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The Immaculate Love 55

“Mau Pray Magrib, Mas?

Sherin's question surprised Alarik who was trapped quietly on the balcony of the room, while taking a look at the foot of the orange sky in the distance.

Not immediately answered, Alarik still looked at Sherin whose face was wet by the water wudhu’, the water point was like a pearl sheen that made Sherin's beauty more radiated.

“Mas,” reprimands Sherin, because of the sight of Alarik who still remains silent.

“True first, Rin.”

“Good.” Sherin immediately turned around, with a perceived disappointment. His intention was to pray with his husband. It turned out that Alarik still did not want to be disturbed from his mind, who wandered. It may be heading for decades that have been missed.

Here Sherin is now, on a long expanse of prayer mats, among the rotating grains of prayer beads, in prayerful chanting and dhikr full of supplication. Trying to lay the soul completely in the lap of God's love. Because it is realized, that every matter and business, He Who Holds.

The woman had a smile of relief, when Alarick approached and performed the nearby Magrib Prayer. Sherin believed that if a servant kept his prayer, God would take care of him.

Even now Alarik is like a traveler who is lost and does not know the way home. Allah is Powerful to show Him the way.

There is still a glimmer of hope in Sherin for her husband to return, even though he has resigned, about whatever will happen later.

“Is there a solution Aresh provides, related to the problem in the factory?” ask Sherin. Now the two sit together in the lounge after performing Maghrib Prayer just now.

“Don't know, Aresh didn't say anything, he only asked for three days to finish everything.”

“Then, we'll wait, Mas. I believe he can,” Sherin said with confidence.

Alarik just nodded, and immediately took a sip of his drink, then let time slip by in silence. Sherin who was watching it carefully immediately said,” if you want to be alone, I go to the room first yes, Mas.”

“Ah, not Rin. Just sit down, papa. Indeed there was one thing that was very burdensome to my mind,” restless Alarik with a tired look.

“About your son?” guess Sherin.

Alarik nodded slowly.

“What, if forever he won't meet me?”

“Do not precede what has not happened, Mas.”

“We never know what will happen. Especially tomorrow or the day after. Guessing something that is beyond the reach of our power, it is just in vain, Mas,” said Sherin who made Alarik momentarily silent.

“Like you and me, Mas. Judging by your determination to remain faithful to your pain, predictably, our bond will end. But the real thing that will happen to us, it is known only by the Sovereign of Destiny.”

Alarik sighed softly, hearing everything his wife said flatly. The man seemed to have just realized, if his wife was rich in understanding. His soul is so strong in believing in the power of God.

“So does your son, right now, his heart hurts and cannot accept you, but tomorrow or the day after, no one knows. If God wills to change his feelings, in a second he can. True said Mas Rendi, you must ask the spaciousness of your son's heart to Allah.”

“Thank you, Sherin. My feeling became calm hearing your words,” said Alarik. “I really don't know in this kind of thing. I'm not a good servant of God,” he admitted again.

“It's not like that, Mas. It's just that you've been busy with yourself all along. You shut yourself off from other possibilities that could happen ... Sorry, Mas if I've talked too much,” break up Sherin. And their conversation was completely interrupted with a phone call on Sherin's cell phone lying on the table.

Maikolink, Sherin. This is aunt Firda

“Waalaikum greetings, Aunt. How are you?”

Alright, Alhamdulillah. Sherin aunt wants to ask. Is Quinsha playing to your house, now?

“Quinsha? There is no aunt. Where is he, Auntie?”

Quinsha hasn't come home until now. Usually at 2 pm he has come *from pedaj*r.

“can usually be delivered by Dimas, Auntie?”

mr. Dimas was told to go home first because there was still interest he said. But until now he has not come.

“Called, Auntie?”

The phone's off, son.

“Yes Allah, Quinsha. Where is he going? Auntie, I tried to ask Aura yes, maybe she knows Quinsha where.”

Yes, thank you, Sherin.

After the phone call with aunt Firda— her mother Quinsha— was cut off, Sherin immediately called Aura, to ask about Quinsha. And as a result, Aura also did not know, where the girl went. Panic strikes both. Especially after being contacted many times their best friend's number is indeed inactive.