About the Heart

The Sacred Journey

Forgiveness and forgiveness have a huge impact on peace of mind. Leaving life in peace. Everything that was difficult at first, I think, became easy. The work of Dion, which we were worried about at first, slowly began to show the result of a struggle. My writing has also attracted more and more people to read it. In essence, our lives, feel more blessed and always endowed with favors. Until it was not felt, time had passed so quickly.

My pregnancy has entered the second trimester. And just today, I began a long journey that I had been preparing for a few months ago. Umrah.

Returning to do a flight with tens of hours, reminding me of my honeymoon some time ago. The difference is, at that time we focused on giving pleasure to the eyes. Give him the pleasure of the world with the beautiful scenery of the creation of the Power. Now, our steps are taken on a sacred journey. Not only pamper yourself as a human being in need of entertainment but give a spiritual touch to souls who thirst for closeness to the Creator of nature.

Miqats. The first thing I have to do to start any step is to intend. Not only for the worship that I will live this, other things in life should also be based on good intentions. Like when I accepted you first. I can't say what my intentions are, but it's all about comfort. Whether it was the wrong first step or the right one, but I believe that choosing Dion was the right decision.

Salat tahiyatul masjid as much as two rakaat in the Grand Mosque, opening the memory of how my intention to choose him diridhoi Allah, we are united. Two of Adam's grandchildren, kept away from the illicit relationship and led to live a halal bond by pledging a promise of living while living.

Surrounding the Kaaba seven times is not as much as I circled the hearts of a number of men before leaning on the love of my lover who struggled without knowing the obstacles. Dion was undaunted, always holding me back. Keep walking around until no other man is willing to turn my way. Just like this tawaf, keep walking on the track. Getting closer and finally getting closer.

Two shortcomings on the Most Attractive in Hijr Ismail made me remember that there were two men who continued to approach endlessly. In the end it dethroned the semi-circle of fighters and he became the winner. Achieve the reward by perfecting half the religion.

Seven times I ran small between Shafa Hill and Marwah, sa'i. Flashback to the journey of Siti Hajar, the mother of Nabiyullah Ismail looking for water when his son was just thirsty in the middle of a hot and arid desert. I seem to be brought to a dark story when the heart is difficult to make choices. Running from one heart to another. He incised wounds on three hearts. Gamang, made my feelings hit by the attack.

When tahallul became the last pillar, thankfully, it was born from the lips. The relief from the long procession of Umrah worship has gone smoothly. It's like our love story is so beautifully engraved. Somehow in the beginning but the most important thing in the end is the happy thing.

Having the opportunity to be present in Baitullah, it was like entering a world of its own. Where here the mind is only filled with love affairs to the Owner of the Universe. The luxury of the world that is always being pursued out there, here all pull over. Wudhu is always awake and the incessant chanting of holy verses is reflected from the lips of the soul owner who longs for heaven.

Time and worship are two things that cannot be separated. Like water in a container, there is no gap for betrayal. Day and night pass with the Quran. Salat continued to be erected, as if no fatigue had come. Lips continue to praise, the love comes tingling. The more seconds it changes, the more it can't be eliminated.

Nine days, as if just a blink of an eye. Want time to stop at this time, so that the world out there does not call for immediate return. Home to the mortal world. Worship is just a busting of obligations without realizing that it is a necessity. It is not the Khaliq who benefits but we who are harmed if we leave.

And now, when we had to step back out of the holy land, there was a very strong longing. Not wanting to part even though we haven't stepped in yet. Only a prayer I offer may one day we be called back to be her great guests.

Here, our trip will be back to Indonesia. Under the skies of Saudi Arabia, we do not stop looking back. Memories that usually have to be disposed of, in this place, whose name happened yesterday is a dream that will continue to be remembered and hope will soon be realized again.

"Mas, I don't think I want to go home."

"We pray that we may soon be called to worship here" Dion replied, clasping my fingers.

I lifted up my hands, cupped up and guaranteed the prayer that Dion offered. If yesterday I was attacked by opium novels online, now I always miss being presented in the homeland of the last prophet.

"That's right, honey. Tomorrow again if we have more sustenance, it is better to trace the development of Islam in various parts of the world, how?"

"agree. These few days, just by visiting some religious tourist attractions alone, I have been amazed. The more motivated to get to know more deeply and my dream to write a religious-themed novel."

"May your dreams come true, dear."

Again I assure you a prayer sentence from Dion.

Mecca and Medina, with many historical buildings for the development of Islam, gave me a lot of inspiration. There are several titles with that word choice. Between "Halal Love in the Grand Mosque", "Your Love Like the Quba Mosque, first in my heart", or it could be "Raudlah, the Blooming of the Love Flower in the Prophet's Mosque."

"Novelis is so, all things can be made into a novel story" Dion said with a smile.

Indeed, in the brains of writers even though they were amateurs like me, what was around was an expensive inspiration. Let alone something extraordinary, small things can bring fresh ideas.

"Yes. I can also inspire my second novel."

"What's title?" look at Dion who is suspicious of my giggles that hide laughter behind a smile.

"My bald husband, I love you!" I nodded while turning my face.

"I love you too" Dion replied as she pinched my nose.

"Why answered? That's the title of the novel," I grumbled.

Dion showed off his smile. "I know you're mode, dear."

"I'm sincere, Mom."

"Mode."

Dion keeps chuckling. And I don't want to give up either. Both are insistent and finally give up. Unintentionally speaking, love. "I love you, baby."