Black Room

Hereafter

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The world is just a life full of theatrics. Hereafter is the real life.

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Man is the most perfect creation of God. Living things are given the sense and feeling to live life. A life? How do we define life. What do you think about life after death?

The world is too ambiguous for humans to understand. That is why religion was born as a guide to life. Religion is a belief. A strong belief that humans are created beings. The universe, life, spirit, all that exists on this earth is a gift from-What we call God. There are seven religions in history with different names of God and teachings. But all religions justify it; there will be a doomsday as a sign of the end of life in the world. Only the unbelievers (Jews) do not believe in the end of the world.

"You must never lose faith. To any extent you disappear. You remember where you're going home. Believe, Son. The afterlife is real life. This world is just a joke" Mother said last night as we talked.

Last night, after I was practicing ball. Maghrib came from mushola. At the dinner table, the mother told me about the father who turned out to be married again, it was strange news, in fact the divorce papers had not come out. But I dared to ask my mother for permission. The father who said to his mother by phone. The father blatantly confessed that he had been with the woman for two years. Very painful thing. Mom said dad was lost. I don't know, I hate to tell you about Dad. I just accept mother's prayer. May he always be in the mercy of Allah. Mother was patient, she chose to forgive so that she could make peace with herself. But I hate my father with his stubbornness. You're right to say you're selfish. Even with himself he is selfish. Mother said he was willing to pawn his faith with things that were in vain. You have neglected your responsibilities as the head of the family. As the pantun says "Fruit falls not far from the tree" So don't blame the child if you don't pray, if you don't pray?

I justify mother, it does not mean I blame father completely. In every quarrel, it was the mother who always began to attack the father with words. Even just because of a small problem, a mother's carelessness can make it big. But finally I mafhum, mother deliberately provoked emotions with trivial problems, then vaped with great anger. You lost a lot, what you were talking about was right. The father is an Islamic ID card, a person who has an Islamic status but lives a life like a Jew, who deliberately leaves prayer as an obligation of Muslims. And pasrah. Accepting his defeat in silence. Then leave when the mother still continues to babble.

"Mothers sad. He broke his own vow. He betrayed the marriage with lies. But I don't want to get in the grief. Perhaps, this is the destiny outlined to mother. I want to make peace with my own mother. That's why I chose to forgive your father"

I was still stunned. My eyes glazed. Haru and proudly filled my chest. Haru because the father hurt the mother and a sense of pride in mothers who choose to forgive. What is vengeful for? Just torturing yourself.

"Mom believe. Heaven and hell exist. We'll end up there. Life is just a matter of waiting for death to come. Strangely enough, we died to live again. But you have to believe. The afterlife is real. We're going home. That is eternal life. This world is just a journey before death. And see how many people are lost. Like father. Nauuzubillah min zalik" Mother said, asking forgiveness for what she said.

"You don't want to be like your father, so pray from now on. So that you're not old like your father" said the mother and ended the conversation that night. I remember that blurry Sunday night story. To be honest, that night felt sad with the new feeling I felt. But the pleasure was not comparable, my prestige was rising, I swallowed a bitter folly. My virgin was taken by a girl of widow taste. Damnit.

I broke up with Annisa. Last night, after hearing an untitled lecture from mom, I asked to break up with annisa.

"Well, tell the truth. But annisa don't be mad"

"Promise not to be angry"

"What was it?"

"Abang is afraid nisa is angry. But brother wants to be honest. Brother wants to break up. I can love nisa. Brother tried"

"Which why? How do you suddenly ask to break up?"

"Does just want to be honest. Brother just wants to break up"

Annisa just saw and didn't reply to my message. I also no longer want to say anything. Is he angry? It's up to me to break up.

This morning when I woke up. My BB notification light is on red sign bbm messages are coming in. Annisa accepted my request to break up.

"Yaudah, if that's the best according to brother. Lagian nisa also feels really good, but my brother does not fully use the feeling. But yes maybe love can not be forced" Nisa's message 43 minutes ago. I smile in the morning.

"We are victorious" Reply.

"Against school with nisa?"

"Hmp, don't do it. Bring a motor later"

"Come for the last time" replied annisa.

I left with Annisa at school. But not as a lover anymore. Only the ex-friends return. And it looks like I'm also going home with annisa this afternoon.