(May) I Fall in Love

Bereft

Sunday has returned. The first day of Haura enjoys a semester off. The teenage girl had looked very beautiful in a white dress. Plus a blue veil that covers her beautiful hair. The girl looks so simple. So graceful in simplicity. He saw her reflection in a mirror in the girl's room.

Today Haura will visit the grave of her father, Mr. Hamzah. It had been more than a year that his father had gone before the Creator. Haura felt a great longing for her father. Only prayer can Haura say for her loved ones. May God put his father in the best place.

After he finished, Haura left the room. Ready to go to his father's funeral. Miss Lastri had been waiting for Haura in the living room where they lived. The lastri wore a black robe, complete with the same colored veil.

Haura and Bu Lastri were very happy to visit Mr. Hamzah's meal. Moreover, Miss Lastri who harbors an infinite longing for her late husband.

"Let's go, son," asked Bu Lastri when he saw Haura had finished packing.

"Come, Mom."

Both mother and son were leaving soon. The clock shows exactly at seven in the morning. Miss Lastri deliberately went early in the morning to avoid traffic jams. In front of the gate was already waiting for a car that Haura had booked through an online application. Ready to get them to their destination.

It didn't take long, thirty minutes later Bu Lastri and Haura had arrived at one of the common eaters. The two immediately rushed down some headstones that read the names of people who rested there. May they gain tranquility, inner Haura.

The mother and son were in a tomb with black gravestones. There is beautifully carved Basmallah and also the name Muhammad Hamzah complete with the name of Mr. Hamzah's parents. That's what Bu Lastri's husband, Haura's father ate.

Bu Lastri and Haura cleaned up some weeds there. Sow the flowers they have prepared beforehand. Khitmad Haura and his mother gave al-Fatihah and several other Surahs of the Quran to their loved ones.

Bu Lastri looked at the headstone with tears welling up in her eye sockets. Missing and losing still feels so painful. And so is Haura. The girl was so protective of a father. Not satisfied with how it feels to his father. God took back his father. That's how fate wills Haura thought.

"Dad... Haura kangen," said the girl. Tears began to wash both of his cheeks.

"Dad knows, Haura has been able to report for this semester. And Haura managed to stay in the top ten. Haura was a great father, "The teenage girl started telling stories. His hand had since rubbed a tombstone bearing his father's name.

"Haura must maintain good grades, so that Haura still gets a scholarship. Now at school it's fun. Haura has very good friends. At first Haura was afraid to go to school there, because Haura felt different from the others. I understand what Haura means."

Miss Lastri heard every outpouring of her daughter's heart. There's sadness there. It turned out that was the worry Haura had been feeling all along.

"But it turns out that attending school there is not as scary as Haura imagined. There Haura got very good friends," said the girl smiling on the sidelines of her cries. Bu Lastri gently rubbed the top of his daughter's head.

There are a lot of things that Haura and Bu Lastri have said there. It was as if the person they were talking to was real in front of them. That's how they miss.

After they felt that they had been there long enough, finally Bu Lastri and Haura were ready to go home. "Sir, we go home first well," said Miss Lastri. "Later God willing Mother and Haura will visit again."

Miss Lastri couldn't hold back her tears. "May you be put in the best place by God's side. And we can regroup later."

The sobs of Bu Lastri were heartbreaking. And so is Haura. Losing is the hardest thing to accept in life. Moreover, the loss of loved ones. Sincere is just a word that not everyone is able to interpret.

In another place.

After returning from the airport delivered Lady Anna and the others. Nevan rushed to one of the public funerals. The teenager wanted to visit his mother.

Nevan, Zayn and Mr. Liam were sitting side by side in a tomb bearing the name of Princess Amira. Yes, as well as Haura, Nevan and his family are on a pilgrimage to the tomb of their most beloved. It has been more than ten years since Mrs Amira left this world.

Nevan was only a six-year-old boy. Now he is a handsome teenager. Nevan grew up without a mother's affection. Make it so long for the figure of a woman who has been sitting quietly there.

Zayn looked at his little brother who was now growing up. The sadness was clearly painted on Nevan's handsome face. Although Nevan never said that she was not ready to lose, Zayn could tell her sister's body language. Nevan thirsts for a mother's affection. Only six years ago Nevan felt a warm embrace of a mother.

"Losing is not the end of affection" Liam said suddenly. Since then Mr. Liam has been watching his two sons, especially Nevan.

"Losing is not the end of loving. Because your mother will always live in our hearts. Although the body can no longer be seen, but Papa believes our love and affection for Mama will never decrease" said Mr. Liam. Looking lovingly at the gravestone bearing his wife's name.

Nevan and Zayn were so stunned to hear their papa's words. They are sure that their father also misses the presence of his wife. Even greater longing than Nevan and Zayn felt.

A prayer was given to Lady Amira. I hope God will give the best place to the people they care about.

"Let's go home" Zayn asked his sister.

So has Mr. Liam prepared to go home.

"Papa and Zayn first. Nevan still wants to be here" Nevan said. The teenager still wants to let go of his mother.

"All right," said Zayn.

Zayn and Mr. Liam left the place. Leave Nevan alone there.

Nevan's steppe is still glued to the tombstone bearing her mother's name.

"Nevan kangen, Ma" the teenager said.

"Why did mom go so fast? Did God love you so much that you left Nevan so soon?"

"Nevan still remembers when mom hugged Nevan for the last time in the hospital. I don't think Nevan ever wanted to let go of that hug. If Nevan knew it was your big hug, Nevan would be with you there." Nevan is still speaking on a gravestone bearing the name of Princess Amira.

"Ma... Nevan is already big, but why is Nevan always crying if you remember Mama. Nevan's weak, Ma. Nevan's not as strong as he looks." The teenager admitted his vulnerability.

"Now Nevan meets Haura again. Mama knows Haura. Haura and her mother used to play with Nevan when she was hospitalized. Nevan is happy to see Haura again." Nevan took a deep breath and threw it away violently.

"Haura used to be with Nevan when Nevan was little. Calms Nevan when Nevan cries for mama in the hospital. Now Nevan wants to protect Haura. Always there for him. Just like Haura did when Nevan was little. Nevan dear Haura, Ma. Okay, Ma?"

Nevan stared softly at the gravestone. Gently caressing the carving of her mother's name. "If you were still there, you would love Haura too. Although sometimes he sucks. He's short, too, Ma. Kayak dwarves... Hehe. But Haura is very good."

There's a lot Nevan told me there. Wishing her mother could hear all the outpouring of her heart.

"Nevan is back, Ma. Next time Nevan will come again with Haura" Nevan said.

"Hopefully one day Nevan can meet Mama. I can hug Mama." Nevan rubbed the clear liquid on the corner of her eye. His blue bead looks dim. Sadness is there. This is all Nevan can do to let go of his mother's longing. Tell anything on a headstone that will never be able to speak.

Loss is the most painful part of life. Teach sincere words that are sometimes only able to say words but are unable to understand meaning. Longing but no longer able to meet, loving but no more body to anchor. Just neatly save each loved one's memory as a friend to continue the journey of life. Hope that someday God will meet in the shade of eternity.