Asiyah End Times

Deg

Waiting for a certainty without effort is like hoping to be full without eating. Doing something that leads to futility.

Asiyah could have run from the problem she was facing, but not from reality.

So did Mr. Joints. Which escape could bring him down with all the trouble he created himself? There's none.

They wait for each other. Survive their respective positions.

But it is not possible if you have to maintain this situation for a long time. Like planting a time bomb, which will eventually explode as well.

A circle of compromise must be implemented immediately. So that a solution can be immediately met with termination.

Mr. Jendi sent the location of their meeting later to Caca. To make a long overdue compromise.

Blumm.. WA Caca reads.

"Assalamu'alaykum Ca, we will meet here only yes, at night, ba'da isya, so it can be better to talk," said the message from Mr. Jendi.

"Wa'alaykumussalam, well sir, what day?" Caca replied.

"Saturday night," replied Mr. Jendi.

"Okay, I'll wait for you tomorrow Ca, assalamu'alaykum," continued Mr. Jendi, ending a short conversation tonight.

"Wa'alaykumussalam, well sir, I'll arrange everything later" replied Caca.

It seems that this meeting will actually happen. Just two nights they reached home, and it turns out the news from Mr. Jendi was present to convince their minds.

Caca approached Asiyah to inform her about her conversation with Mr. Jendi just now through WA.

Tookk.. "Sir.." call Caca from the door of Asiyah's room.

Ceklekk. Asiyah opened the door of her room. Asiyah just finished teaching ba'da isya earlier, continued the sunnah prayer two rakaatnya along with the witirnya. Mukena was still on her body.

"What's the Ca?" tanya Asiyah immediately opened the door and saw Caca's face

"Pak Jendi sent the location of our meeting for Saturday night tomorrow Ma'am," explained Caca.

"Alhamdulillah, you just arrange everything yes, hopefully there is a meeting point at tomorrow's meeting," Asiyah hoped.

"Yes Ma'am, aamiin, yes I've returned to the room again Ma'am" said Caca.

"Aamiin. aamiin ya robbal'alamin, yes already, rest again yes, I also want to continue to sleep," explained Asiyah.

Asiyah returned to her room.

"Hhhhhhhhh, hopefully tomorrow Mr. Jendi will provide the best solution for me, please servant to Allah, aamiin," Asiyah muttered to herself in her room while cleaning her face and alphabet.

Putting his body in that luxurious soft mattress. Asiyah laid her body to the right. Reading prayer before going to sleep. Sighs his breath lightly. Slowly both of Asiyah's eyelids covered her two beautiful eyeballs. Asiyah slept in her sleep.

A few hours passed.

In front of the mirror shower faucet, Asiyah washed her face, for a few seconds staring at the reflection of her face reflection in the mirror. Asiyah sighed. Asiyah looked nervous about welcoming tomorrow. The day of the decision between him and Mr. Jendi.

Asiyah established the prayer of repentance, which continued with the prayer of tahajud.

In the third tonight back do'a promised by him.

"...O Allah, O Rahman, O Mercy, to You is the place where the servant asks, to You is the place where the servant asks for help, O Allah, the servant surrenders to You, about the anxiety that is in the heart of the servant, give the servant the best way out of the problems that the servant is facing, please, God, this is the limit of the ability of the servant in dealing with everything, tomorrow morning I will meet with Mr. Jendi, I ask Allah, give way to our meeting tomorrow, ease all the way, O Allah, O Allah, if it is not the sustenance of the servant in this film that is being worked on, then give the servant an easy way to release it, O Allah, make the heart of the sincere and sincere servant in accepting all Your provisions and give his substitute servant with a much better thing, rabbana atina fiddunya hasanah wa fil endoti hasanah waqina 'adzabannar, allahumma sholli ‘ala Muhammad wa ‘ala ali Muhammad, aamiin ya robbal'alamin..."

Such is the passage of the do'a that Asiyah proposes tonight to Allah. Putting both his hands together. Ask and plead with God with all his heart.

Asiyah shed tears of her inability to deal with this matter. Unstoppable again the surging waves within his chest. Tears that had been buried, finally spilled too, at the best time and place. Complain to Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala in one third of the night.

Waiting for dawn to arrive. Asiyah spent her time busy saying tahlil, tahmid, takbir, istighfar and tasbih sentences in turn.

Allahu akbar.. Allahu Akbar heard the sound of Adhan piercing the walls of his room. Asiyah paused for a moment from all her activities.

Not long. The dawn sunnah prayer was re-established by Asiyah, which continued with its obligatory dawn prayer.

The sun is starting to rise.

Asiyah looked a little relieved after she had been honoured with Allah in the last third of the night.

Readiness began to emerge from within him with full energy to face the world today. Especially if only to face Mr. Jendi, is something very very trivial.

Asiyah walked to the balcony of her room which was on the top floor of her house.

Yes Asiyah house is designed on the second floor. Especially Asiyah's room is indeed made a spacious room, well next to her room is a special room of her assistants' rooms and also other rooms where Asiyah is active.

So indeed the second floor was made specifically for activities related to Asiyah. Except for the rooms of his male staff, such as Mr. Nomo, they were all placed in the lower floor rooms. So that you can all stand guard inside and outside the house, count to help the work of CCTV in his house.

With long pajamas and a veil wrapped around her body, it was customary for Asiyah to do this every morning.

As a form of gratitude to God because it is still given health and perfection in the opportunity to breathe every day. It is an infinite gift that God gives free of charge to each of His servants.

"Hhhmmmm, Allah, Alhamdulillah" said Asiyah, breathing the cool air that surrounded her this morning with a smile of grace.

On the lower floor of his house, the activity had started from dawn. In the sacred room where the creation of substances that can fill the stomach of this luxury house. The kitchen.

Umi was ready to make breakfast for them, assisted by several household assistants. This morning Umi special also directly intervened because he wanted to make fried rice special Asiyah's favorite.

Asiyah, who smelled the smell of Umi's cooking, followed the direction of the delicious aroma that picked her up to the room.

Asiyah walked.

Down the stairs of his luxurious and large house.

Asiyah arrived at the dining table that had been arranged on it various breakfasts. But his eyes only focused on one dish. Simple salty fried rice made by Umi. With eggs and red onion alone. So much fun.

This morning full of blessings for Asiyah, her heart found calm and her tongue will soon be spoiled with rice of her favorite people, maa shaa Allah..