Dear Adam - Telepathy _1

Pov Khadijah

Seoul National University (SNU), 2017

Both my feet began to walk towards a mosque. There I felt a provision in my heart. Not even a single person knows how difficult it is for me to live a life without the role of a father.

It felt so very empty that I felt at that time. Everything really feels so heavy even though I have to be forced to classify it but so far I feel that my father is still alive.

I heard the sound of chanting the holy verses of the Koran that reverberate so soothing the souls of anyone. It feels like there is a wind that is so cool.

The figure of the man completely filled my head. I really feel very strange when I pass him with each other but I don't know him at all.

For me eternal love is love completely because of Allah. I love him only because of a moral not face and material. Allah is enough for me. Maybe only through prayer and telepathy that I can do for now. I really hope that you hear it.

His soft voice made my heart really tremble so that it reminded me of a past I shared with my father that was so warm. All in one album of memories that are so sweet but can never be returned in a time machine.

He is indeed a dream man for anyone. But I called him dear Adam because I really wanted to be a servant of God who Adam always loved.

Many people say I am a very stubborn girl. But I feel my attitude is just idealism. I do whatever I want but I don't want to be pressured by other people.

"Princess Khadijah Ayass!"

For a moment I looked back at my friend. She is one of my friends who is always there for me. She and I did get the best university scholarships in Seoul, South Korea.

"SERRA!"

I hugged my best friend very tightly. She is the figure of my best friend who has always been loyal to listen to all my complaints that I have lived so far.

"How did you get the information about Adam you mean?" investigate Sera looked at me so sharply. She was really very curious about what I was doing. Even though I didn't know at all who the man who was able to make my heart tremble when listening to the figure of a man who was reciting verses from the holy book Al-Quran that was so melodious. Especially surah al-mulk which made me really shady.

Right now I can only admire him from afar. Even the news circulating that he is a cafe waiter at Seoul National University (SNU) at the Design Faculty, Department of Industrial Communication Program, but he has a scholarship for his master's education.

Sera started to stare at me so intensely. Then he said, "Do you always remember your father?"

I was only able to nod in agreement because that's what I felt when I heard the chanting of verses from the holy book Al - Quran which had been read by the man I named Adam.

My old wounds reopened when I was 7 years old at that time. This accident really broke me. My father's body was found in a very sad state. His body was crushed and so charred that it was difficult to identify except for some identification. "How can a child forget his father?" I tried to hold back my tears so they wouldn't fall down my cheeks. But still the tears fell and rolled down my cheeks.

Within 2 years, my mother began to reorganize her life at that time and decided to marry Haqi, my uncle.

Uncle Haqi is the best surrogate father figure. He was able to be the head of the family so well that he was able to love me with a fairly full affection.

Uncle Haqi always loved my mother because according to rumors they had a relationship. But the relationship was never approved by the uncle's parents at that time.

Uncle Haqi is the best stepfather figure. He always guided me, Hasan and my mother very well. In fact, he also gave a real sense of love that made me feel comfortable. But still I miss my biological father.

"I really believe that my father is still alive," I said looking at Sera.

"I know that you really miss your father, Dijah. But you have to be sincere to live it because it can't be helped until now your father is still not found. Maybe it's the body of your father in the plane crash victim," replied Sera. "In a past life it will always be there. For now, it's better if we go to class because soon there will be a course from our lecturer, that's enough Killer."

"You are absolutely right that our lecturer is quite killer and tense. But it can't be helped, we're just students," I replied, trying to smile even though I couldn't get past it. The past is the hardest thing that I have ever experienced at that time.

Then Sera and I immediately headed to class before the killer lecturer came.

*

In the classroom.

The campus is getting quiet, but Khadijah is still the resident. Understandably, he is working on his thesis.

"Still in class yet home?"

Yes, he is Fabian, Khadijah's best friend. He happened to be both from Indonesia. He also received a scholarship.

"It's cloudy, Dijah. You're not coming home?"

Khadijah just shook her head lazily. She is still working on her unfinished thesis.

"Should I wait for you?"

Khadijah stared blankly.

"Fab, can we go back to the past? I miss my dad."

Fabian was silent, he remembered his brother Ilham who ten years ago died in a motorcycle racing accident.

"Even if I could, I wouldn't fight with Ilham. Although, I'm always jealous when Mom loves Ilham more, but God loves him more. Now I only have Nadia. Even though sometimes she likes to be fussy and fussy, she's still my sister ."

The atmosphere suddenly became silent, only the sound of the pouring rain at that time. A memory of Khadijah's memories with her father. His father's passing made him sad.

How could the newly reunited family be happy, suddenly separated again. They thought to themselves.

*

Pov Fabian.

In front of the Mosque Area, Campus

I feel so unworthy to enter this mosque. Because I have sinned.

"Fab, you don't pray at all, it's already the call to prayer, loch."

"Hmmm, I'm not ready, Dijah."

How could it be that I've never done worship again, and nightclubs have always been my favorite place. I still feel dirty to enter.

I saw my best friend enter it, yes she is the best female friend I have.

"Fab?"

Khadijah is a truly perfect woman. She has eyes like an angel in heaven. I liked her from the start, but I know who I really am. She deserves the best man besides me.

*

Pov Khadijah

"Ehem, Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikum Salam,"

Only this time I ventured to greet the man who managed to melt my heart. The beautiful voice I heard was so soft and warm.

The man always lowers his gaze to women who are not his mahram. I really admire the man, though I still don't know his name.

His faith and piety melted my whole heart. He is my dream priest candidate. Simple, but charming.

The man I know is not a student on this campus. It's just a canteen keeper. But, who doesn't want to be side by side with him who has the fragrance of hidden heaven.

Since then, I always fly all my prayers just for that man. Although, I didn't know his name until now. Only the name Adam I have given to name it and patent it.

I walked to the ablution place, I turned the water faucet, then I read the intention of the ablution prayer. Then, slowly I do the sequence of ablution movements. After that, I read the intention prayer after ablution while stepping my feet into the mosque.

I stepped to take the mukena that I always carry in my bag. Then, I chose the number two row, because the front woman's row was full.

Suddenly I saw the man who owned the fragrance of heaven who was occupying the prayer rug of the imam of the mosque.

"Subhanaallah, it turns out that he will be the imam in congregational prayers this time."

My mind started screaming instantly, because he really is my ideal priest candidate. He's really the best man I've ever met. My hope is that Allah will bring me together in a contract.

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