At Dusk in a Small Town

Episode 116 Is That Fast You're Going

The twilight end carries a story about wounds.

They leave endless tears. Like a story about the life of Anajib and Dhea.

His second life is a journey full of twists and never get blessing in the household of both parents Anajib.

So loyal they keep their noble lineage.

But Amir who is no one can open the eyes of the heart of the ustadz with the blood of Amir the boss of his son-in-law who is willing to give

his blood to save the ustadz.

And now all is repeated again Amir also became a helper angel for the noble family.

All problems seem to be easy and quickly resolved by the existence of Amir.

When the hospital had trouble finding a blood donor for Anajib who lost too much blood during the accident.

It was Amir who donated his blood in order to save the loved ones of Dhea who was the only one who had reigned in the heart of Amir since the time of High School.

Man is capable only of effort but God

sometimes we want something other than what we want.

When the soulmate is no longer able to speak. Those eyes kept shut, there was nothing Dhea could do. Besides praying to the Power.

The face of the ustadz was agitated.

Amir tried to calm him down.

Steps to hunt the nurses

signifies they are required fast motion.

By looking at the scene, Dhea was increasingly afraid of her own mind.

Didn't want him to guess immediately ditepis all

worry there is. Dhea's legs are boneless

his body is like floating.

A doctor came out of the room where Anajib was

treated. And he asked the family of Anajib. Pak ustadz Abdul approached and Amir sparingly always accompanied the udtadz.

Dhea was increasingly afraid from the beginning only he and Amir were in the hospital but after reaching the hospital the father-in-law immediately called him.

"May Anajib get through his critical period."

Whisper Dhea in her prayer.

But unfortunately reality is not as beautiful as he hoped.

The world was dark when the doctor said, "sorry sir, I have tried everything possible, but God wills something else."

The earth that Dhea was soaring felt was spinning rapidly his soul as if flying with his soulmate. Dhea can't see anything.

His world was dark for a moment. His ears heard someone calling his name.

The voice of a man constantly calling him that hand seemed to rub the tip of his head.

And the other voice kept reminding Dhea to Istigfar Dhea kept trying to get to the voices that kept calling her.

When Dhea opened her eyes she saw the ustadz whose father-in-law was sitting so close to her.

The gaze of the eyes that are always staring sharply now changed his voice that always sounds firm now sounds raucous and always laid out.

"Let's go home and wipe your tears!"

So slow was his voice and his steps were clearly visible slightly drifting until Amir swept it away

towards car. Once the authority of Amir ordered Lily's mother to complete all the administration.

Sister Lily hugged Dhea's body tightly.

"There is nothing eternal in this world,

every living thing will return to the owner of the universe."

So did Lily's words in her advice for her.

Amir's luxury car finally pulled over in the yard of the joglo house. The large courtyard felt narrow

with the neighbors and friends of the ustadz to reward the single son and the proud son.

The ambulance was carrying the body of a loved one. Dhea tried hard though the truth

"Abi wake up abi....."

The voices of Syifa and Fatir kept calling out his ashes.

Dhea's tears collapsed with the cries of her children.

After the completion of the bathing process and save the soul mate was finally brought to the mosque. Devastated further shattered Dhea's heart all the memories of her childhood and times

which he passed with the man who was now lifeless.

I want it to feel like he's with her.

Not willing to let his heart go forever.

Anajib who usually imitate in every prayer is now in sholatan.

It was time for the body to be buried.

At the cemetery Syifa and Fatir are in the close embrace of the eyang kakung.

Not only Dhea the mother-in-law was not able to withstand the pills the body fell unconscious in the arms of the mother Lek Euis the brother-in-law of the ustadz.

It all goes by so quickly.

Like an endless dream difficult to understand but all real to face.

The tiny hands of Syifa and Fatir sprinkled flowers upon the vortex of the abi who had gone away for all eternity again the tears of Dhea spilled over the mound of red earth that was still wet.

Now there will be no more calls mas bojo when angry there is no splash of water wudhu when the senjanya. Laughter during the good times together

Anajib lives with memories of the place where he took ablution water in the mosque next to the joglo house.

"Tonight the sky looked cloudy, the stars were reluctant to look. Looks like the night sky knows exactly what Dhea's heart is feeling."

Fragile must be trying hard for both fruits

his heart is what Dhea did.

His heart felt slashed when Fatir asked

why abi left. Unlike again when Syifa the first child hugged him "umi do not be sad abi was already in heaven."

That Syifa sentence is so strong like a rock that challenges the rigors of the waves.

Dhea hugged her two children.

There was no more shoulder or chest for the cleavage to lean on for Dhea. But there is still a prayer mat where Dhea to prostrate against the creator.

A regret for the noble old man was already meaningless. Although they will give a thousand blessings, but the pride has gone.

To atone for the guilt and sin both parents have now promised to accept Dhea

I will love both of his grandchildren.

All stories are mysteries, as well as

love is destined to be a word without invisible things only felt.

So is the love between Dhea and Anajib.

Now only able to feel longed but unable to meet all just pseudo.

The wound was so painful that it scratched his heart.

Dhea was still trying hard to face the world.

Syifa and Fatirlah are a source of strength to live the days without the person he loves.

The soulmate is gone forever.

Dusk disappears even though never promised

dusk always comes again.

Unlike the wide laughter that goes and will not be possible to come back again.

Sincere prayer as sincere as love in his heart always dhea said to people who dare to fight for his love without caring about the title of priyayi attached to him never care about the blue blood flowing in his body.

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