'How come Mas Irfan is there?'
Iffah's mind was fighting. Iffah didn't know what to do anymore. Iffah remembered the last moment, when she refused a man who came to her house.
Iffah knows that her decision could make Mas Irfan disappointed. But it was all he had to take.
About the reasons?
Yes. Iffah is still not ready to explain the reason why she refuses the good intentions of Mas Irfan who proposed to her. His beloved mother did not even know the reason. Iffah currently wants to keep it to herself. Let himself and Allah know his feelings.
Not love?
Who is a human being in this world who does not want to love and be loved, let alone have the opportunity to carry out the sunnah of the prophet. Iffah had thought of it all. But Iffah is different. Iffah must be patient. She has made up her mind, the answer remains the same, Iffah feels inappropriate, I don't know how long.
A few seconds after Mas Irfan's voice called Iffah. Iffah started trying to control herself. Act like nothing. After all, the purpose of going to the orphanage was not to meet Mas Irfan.
"Yes, Mas, I am Iffah."
Iffah replied to Mas Irfan's call. After that, rush into the orphanage. Iffah is a woman who does not want to interact with the opposite sex for long. Talking sufficiently, when he feels he has, then he immediately leaves the conversation.
Seeing Iffah go straight into the orphanage, Irfan realized that his actions might not be pleasant for Iffah.
"Astaghfillah..."
Irfan made istighfar several times. This time he couldn't hold back his gaze. His eyes seemed unable to blink when he saw Iffah who passed in front of him.
Different from Iffah earlier. Even when answering Irfan's call, Iffah kept her head down. She is beautiful, pious, has great influence, her eyes are clear and pure because she is always guarded from things that are forbidden. Who wouldn't want a woman like that?
"Astaghfillah O Allah, what's wrong with me?"
Irfan tried to control himself again. His mouth is indeed istighfar, but are his heart and mind the same? Not necessarily!
Now, Iffah is in the center of the orphanage. There gathered a lot of cute little children. Her smile is like a rainbow, colorful, beautiful, beautiful to look at. And of course behind it all, before it was a heavy rain that even only those who experienced it.
Iffah approached them. One of the children recognized his presence.
"Friends… Mbak Iffah is coming…."
said a little girl about the age of a kindergartner, her shrill voice mixed with loud and stuttering slurs distracting them all.
"Mbak Iffaaah…."
"Oh yes, Mbak Iffaaah..."
"Yeeyy... Mbak Iffah is coming, Mbak Iffah is coming..."
"Let's play sis..."
"Let's just tale..."
The sound of a small child roaring shook the room. They approached Iffah with cheerful faces. For the little ones, Iffah was considered a person who was very close to them. Iffah also enjoyed it, happy to meet them.
Hugs after hugs were given by Iffah to the children. At least they will feel comfortable because there is someone who cares for them.
Arini who was beside Iffah felt that Iffah loved the children. It felt like Arini was touched again, now she embraced the cute little children. They hug and share happiness. Simple indeed, but the attention that is considered small is really needed by those who no longer know where their father and mother are.
From outside the orphanage, Irfan is now seen with Awi. They lifted a large cardboard box in which were new clothes for the children.
"Kids, who wants to have new clothes?"
Irfan's words were also received thunderously by the children.
"I…."
"Yey new clothes...."
"I want pink clothes..."
"I'm wearing blue clothes..."
They replied to each other saying their wishes, then the adorable faces turned to attack Irfan and Awi.
Iffah smiles seeing the children happy because they will get new clothes.
Irfan and Awi opened the box. The children quickly took their clothes, as they wished.
Children are still children. They were so excited to choose, suddenly heard a child fall because of fighting over clothes with his friend.
Byuk!
"Hey Shiva! You push me, so I fall…"
"No! You're the one who fell alone…."
"You push!"
"No!"
"You push!
"Nope. If not, then no."
Byuk! Byuk!
Tasya kicked Syifa's leg, causing her to fall too.
"Hey Tasyaa, you're kicking. It hurts you know!"
"Let! Taste it!"
"Hey, why the hell are you!"
"Gppa you fell. Let me feel the pain when I fell earlier."
"You are annoying…."
"You are annoying too…."
"Hey…."
"Hiiihhh..."
Pyakk! Byukk! Pyakk! Byukk!
"Ehhh… honey why are you fighting?"
Iffah acted quickly, separating them immediately.
"Shifa push!"
"No kook! Yes, it was Tasya who was kicking."
"No!"
"Nothing wrong, it's you!"
"Yes you are!"
"Hey... how come you!"
"Youuuuuuu…."
"Stoop! Dear Syifa ... Tasya dear ... cup cup cup, "
Iffah hugged them both.
"Syifa is a beautiful child, Tasya is a good child, never mind the fighting..."
Still in a warm embrace. Iffah said that softly. The sincerity of his speech bewitched the two children to make them calmer.
Slowly, the two cute children followed Iffah's words.
"I was going to get my clothes, but Syifa pushed me until I fell, my legs hurt..."
The child said softly, then followed by a soft reply.
"And Tasya kicked me earlier, I also fell, it hurts too you know..."
Iffah listened to them carefully. After that, they stroked their sore feet.
"Cup cup cup honey. Bismillah healed…"
Iffah hugged the two children again.
"Let's forgive each other. Can't know fellow friends fight. Those who like to fight will later become friends of the devil. Hey here, who wants to be a friend of the devil?"
The two kids didn't want to.
"Hey… hus huss… don't want to be the devil's friend…."
"Yeah… I don't want to either, demons are ugly…."
Iffah was pleased with the answer.
"Then, Syifa and Tasya, let's forgive each other..."
Both nodded in agreement.
"I'm sorry, Cipaa..."
"I'm sorry too, Tacaaa..."
The two then hugged.
Alhamdulillah!
So as not to repeat the previous incident, now Iffah is helping them choose clothes from each of their favorites.
There, who were also close to them, Irfan and Awi were silent. In front of him with the children, there is an extraordinary figure of Iffah. Maybe it's not an exaggeration to call Iffah a good mother for her children in the future.
In reality, now no one knows, who has succeeded in being present in Iffah's heart.
Like gems, only the chosen ones dare to sacrifice, through the depths of the ocean, through all obstacles, obstacles.
It's not enough if you don't try to knock on heaven's door, don't try to prostrate in tahajjud, don't try to whine about it in every prayer. Need divine intervention there. The question is who is destiny, who managed to find the gem? Is Irfan one of them?
And until now, only Allah is the most powerful.