A Will From Mama

C-6

The day has changed Sunday.

Sunday has changed months.

And the moon has changed with the year.

Time continued, and not a moment of time was about to turn around and stop.

It has been three years both Gilang and Nabila left his home. Although Nabila will always come home during a long holiday. Nabila also almost every week can meet his family. Because his family visits once a week.

In contrast to Gilang, because of the long distance and solid activities. For the past three years, he has never been home for a day. The activities there have taken up a lot of his time. He wanted to finish college soon and return to the family he had always longed for.

Egypt

Crossbreed

I feel like I'm different from the old me. Here I was so close to Abah (the owner of the cottage). He knows that I'm not like his students. I don't know much about religion. And I was absent a lot during my studies. Because of my duties and every day I always go home in the afternoon sometimes until Maghrib.

This is not the reason I don't want to go to school. But since 2 years I asked my lecturer to be his assistant. At first I wanted to reject it.

Before giving an answer to my lecturer's request I asked permission first to Abah. Because as long as I'm here Abah will be my parent. And I always obeyed his orders and obeyed him.

F**lashback On**

I decided to immediately go to Abah to discuss the request of my lecturer. When facing Abah, I am welcome to tell my problems. Abah listened to all my stories from beginning to end well. And after I finished telling the story, Abah immediately gave me an answer.

"Receive the request" replied Abah.

"What about my studies here Bah,"

"You don't have to worry, I'll teach you every night, if you don't go to school in the afternoon,"

"That's bah,"

"Sure, fellow humans should have helped each other. And your lecturer has trusted you more than anyone else so prove that you can be trusted"

"Alright, I will accept his request, "

End Flashback

Since then I became an assistant lecturer and indirectly Abah considers me like his own son. I am so grateful that Abah has always been so kind to me. And the santri-santri here is also very good to me. Although there are only a few who are in college and the rest are still Mts or Ma.

I am so lucky to have a mother like my mother who always loved me. He always showed me the right way. Never once did my mom take me down the wrong path.

My friends used to think of me as a mother's child. I don't care what they say, the fact is that I'm mom's biological son. And ever since I was in my mom's belly, my parents have taken care of me and loved me until now. As I was here, my mother asked. I never regretted following my mother's request.

Time is so fast, it doesn't feel like I've been here three years. For three years I have never met my family. I used to plan to go home but my mom always said, "Finished your college and your cottage and after all you're done you can go home."

These few days, I feel like I have a bad feeling. I don't know what that hunch has to do with, I don't know. I just felt like something was making me feel uneasy.

Several times I tried calling the house, but none of the people I called responded to my call. To the point that I almost intend to go home and see what happens at home. But when I asked Abah for permission, Abah didn't give me permission because it was Mama who asked for it.

"Well, when did you tell Abah not to let me go home?"

"He didn't give me directly, he came to my dream a few days before you came here. He left you and forbade Abah to let you go home before your college was over and more importantly before you understood and understood our religion,"

"But my feelings are not calm and I'm afraid something will happen to my family I want to go home to make sure that my gut feeling is not right,"

"Seek Allah for help and draw your hearts on Him. Because He is the one who has arranged the scenario of our lives,"

"Well Bah, then I'll let you go back to the dormitory,"

"Yes, don't forget Abah's message......"

"I'm sorry to step down Bah, assalamualaikum..."

"Wa'alaikum..."

I carried out Abah's orders. Before going to the dormitory, I took the time to go to the bathroom first to abudhu. After that I prayed and poured out my whole heart. Not to forget I asked Him for protection for my health and safety, along with my family.

Surabaya

In Surabaya, the state of the family is not entirely fine. They are still worried about the condition of the mother who is sick.

Since yesterday the Rianto family is in their hospital where Ayu (mama Gilang ) is being treated. No one thought that Ayu would get diabetes. Maybe because all this time Ayu always eat sweet food.

"How's mommy doing?" ask the worried flowers

"Mom's fine, you calm down. And don't show your sadness in front of him if he realizes later. Entertain your mother so that her heart will always be happy because if she is sad it will make things worse,"

"The time of prayer. We replace there is someone here Temenin mama and there is a prayer," said papa.

"Let me wait here. Brother and papa go first" replied Bunga.

"Well then, let's go to the mosque. And Bunga, if there's anything call us immediately,"

Papa and the flower sister left Ayu's meeting room. They rushed to the mosque in this hospital.

As for the flowers, she sat beside her mother. He stared at his old mother, as if his gaze would not escape from there.

A while later, papa and the flower sister had returned. Coinciding with incoming call from Gilang. Bunga wanted to ignore the call, but he also felt unbearable because indeed his family had several days ago ignored the call from Gilang. Finally he tried to tell his father, hoping that he would allow him to raise the call.

"Pa, Brother Gilang called," said the flower.

"Remember and don't tell me about your mother's condition. Because mama does not want Gilang to know his condition, mama is afraid of him if Gilang knows the condition here he will ask to go home,"

"All right,"

After getting permission, flowers came out to receive the sister's phone call. Gilang's voice sounded anxious and worried. He conveys the situation here, despite the lies that flowers tell.

At least Gilang did not worry about our situation anymore and did not intend to go home. Inner Flower