My Mom's Choice
Promo Novel: Assalamu'alaikum Love

Title: Assalamu'alaikum Love

Author: Khayra

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Breezy wind blows, Hanafis standing on the beach waiting for the empress who will soon come. His heart was worried and sick, he could not say something that would make his woman hurt.

"Assalamualaikum Habibi..!"

A smile rose on Zahwa's lips, standing right behind his praises. He was so happy to meet his Habibi, the man he always referred to in his temple in a third of the night.

"Wa'alaikumsalam love...!"

Hanafis turned to look at Zahwa who was standing not far from him, then he looked back at the sun that began to sink to the bottom. Zahwa wasn't with Hanafis there but he was with Rachel's best friend.

"Hanafis, what's wrong? Why ask me to come here".

Zahwa asked Hanafis, he walked to the beach to be able to match Hanafis who was now standing on the beach. Every now and then the sound of the waves clearly broke the silence between the two of them.

"That tomorrow I'm home, maybe we can't see each other again."

Hanafis stared flat ahead, reluctant to look at the look on Khumairanya's face which he knew would be surprised by her words.

"Why so fast?"

Zahwa turned towards Hanafis, then looked back to the front. He felt that something Hanafis wanted to say could be seen from the way he spoke without turning to Zahwa.

"I've been betrothed to another woman by both my parents and I can't resist."

The honesty of Hanafis surprised Zahwa, and he was silent without speaking. His heart ached, his heart was broken and his tongue was too weak to speak.

Zahwa turned his face away, his tears falling soon perhaps he wiped away. He must be strong, strong to accept everything that happens.

Can not be denied if his heart feels pain, his hope to be together is just a cradle. There is no true love other than the love of the universe.

"If it's your decision, go! I'm sincere, good luck with him."

The wind blew in the afternoon. The birds begin to return to their nests. The waves hit the rocks and rocks. There was a clear sound in the ear of a beautiful woman clad in a green scarf who was sitting by the beach.

The froths in the sea seemed to feel the pilunya heart of no man. Healing the wounds of despair by enjoying how beautiful God's creation is. Zahwa awoke from his daydream when someone called his name.

"Ashva ... Hushu ... !" Someone shouted while running towards the girl he called.

The name owner woke up and looked at the girl who was now right behind him.

"Rahel, what's wrong? Why are you here?"

Zahwa looked confusedly at the friend. It's not usually the sweet girl to run if nothing happens to her. However, from the look on Rachel's face, he caught something that he wanted to convey.

Rachel smiled at her best friend. They met for the first time at the Darussalam boarding school and are now friends like brothers and sisters, making friends like caterpillars into butterflies.

"Who's back?"

Zahwa was confused by Rachel's words. He did not understand the meaning of his friend's words.

Instead of explaining who came back, Rachel pulled Zahwa's hand back to the ponpes through the back door.

The back door of the dormitory santri putri is directly connected to the sea. If we open the door then we will be able to see the waves of sea water from far away which is only about 25 meters from the ponpes. Even at nightfall, the sound of waves was clearly heard in the ears of the students.

"Well, you know who's coming back?" Rachel smiled and continued to pull Zahwa's hand. Take her to the front of the Dormitory princess who is only at the gate between men and women.

"Ustad Hanafis is back, Wa!" Rahel made Zahwa look at the three men who were talking. One of them is Hanafis, an ustad that is widely gandrungi santriwati because of its melodious voice and understanding in religious sciences.

His heart beat like waves chasing each other on the beach. The man who once filled his heart is now back when he has set his heart and removed the despair that was given by him two years ago.

"Come, we're back in the dorm! It's not good to see the other."

Zahwa pulls Rachel's hand back to the dormitory. He doesn't want to remember his past. It's all been lost since the man left for Khairo two years ago.

From afar, Hanafis looked at Zahwa as he turned back to the dormitory. His blood is beating violently. Love is the same as it was two years ago. It doesn't change only time changes everything.

'Zahwa ... You still here?' inner Hanafis.

"Ustad Hanafis, have you returned?" Someone rebuked Hanafis from afar.

"Akhi Khairil, we haven't seen each other in a long time! Just an hour ago I arrived here."

They shook hands and smiled at each other, while the two men had already left.

"Where's Ustad's wife? Why didn't you bring her here?" ask Akhi Khairil.

"I'm not married!"

The honesty of Hanafis made Akhi Khairil surprised. He used to be famous in the pesantren. He went home because he wanted to get married, but why did what he said was different.

"What's really going on, Ustadz?" ask Akhi Khairil.

"long story. Not even enough time if I tell you now!" Hanafis said while remembering about her failed marriage. However, he was very grateful not to be married to a woman who was betrothed by his parents.

"Well, we'd better go to the room."

Akhi Khairil took Hanafis to his room, he knew very well if his friend needed to rest because of a very long journey.

In the room, Zahwa thought of Hanafis' return to the pesantren. For two years, he now remembers the old wounds of separation with gaping wounds.