Rabbana laa tuzigh quluubanaa ba'da idz hadaitanaa wa hablanaa min ladunka rahmah, innaka antal wahhaab
'Our Lord, do not incline our hearts to misguidance, after You have guided us and bestow mercy on us from Your side, verily You are the Giver.'
Irfan repeated the memorization of Ali 'Imran verse 8. His tears melted imagining that his heart was inclined to go astray.
O Allah, Irfan is not an angel who is always submissive and obedient to Your commands...
O Allah, Irfan is not a prophet or apostle who is always steadfast in his stance on Your provisions...
Irfan is an ordinary human being who tries to obey his limits as hard as he can. Sometimes his faith will go up and sometimes it will go down. Even though you can carry out your trials, O Allah, please don't leave it even for a moment. There is nothing happier, more calming, unless there is your accompanying guidance.
The sun began to show warmth in the light emitted. The plants looked happy, they slowly spread their leaves wings. The birds are ready to earn their sustenance today. They always believe that they will be able to go home with a full stomach.
This morning, it has been a month since Iffah's name was slowly forgotten by Irfan. Irfan went back to his usual routine. As a graduate of the Communication Studies program, he can use his knowledge to devote himself to volunteering for Aksi Cepat Tanggap (ACT), especially as a liaison for information between divisions.
Even though his address is in Surabaya, Irfan often moves from one city to another. Irfan also accompanies activities such as providing food assistance to poor families in the corners of the city, and of course in a certain month he will be assigned to Palestine to provide food and medical aid.
"Ciee ... his face is back to being cheerful."
As usual, who else is Irfan's closest friend if not Awi. If Irfan is in trouble, then Awi is the first to know about Irfan's problems.
Irfan will tell everything to his friend. His trust in Awi exceeds anything. He's his best friend.
"Beautiful, right?"
At the same time, Irfan added. They often do this joke. One of the two already understands their respective characters.
"I'm sorry yea. Again, sorry to offend. If my grandfather said that he had said that a man would be said to be handsome if a woman liked him, in other words, he already had a wife. Well, you…."
"Heeett." Irfan interrupted Awi's conversation, "Well, you…. How, how, try to continue…."
Irfan's right hand clenched. Gawaat! It looks like Irfan wants to be angry. Awi's eyes bulged when he saw Irfan's hand, which was ready to eat his body.
"H-hem, h-how are you…."
Awi did not continue his words. Irfan's clenched hands slowly loosened, his face was a little sad.
"I'm sorry...."
Irfan's right hand held Awi's shoulder, then he apologized. He tried to forget Iffah completely, so he asked that his friend no longer discuss anything related to him.
"Oh, yes, I understand. Shouldn't I be the one apologizing?"
"Yeah yeah, you should be..."
"But because you went first, it won't happen. Ha ha …."
Irfan and Awi laughed. From that brief incident, Awi understood that Irfan wanted to try to forget Iffah, regarding whether or not Irfan still had feelings for Iffah, only his heart and God knew.
**
Still in the city of heroes, there is one restaurant that is never empty. Every day, people who are customers always come to eat there. Around the restaurant has a place to relax.
"The food at this restaurant is really good, huh…."
Such compliments are often obtained because visitors are satisfied with the delicious food, the place is also comfortable, and of course the service is also quite good.
This restaurant is also known for its generosity. Every Friday there will be a free meal at the restaurant, it will also be distributed to orphans at the orphanage. So it's not surprising, this restaurant called 'Resto Blessing' has become a recommendation from many people.
This restaurant, which has a vision of 'From the restaurant to Jannah', pays attention to many things, especially the integration of Islamic values in it.
For example, on the walls of the restaurant there are civilized recommendations for food, such as eating with the right hand, eating while sitting, reading prayers before and after eating.
From the center of the restaurant, there were several people crowding as if preparing for an interview session from one of the television stations.
"Thanks for taking the time, sis."
A reporter in black is interviewing a woman in the middle of a restaurant.
"May I ask you a few things?"
"Please, I'll answer as best I can."
The shooting team focused on taking their videos, some of the other crews saw this television channel that was the pride of the Surabaya people on their cellphones, they made sure that the broadcast went smoothly, without any problems.
The reporter continued his question,
"There are many rumors that this restaurant is the second most comfortable place after the mosque, isn't it, sis?"
"About that title is true. But we don't focus on that, but can just invite kindness and the target is restaurant visitors. Therefore, the musical accompaniment of the restaurant is replaced with poems that draw closer to Allah and prayers remember the prophet."
"So, does this mean that this restaurant is only for Muslims?"
"Not! In fact, there are various religions, not only Muslims who come. There were also groups of people from many religions coming together, ordering food and eating together. They enjoy it."
"That means all the food there is halal, right?"
"Of course! It is also interesting to observe because many non-Muslim students often conduct research in restaurants."
Reporters were shocked.
"This restaurant is really cool. If you may know, please share what is the strategy so that this restaurant can be very crowded, many visitors, even many are doing research?"
The woman in question muttered,
"Heem… how are you…."
The reporter tried to ask quietly,
"Sorry, you can't, can you?"
"It's not impossible. But honestly I don't really know hehe. My position here is only as a restaurant manager, so my duties are limited to checking food, food utensils, and cleanliness of the place."
Hearing the female answer, the reporter nodded slowly. At first he thought this woman was the most powerful in this restaurant, but it wasn't.
The woman continued her speech again, her right index finger pointing at the woman in the pink dress who had just come out of the restaurant office.
"Well now, that's it…."
The reporter turned his head. The filming team and crew also looked in that direction.
"So that young lady is the most powerful in this restaurant?"
The woman nodded her head, then added another word,
"Right. He is the most instrumental in the success of this restaurant. Routine social activities for orphans, free Friday meals, all came from his idea."
The reporter was still looking at the young woman over there.
"You're still young, smart, beautiful huh? Ugh duh duh."
Hearing that opinion, they seem to agree. The filming team and crew seemed to be holding back, lest a single sound intentionally or unintentionally come out of their mouths.
The reporter continued to be curious about the figure of the young woman,
"May I interview him?"
"Not now. If he is busy at this hour, he will soon go to the orphanage to distribute food."
"Oh, it's a pity, viewers. We couldn't have asked closer to the owner of this restaurant."
The reporter regretted the opportunity that was in front of his eyes, but he was sure that later there would be a separate time to have a long conversation with him.
The reporter asked again, before finishing the interview,
"Oh, viewers at home might also be curious, right? Sis, who was that young woman?"
"She is the only daughter of the owner of the Book Group company. His father's name is Pak Rohman and his mother's name is Bu Aisyah.
The reporter nodded, then asked again,
"What about your daughter?"
"Her name is Iffah..."