Accompany Me with Hijrah

GRATEFUL

It had been almost a week since Zarra met Kinar last time. Zarra looked up at the sky this morning before getting into her car. Today is not as usual. Although the sun is still clouded, but the wind that blows feels different. This morning's wind for Zarra felt like the wind of change.

A week ago, after his meeting with Kinar, he was still crying. His heart hurts. You could say he was not ready to accept that fact. But Asyifa and Amira encouraged him. After all, he has promised to be sincere with whatever God's plan. For two days, he cried. After that, he started not crying anymore even though his heart still hurt when he remembered the two of them.

Zarra tries to shift her world to her newfound busyness. He began to write his proposal. Actually he was among the outstanding students before. It's just that the many comforts he got after college made him a little lazy. Now he has to fix all that. The proposal is almost ready. Today he has also made an appointment with Pak Adi, as his guidance lecturer to consult about his proposal.

"Good idea of your research, Zarra. I'll acc this. For the theory you use you are sure?," asked Mr. Adi after reading the proposal.

"For a while I'm sure, sir. Even if there are changes later, I will consult you again," replied Zarra confidently. Mr. Adi nodded in a smile.

"You chose pesantren as the location of your research?," asked Mr. Adi raised his eyebrows. Zarra nodded. "In my opinion, in pesantren you will not get much of the object of his research. The result will not be effective. In my opinion, you did research in the Ustadz Adi study. More suitable and you will find many objects of research there. I know the coordinator. Usually twice a month he comes to Surabaya. Later I love if you want to change it," explained Mr. Adi gave advice. Spontaneous Zarra nodded quickly, agreeing to Pak Adi's suggestion. 'Alhamdulillah, ' he whispered in his heart. Then Mr. Adi sent a contact person coordinator of the study Ustadz Adi. Not to forget Zarra said thank you, before then saying goodbye.

 

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"Assalamu'alaikum" Zarra said as she opened her door. There is no lawfulness. He also walked into his room. He stopped in the kitchen and took cold water. For some reason, once he reached the kitchen, his stomach rumbling asked to be filled. He knew Bi Asih must be praying dzuhur. It crossed the idea to make a dish as well for Bi Asih. He started removing food from the refrigerator.

Since he decided to emigrate, there are many things he is grateful for. One of them is he returned to his hobby, namely cooking. In fact, he has decided to start a home-based food business for boarding children, employees and anyone who does not have time to cook. It can be said catering business with friendly prices.

While cooking, Zarra recalled many things that happened in her life. In an instant God turned his life around. He lost Malik, his lover and Kinar, his only friend. His heart was amazing, but he was grateful. He was grateful that with the removal of Malik and Kinar from his life, God replaced him with a new friend who guided him to his present position.

"Neng, Neng Zarra has returned?," asked Bi Asih disperse Zarra's daydream. Zarra, who was about to finish cooking, tidied up the kitchen. "Okay, Neng! Why not wait for Auntie? Can be fired if all the work Aunt Neng took," said Bi Asih as soon as he saw Zarra take his job.

"It's okay, Bi. Every now and then" replied Zarra. Bi Asih looked at what Zarra was cooking and tasted it a little. Zarra waited for Bi Asih's reaction. Bi Asih gave his thumb the sign of Zarra's delicious cuisine. Zarra smiled happily. "Alhamdulillah" he said.

"Yes, Neng has already prayed dzuhur?," asked Bi Asih. Zarra nodded. He had already prayed in his campus after guidance with his lecturer. "If so, Neng Zarra sat there first, let Auntie prepare everything" Bi Asih said again. Zarra according.

That afternoon he and Bi Asih ate a table. He cooks sauteed cassava leaves and chicken soy sauce. Bi Asih makes Zarra's favorite tomato juice. They pray before eating the food.

"Neng, Neng Zarra's cooking is delicious. Very lucky Mas Malik huh?" cried Bi Asih. Zarra who was chewing her food was silent for a moment. He did not answer Bi Asih and chose to continue eating.

"No need to talk to him, Bi," Zarra said later. Looking at Zarra's cold face, it was enough to tell that something had happened in their relationship.

"Neng, patience huh? Everything will be beautiful in time. Do'a just the same as Allah, Neng," said Bi Asih. Zarra looked at Bi Asih for a moment, and nodded. They continued eating them in silence.

 

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"Assalamu'alaikum, son," said his mother. Zarra smiled at her mother.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" replied Zarra. Suddenly her tears could no longer be blocked. A great longing for both of his parents.

"Well, you know, why is your favorite girl crying?" asked her mother. Zarra wiped her tears. He begins to recount the incident with Malik and Kinar. Then about the hijra. Mother nodded. When Zarra finished her story, her mother sighed and smiled.

"Already, Zarra. Then forget Malik. God willing gave you a better replacement. Trust in God's promises, son. Now Zarra should be grateful, can friends like Asyifa and Amira, even Zarra has decided to move. Thank God, Mama is grateful that your son has closed his aura," said Mama Zarra. Zarra nodded with a smile.

"Ma, if Zarra opens a catering business, Mama agrees?" asked Zarra later. Her mother looks very happy.

"Agree dong! Finally there is a talent nurunin your grandmother. But remember your college. Finish it first" said his mother. His mother's words were more like the commanding officer's orders to his men.

"Yes, my dear mother. Zarra has accepted his research proposal. Just wait for the research letter, another week Zarra will start research," replied Zarra. Her mother held her thumb. "Where, Ma?" asked Zarra again. He was very confused with his papa. Her mother breathed an annoyed sigh.

"Know for yourself this hour is still in the office. Mama likes to be upset with your dad. If the work likes not to remember the time. Especially if it's a racket, it can be home at one hour. You know, mama just go home to you," replied Mama Zarra with a loud tone. Zarra laughed gigglingly.

"Patience, Ma. Papa mah is the one," said Zarra still with his laughter.

"Ah, it's ah! Mama wants to pray first. I was waiting for my mom's favorite soap opera to finish" said Mama Zarra. Zarra nodded and chuckled, hearing that her mother still likes to postpone prayers for her favorite soap opera.

"Get health, son. Don't forget the lecture. Mama believes Zarra can get through it all. Don't forget to pray, son," said Mama Zarra. Zarra nodded with a smile.

"Greet Papa yes, Ma?" pinta Zarra. Mother nodded. He closed their conversation with greetings and was answered by his mother. After closing the video call, Zarra opened her laptop. Before typing his proposal repair he glared far outside his room. True said his mother. He should be grateful. Thankful for the blessings God has given. The old man who is ready Although it hurts, he must endure. He remembered the message of Umi Fatma, God does not take anything from us, unless God will replace it with a better one.

Zarra let out a long breath. He should have thanked God for telling him sooner about Malik and Kinar. Maybe he should learn not to wish on humans anymore. Yep! He will begin to learn to be sincere and grateful and only rely on hope in God. He took a deep breath and threw it away slowly with a smile on his sweet lips.

 

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