
Then, his eyes soon finds out, what on
earth under the table?
Little by little, with a shaky hand, Fitri begins to
lift her skirt. The girl will
show her lower body.
"Mashallah. La Hawla wa la quwwata illa billah," Alwi
said, softly.
Fitri was back off a skirt that had been raised. Then, the woman's
flawless froze, staring straight into the face Irwan. In
contrast to Alwi. The man was very heavy to lift back his head after looked
down and saw to the bottom of the body Fitri. As though he could no longer deny
his body.
No power at all. However, Irwan is trying
to unruly. Can he reiterate in love and vow? Looks,his eye pour of a bit tear.
Between sadness, love, confusion, doubt, brave, scared, everything is jumbled
inside.
"How, Mas/ brother?
will you still keep to
love me and determine as your promise?
I'm ready to hear it," said Fitri, trying to unruly.
What is exactly shown by Fitri?
And, what is exactly witnessed by Irwan? Why is
intimate atmosphere that turns into sadness?
Irwan is silent for a bit long. He tries
hard to staring at two Fitri’s eyes
which is currently being looks at him too ,sharply exceeding the sharpness of a sword.
Now, what sentence will eject from Irwan’s cavity. Shall he love Fitri after he saw
everything. Seeing something he has never been imagined.
In a low voice, as if choked in the throat, Irwan
said:
"I .... I ... I still would love to what is and forever".
Hearing Irwan’s statement, burst into Fitri’s
tears.
"lhamdulillah. Thank you, Ya Allah. You have heard and
answered my prayers during this time", said Fitri in
the heart.
"Since when are you like this?", Said Irwan.
", since when I was childhood mas , I
have only one of footprint. I do not remember the accident that happened to me
at the time. So, by one
foot, I can only wait and try to beg the love of a man who would love me
anything the existence and forever, "Fitri.
"The divider curtain , that is the
witness of our love. This is the blind love. That love is
sincerely, although not yet seeing everything. This True
love just belongs to us,
forever".