Brotherhood Idaman

Part 47's

[Running from Problems? ]

In the car the two looked like two strangers who didn't talk much.

Laiqa looked at her husband with an outfit she felt she had just seen. Dark ash t-shirt suit, black jeans and flannel shirt box which is dominated by red and ash. I wanted to praise her husband today, but the mouth was a bit of a hunch because of the rejection - the little rejection that I had no idea what was at home.

They arrived at the hospital without speaking.

Arriving in front of Ka Azqila's room. The boisterous voice of the child began to sound.

Today it is indeed iftadz Salman there is an important event that feels unable to bring children.

Meanwhile, Syamil stopped his steps to make Laiqa confused.

"I'm sorry I can only get you here." Said Syamil coldly.

"But that.."

Laiqa felt confused at the change of her husband's heart.

"I'll pick you up at 4pm, help the ones who need help. I have a sudden business."

Laiqa kissed the hand of her husband who then rushed away without saying anything more.

I don't think he could ask any further questions. A wife's instinct of obedience, and feelings of fear predominate. Deep in her heart she was so afraid that she had made a fatal mistake that could make her husband turn out like this.

Meanwhile, Syamil immediately drove his car quickly leaving the hospital parking lot.

He continued to drive deftly in the rush hour of the highway, occasionally stopping but not the slightest alert attitude disappeared into more relaxed when the car wheels stopped.

Until the toll gate he took an unexpected path. He continued to accelerate at high speed towards Bogor, where many green hills and where he had studied first at Junior High level. The mood turned cold reflected in his pupils, several tear-filled spheres did not noticeably fall from his eyes. He rubbed it aloud, and continued to drive even faster.

Sometimes choosing to go far when there is a problem is not because we do not want to take responsibility and run away from the problem. We just need more space than usual. It takes more energy than usual to be able to find solutions, to be able to solve all problems with a cold head, with a heart that has been healed by the circumstances when we run. Meet the things that make us happy, feel the sweet things that make us have more energy to prepare to be ready again, and finish everything that is not finished.

We need to recite ourselves for a moment. Make it more special than usual, so we believe, that we are able to solve everything.

Put him in a tomb so beautiful surrounded by hills. It just appeared on the wall and was planted with Japanese grass. He fell down there, kissing the tombstone while crying in the heart.

"Abi ..."

"How are you .."

"I don't think I can hold on anymore.."

Syamil looked around after wiping his tears. It turned out that the cool air, the beautiful trees lined up, and the expanse of green grass could not also comfort his heart.

He prayed for his late father who always managed to strengthen him first every time he wanted to give up something.

He then told his grievances to the tombstone.

Until an old man in white box clothes and black mountain pants came up to him.

"It is not good to complain of anger at people who have died." he made Syamil suddenly stood up and was surprised to find people he knew so well.

It was Mr. Kosim, his brother's friend who was now looking at his reddened eyes typical of people who had finished crying, or rather angry.

"Sir Kosim.." Syamil kissed the back of the hand that was full of wrinkles.

"Why is your father here?" Ask Syamil. Mr. Kosim smiled.

"I have just visited the late Haji sir." said Mr. Kosim who meant none other than his late brother.

"Just about to go home but on the way to see you walk quickly towards here without seeing me. I finally noticed you from afar.."

Syamil looked down.

"Look come with you, not long ago I opened a business around here. We had lunch together. You like green mussels, right?"

Shamil was flabbergasted, he felt bad and amazed by Mr. Kosim who had dared to open a business.

"God willing.There really are green shells sir?" Syamil tried to melt the atmosphere.

"Yes right, there are even sweet sour shrimp, there are grilled fish, and the favorite sauce of the deceased is also there. Complete, I.indeed make this business because it was inspired by Pak Haji."

Syamil tried to follow in Mr. Kosim's footsteps, while asking "his intention was inspired how sir?"

"In the past, Mr. Haji accidentally liked to taste his wife's cooking, he said it tastes very good, he suggested we sell it. We finally opened a small catering service. At that time also Mr. Haji gave two goats for our family to start a business again, the beginning of the beginning was very difficult, but over time the goats began to breed until we could buy land here, but over time the goats began to breed until we could buy land here, and offer our catering at the boarding school where you used to study. From there we save the results of the catering business, the business of selling goats to become this restaurant.." Mr. Kosim pointed to his restaurant not far from the cemetery parking lot.

His eyes looked glassy, he seemed very grateful.

Syamil noticed the restaurant that read Saung Tepi Bukit, with the concept of neatly arranged lesehan decorated with many colorful lanterns and flowers and ornamental plants.

They also eat together, with food that tastes very indulgent tongue, while continuing to listen to Mr. Kosim's story about so much good that his deceased brother had done in life.

Until the end of the meal Syamil asked how much he had to pay for a lot of very delicious food.

"So ..how is everything sir? It's all so delicious Alhamdulillah.."

"O gausah.take this as entertainment so you don't feel sad anymore"

Shamil flabbergasted while shaking "oh.gabisa like this sir I'm not good.nation until it's over as good as.."

"It's okay, it's intentional that you're strong"

Syamil clucked in disbelief, he could not stop smiling and feeling unwell.

As he was about to salim after thanking, Mr. Kosim then grasped both hands. "Remember, there is no problem that there is no solution." said Mr. Kosim gripped and looked at him straight.

"Solve all problems with a cold head." Said Mr. Kosim again.

Now that Syamil nodded then lowered his head, he felt that he had a little something that would be the reason for maintaining this marriage.

"Well.thank you for the advice sir ..I'm sorry"

Mr. Kosim nodded then rubbed his shoulders.

"You guys are so similar, I'm so much missed the deceased.be careful on the road, don't drive with emotional overflow..."

Syamil gulped, breathed and nodded surely. He then bailed in his car, driving the car with a more stable feeling, with the brain constantly thinking about the next plans.

***

Syamil has arrived at the hospital. He stopped his steps to open the door when the talk of wife ustadz Salman made him stunned. The very disturbing reality about Ahsan who also had a taste for his wife made him undo the intention to go inside.

He quickly stepped onto the administrative desk.

"Pardon the patient on behalf of Ahsan Abdul Aziz in what room number?" Ask Syamil later.

"Sorry for the patient on behalf of Ahsan Abdul Aziz has not yet started his clock.."

"Oh so.. suppose - guess when can be visited?" Ask Syamil.

"About an hour from now, sir.."

"Good thanks.."

Syamil returned to the parking lot and drove his car to a place.

This matter really had to be resolved before they went to Medina. Because he hates things that disturb his focus.

He wanted to end all of this soon and nothing else could unsettle his heart.

Finally he arrived at a large modern fruit shop. He immediately came down and rushed in.

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