At Dusk in a Small Town

Episode 87 Don't Worry

Don't worry too much about doing what you can, all leave it to God, Lord of the Worlds.

The Lord (who preserves) the heavens and the earth and what is between them if you are believers. (QS. 44: 7)

A white scoppy motor splits the asphalt road, the link between the small town and Jogja where Dhea works, departs early in the morning and goes home late in the afternoon. All the Dhea did for the sake of collecting sustenance, armed with a belief God always guard it.

"This twilight bojo I miss you so much."

Inner Dhea about resisting longing in people who are studying far away in the land of people.

I don't feel like the motor has entered the platform.

"Nil..."

Syifa's voice greeted him.

Dhea got off her bike, after standardizing

the bike, he took off his helmet.

Then Dhea spread her hands.

Welcoming Syifa who ran towards him.

"Assalamualaik."

Sapa Dhea on bu ustadz while salim.

"Wallaikumsalam.."

He answered, and went into the house, followed by Dhea with Syifa.

Arriving in the room, Syifa asked to be taken

photo posted on the wall of the room.

"Umi.., that's abi take!"

Syifa stood facing the wall, her head held high as her hands reached out

photo posted on the wall.

Without a second thought Dhea obeyed her son's will. Dhea gave the photo to Syifa who was sitting on the bed.

"Abi.., when's home?"

Now Syifa hugged the photo with her small hands

rubbing a photo of his ashes.

Dhea left Syifa alone in the room because she

would shower.

"Honey, umi take a shower first, Syifa is quietly in the room!"

Dhea told her son before going to the bathroom.

Syifa just nodded.

And keep staring at the photo of Anajib.

Seeing Dhea going to take a bath, the ustadz mother chose to accompany Syifa in the room.

Ustadz stopped his steps.

Faintly bu ustadz heard no chatter.

"That's Syifa's voice, who's she talking to?"

Ustadz stepped in, thinking.

Curious to see Syifa hugging something.

Now his steps are held back not wanting to disturb

Syifa is speaking.

"Dad, when's home?"

"Abiiii..quickly go home..!"

Syifa sounded crying.

I could not bear to see Syifa calling her ashes.

Now ma'am ustadz is approaching Syifa.

"Darling, why?"

His whispers calmed Syifa.

Seeing Syifa's hand hugging Anajib's photo.

He was not surprised, because Syifa yearya photos of Anajib was a photo of his ashes.Because since Syifa baby Dhea always introduced the photo was his ashes to Syifa.

"When does abi come home?"

Now Syifa started fussing, and kept calling her ashes.

Heard Syifa screaming for abi.

Dhea hurriedly stepped towards the room.

Arriving at the room, Syifa had started to calm down.

This time the ustadz intervened in Syifa's car, and was carried out of the room.

"Dhee, can I ask you a question?"

Now he sat down on the edge of the bed and began to ask .

"How honest is your relationship with mas bojo?"

The voice was indeed slow but it was enough to make Dhea shocked. Silence has no answer.

"You must know your home or residence, your father will seek and clarify your status." Said bu ustadz.

Finally he decided to leave the room.

Now Dhea chose to contact her bojo mas.

Anajib's contact number is directly connected.

"Assalamualaikum, Ami."

"Valayatsallamwarahmatullah..."

"How are you, mumi, where's little angel abi?"

Anajib's voice asked for news.

"Syifa is fussy, nanyain abi continues, and the mother asked us instead about our relationship, you have to answer what

if my father asks?"

"Just answer me mas bojo umi is in college."

The conversation was not over, it was suddenly interrupted.

"Astagfirullah, the basic jail is relapsing."

Complain Dhea while staring at her phone.

In the country of people, in the house of Ustadz Sanusi his room Anajib was also upset.

"God old habits that have not been lost surely you forget to ngisi power, mummy nagging Anajib with gemesss.

Dhea then opted out of the room and she was seen

Syifa looked calm.

And the gun is approaching.

The noble family is ready to leave, to the mosque.

for praying.

After the masjjd Dhea helped Pak ustad's wife prepare dinner.

Everyone sat at the dining table.

The wife of the ustadz scoops rice for pak usatad. The new Dhea scoops the rice and she chooses

nyuapi Syifa, she recently ate.

Finish eating Dhea tidying the dining table, and washing the dishes.

Seeing Syifa looking at the TV, Dhea chose to enter the room. And Dhea straightened her legs.Dhea grabbed

Anajib's picture is still on the bed.

"The saddest thing is to miss someone who cannot be touched."

It turned out that Dhea felt the longing that Syifa felt.

The saddest miss.

And there were no tears Dhea fell down

anajib's picture in his arms.

Suddenly the phone on the room table shook.

Drettt drewtt

Dhea immediately raised her Mobile call.

"AssalamualIkum, lily greeted from sebrang.

"Walaikumsalam, what's wrong?"

Dhea asked in surprise, Tumben mbak Lily night-night phone.

"Dhe.., tomorrow don't get bad luck, boss sir

usually come early."

"Because boss, it seems like you've been fascinated by your work."

And the phone disconnected.

Dhea continued to look at the faces of loved ones.

"Bodo ama with the boss sir."

Whispered Dhea's heart, because of the first impression faced with her Dhea felt not considered.

Dhea chose to leave the room.

Syifa was asleep in front of the TV.

"Sorry ma'am, want to move Syifa" Dhea said to the wife of the ustad who nemeni Syifa.

"Yes there." he answered.

And Dhea fell asleep with Syifa and a picture of Anajib.

In prayer, let yourself go far for now.

For the sake of holy ideals.

For your conscience, see you next day.

For abi,umi and Syifa to meet again.

And finally Dheapun fell asleep hugging Syifa and a picture of Anajib.

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