Bismillah I Chose You

Bismillah I Chose You
Part 9 | Try Sincere



بِسْمِ اللّٰهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْم


"The sense of loss must exist and will imprint in the chest cavity. Nothing can remove it but sincerity that boils down to the soul."


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Shandra's warm welcome came when she had just arrived at Siska's residence. Hugs full of longing also he got from the friend. I don't think he wants the moment as it is now to be missed. It will be certain that all day this time the two girls will spend together.


"Now Shandra Tea bring euy bodyguards." Temptation that Shandra get from Shakira who is the sister of her best friend.


"Body guard and driver," added Farhan who makes the rest of the house laugh cheerfully, except Shandra who only displays a little singed.


"You guys continue the edition of Auntie's kangen going to the back first. Come Shakira," said Ratih who was replied by nods by the three young men.


"How are you?" shandra asked the friend who was sitting next to her.


"Alhamdulillah, you?" sahut Siska with both corners of her lips perfectly raised.


"As you can see," Shandra replied presumably, she did not want to tell her condition that had dropped a few days ago.


Ratih comes with a tray full of some typical rustic food. And Shakira tailed behind with a few drinks. "Talking pending first, mending eat first this. Sorry to hear," said Ratih when everything he brought was neatly stored on the table.


"Thank you, this Aunt is more than enough," Shandra said with a friendly smile. He already considered Ratih to be his own mother. Ah, it feels like the shadow of the mother always accompanies.


"Thank you, Tan. Sorry to be such a hassle" said Farhan opening his voice.


"Don't hesitate if it's here. Consider it your own home," said Ratih. He stared in disbelief at the male figure before him. Never imagined in his mind that Shandra, the friend of his eldest daughter will be paired with Farhan who is his neighbor first.


Farhan simply smiled knots and nodded slowly. "Yes, Tan."


"Where is the good news yet?" tanya Ratih teases Farhan and Shandra.


"We're fine, Auntie," said Shandra, who thought Ratih was asking about her and her husband's news.


Ratih and Siska exchanged glances and smiled meaningfully looking at Shandra and Farhan alternately. "You're still the same, Shan there's no change. It turns out that marriage has no effect" Siska said with a crisp laugh at the end.


"Why talk about marriage? It has nothing to do with it at all" Shandra said, then drank the green syrup.


Farhan who understood the direction of Ratih and Siska's conversation was only able to remain silent and tried to refrain from spouting his laughter. Moreover, seeing the expression of the wife's face that looks so clumsy plates.


"Teh Shandra mah innocence. I mean Siska Tea...." Shakira continued her words in a whisper right beside Shandra's ear.


Shandra was silent for a while to digest the word-for-word that Shakira was whispering. His expressionless flat face was growing flatter. "Your mind is too far away, Shakira. Better study there," Shandra pushed.


"Sorry Shakira well, Shan," said Ratih. Shakira and Shandra often joke every time they meet. However, the joke of her youngest daughter was a little outrageous to make Shandra put on a facial expression like that.


Shandra just nodded. "It's okay, Tan. Maybe I'm the one who takes too much notice."


"This is what, Tan was delicious as well," said Farhan broke the silence and threw away the awkwardness that is now being struck.


"It's a tea called awug, the basic ingredient of rice flour and brown sugar, too" tell Ratih.


Farhan only the mangosteen heard Ratih's explanation. He enjoyed the food in front of his eyes.


"How are your parents, Shan?" ask Ratih.


Shandra looked down with mixed feelings. It was very difficult to reveal the truth that had befallen him. Farhan, who realized the change in his wife, was only able to remain silent and look at him with pity. The pain was still very visible from both eyes of his wife.


"Now isn't it?" ratih said confused when he never heard the answer from his interlocutor.


Shandra looked up and looked at Ratih who was also looking at her in astonishment. He exhaled heavily and glanced at the husband who looked a little nodding and a small smile. "I'm sorry before, Aunt, Siska I didn't tell you guys...."


"Why am I even sorry?" cut Siska was so impatient to hear the continuation of her best friend's story.


"Mamah and Papah had an accident that resulted in Mamah losing his life and Papah experiencing total paralysis" Shandra explained with a slightly shaking voice. As much as possible she held back her cries so as not to spill in front of Ratih and Siska.


How surprised the pair of children and the mother, the fact is very difficult for both to believe. Siska who was sitting next to Shandra hugged her best friend's body that looked more thin. Without saying much and not saying condolences Siska stroked slowly the back of the friend. He had also felt the same way as his best friend, what Shandra needed now was support instead of condolences.


"Why don't you tell me here, Shan?" That question was Trained to throw when the hug between Shandra and Siska came off.


"Condition Shandra drop, Aunt. The focus of the big family at that time was only focused on the healing of Papah Rahman and also Shandra," Farhan explained.


Ratih nodded. "Ikhlas, it's all, son. This has become the destiny of Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala," he said giving understanding.


The ultimate goal of human life is death. The world is just a stopping place. For far ahead God has prepared such a wonderful and marvelous place, the Hereafter.


"How is Om Rahman doing now?" siska asked so curiously.


"Alhamdulillah, it's better than before" replied Shandra with a little twitch. He must be strong and strong, this is a form of God's love for him. Tests to measure his faith and devotion.


Ratih saw the proud figure of Shandra who did not show her sadness and pain in front of many people. Although it is undeniable that the sense of loss and emptiness is so strong that it gnaws at him.


▪To be continue▪