AFTER YOU GO ~Story About Farrel~

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Farrel and Ahmad had arrived at Mama Haji's house, they were welcomed, especially Farrel who had been greatly missed there. Although Farrel is not among the alumni of the school, Mama already considers him family.

In front of three cups of coffee the three men were coolly chatting. Tell me a lot about each other's experiences. Not infrequently small pieces of advice are tucked into their chatter.

"Sorry before Ma, since then I have not seen Bi Haji. Where's she?" farrel asked in their conversation.

Mama Haji stared inside Farrel with her trademark gentle smile. "Alas Ahmad didn't tell Rel?" Mama turned to Ahmad who was counting fingers in his lap.

"Three months ago Bi Haji was called the Almighty."

Farrel raised his head as if in disbelief looking at Mama Haji questioningly and concernedly.

"Innalillahiwainnailaihi roji'un, forgive me Ma. I don't know." Farrell said in earnest.

"On that .. sorry Rel, I forgot to tell you because you were hard to contact at the end with my busyness too I forget. I'm sorry Ma." Ahmad chiming.

Mama Haji smiled again, "it's okay. You are busy too."

"I'm sorry Ma again" said the two men who felt guilty.

Suddenly Mama laughed, "don't apologize, Mama's used to being a widower now. It's not good, is it Rel?"

Huh huh? Whahuh?

Farrel raised his head back to look at Mama who he felt was teasing him.

"When, by the way, did you get an invitation? You should not long be widened. You are different from Mama, you are still young, the future is still long. You should have a companion so that your life smoothly worship was calm."

"Hmm about that I haven't thought about Ma." Farrel answered as he could.

"Don't be old for long! Look Ahmad tuh the more filled his body days, it's a sign he's happy there is a ngurus." Mama turned around to tease Ahmad. They continued with other small talk.

The day was getting late Farrel said goodbye while Ahmad still had business in the pesantren. Farrel was about to pick up the bike he was riding with Ahmad in the parking lot before someone suddenly patted him on the back.

"Assalamualaikum, Farrell."

Farrel turned around, in front of him now there was a bearded man with a little brew there, a black peci and a golden yellow turban attached to one of his shoulders.

Farrel frowned remembering if he knew the man.

Then the man clucked and said, "Zamzam this is Zamzam."

The look on Farrel's face immediately changed and looked deeper into the appearance of the person who claimed to be named Zamzam.

"MashaAlloh ... Ustad!" Farrel then remembered Ustadz Zamzam before him. They also hugged.

"Sorry Ustadz I don't remember a little" Farrel said.

"Say I forgot."

They laugh too. The intention to go home Farrel temporarily because Ustadz Zamzam invited him to stop by his house which is still in the boarding area.

Ustadz Zamzam brought Farrel into the house which is still the same as before.

"There's guests?" A woman with a sari'i came from the kitchen. The woman was holding a baby boy. Farrel already knew that it was Nimas wife of Ustadz Zamzam.

Nimas for a moment pegged to know the guests who came.

"Farrell?"

Farrel nodded with a faint smile.

"You are indeed ageless Rel, your face is easily recognized because it is still the same as before. In the days of Neng, Farrel did not know me. Am I that old, huh?"

"Eh just realized," said Nimas who made Farrel hold his laughter. While the Ustadz slightly grumbled.

"It's not old Ustadz, but his appearance is now cooler than it used to be. Now Ustadz looks a bit like king dangdut." Farrel tried to straighten.

"No, not Ustadz!"

"It's already! You guys if you meet it must be noisier. I'll bring you a drink." Nimas passed away leaving the two people who were arguing.

Moments later Nimas returned with two cups of coffee.

"Other than that I only coffee, but if not drunk redundant." Farrel took his coffee and sipped it a little.

"How are you doing, Rail?" ask Nimas.

"Good God, this is how it is." Farrel smiled faintly.

"Oh yeah, you guys got any more kids?" ask Farrel.

"Yes obviously dong, our son is already three." Ustadz Zamzam chimed with pride.

Nimas just shook his head with the behavior of the husband. While Farrel was still cool in serving Ustadz Zamzam not infrequently they were mocking each other and even arguing.

After the dzuhur prayer, Farrel finally really went home. It was never a moment when he visited the pesantren.

Farrel propelled his motor at medium speed under the specks of rainwater that fell in the middle of the day.

Just half way, in front of him a black car drove at high speed and almost hit him before then the car slammed the steering wheel into the road divider.

Farrel was very surprised he pulled off his motorbike and rushed to the car that stopped right near him. One by one people began to arrive there are those who want to help some who do not want to lose the moment to be made news.

Farrel and several people peeked at the windshield. They knocked on him until the man behind the wheel opened the door.

A middle-aged man with a matted face was seen there.

"Mr is okay?" asked Farrell anxiously.

The man shook his head then looked one by one at the crowd nearby and said, "I'm fine, please forgive me for making a fuss."

The minor accident did not involve police because there were no casualties and no one reported it. The crowd was just busy with their phones, after their controlled situation dispersed in an orderly manner. Now only Farrel is left there.

The man moved about to get out of the car despite a slight grimace.

"Mother can stand?" ask Farrel.

The man nodded.

Farrel takes her to a roadside stall that happens to be not far from there. Farrel handed the man a bottle of mineral water.

"Thank you, son."

Farrel smiled then sat down next to the man, "Where do you live? Let me take you."

"No need, son, it'll be a hassle."

The man looked down while holding his chest.

"Mother why? Sick? Sick chest?" Farrel's anxiety was so obvious that the middle-aged man looked at him with an illegible look.

"No kid, this wasn't the accident. Something broke my heart as a father. Today it is a witness that I have failed to become a father. I failed to become the head of the family protecting his family members."

A clear liquid appeared in the corner of the middle-aged man's eyes. Farrel did not understand what the man was saying, but Farrel could understand the heavy burden the man was carrying.

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