CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Aalihi Sayyidina Muhammad

To fulfill the oath and duty of duty as a soldier of the Republic of Indonesia, who is able to maintain the security and safety of the nation and nation...

General Sudirman once said that...

And now the sentence adorns the yellow daisy bouquet that stands beside the Iqbal Dirgantara residence. As if transformed into two guards who spread a sharp sword that accompanied the departure of the Colonel Letnal.

But the house is now off guard, leaving only a few people who cleaned the chairs.

The Iqbal Dirgantara feeding ceremony was led by Air Force Air Base commander Halim Perdana Kusuma Marshal Amuni Hapitudin. With his full uniform he walked in front of a wooden crate that stored the body of Iqbal Dirgantara. Engraved the sentence of martyrdom on each side, with a garland of flowers on it. It seemed to shake the mind of every member of his family.

Arkha especially, stood next to the burrow using his first best uniform with a red beret perched on top of his head. Trying to stay strong and firm, but both of his eyes were crying. Her tears slid one - one when saluting.

Arkha took off his shoes after Marshal Amuni finished his speech. Jump into a hole with some friends Iqbal Dirgantara. The coffin hood was opened, and Dirga's corpse in the cafeteria was handed over to the burrow. Four TNI members are ready to hold every corner of the red and white flag to shade. Along with the firing squad that released three bullets into space. A final tribute to Iqbal Dirgantara whose frame was held tightly by Asha.

Azam was there, composing one by one bamboo that had been cut to the size to protect the body of Iqbal Dirgantara when tilted. The turmoil in him was so obvious, Azam wanted to sit quietly instead - instead of helping Dirga's funeral. Waiting for the man to rise from his death and bow down on both feet. Ask for forgiveness for mistakes he never intentionally made. Azam did not understand that just holding a weapon could cause one's death.

Father of his wife...

Arkha's hoarse voice when echoing the Adhan is so striking. Azam closed his eyes, rising above the burrow when his work was done. Together with Arka, they equally grabbed the hoe.

"Let me do it"

Azam patted Arkha on the shoulder, but his brother-in-law would not let go of his hoe and again threw the ground into his burrow.

Lettu Pandjaitan helped Arkha walk after his task was completed. Whispering with sympathy.

"There's no need to force yourself Arkha, I know your father must be proud of you. You gave your best in life".

Arkha complies and stands beside Asha and his mother, while Fahmi guards by holding Hanifa's arm.

"Did Aa' ask Papa? Why did he leave us so badly?"

Asha asked softly, her tears drenching her brother's sky blue uniform.

Arkha smiled sadly as she kissed Asha's head.

"Hm"

He murmured in response.

"Then what did he say?"

Arkha rubbed the Dirga picture frame gently.

"Our Colonel is tired of boarding planes, saying he wants to rest in a better place than the world, more eternal happiness, more beautiful and friendly inhabitants. Much more important, Asha. That God has outlined, Papa returns just today. God has completed Papa's service, ending his journey to make a new journey".

Asha grew sobbing hearing the sentence after sentence of her brother.

"We're going to see Papa again, right A'?"

Arkha.

"God willing, Asha. Papa's departure is like riding a sailboat alone. One day, I don't know when. Me, you and Mama will board each other's ships, and together we will meet at the port. To be a whole family again. Now all we have to do is help Papa with the do'a to sail safely. Where the eternal heaven awaits with the door open"

"Aammiiinn"

"Remove your tears Asha, be firm before Papa's belly button"

The word Arkah, pulling the shoulder of Asha to get closer to the tomb of Iqbal Dirgantara.

After the do'a reading from Kiyai Lathif was completed, he placed the Dirga frame on top of his grave along with a bouquet of white roses. Dirga's handsome and dashing face when young was clearly drawn there, firmly without a smile.

Fahmi is next to Arkha, as devastated as his cousin. For the second time he lost his father. The mosquito in his heart can not evaporate just like that, Although he is only an adopted child from Bahar but the services of Bahar can not be denied. The rise of Shamsudin Bahar's evil makes his heart even more torn when he gets the fact that Bahar is a sworn enemy of Igbal Dirgantara.

"How's your heart, Cousin? Mine's falling apart"

Fahmi's elbow to his silent male cousin looked at Asha sowing flowers.

Arkha smiled bitterly.

Amidst the silence of family members, the voices of people talking in the back suddenly disappeared. All are replaced with the silence created, then kasak kusuk appear.

Azam was curious, wanting to check the situation there that might require the family to take care of it. But his intention was not immediately when he saw five police officers enter the cemetery.

The first Arkha approached them, the officers saluting the Colonel's eldest son. Shake hands with each other while saying condolences. He spoke his purpose in the middle of the funeral.

"We are looking for the whereabouts of Khairul Azam's brother"

Azam stood up and strode softly to the side of Arkha.

"I am Khairul Azam"

He said firmly, his firmness was like a rock. Azam obviously did not want to cause the slightest commotion.

The commander showed me a file.

"A warrant for the arrest of Khairul Azam's brother on charges of shooting Letnal Colonel Iqbal Dirgantara using SS1-M1 firearms. With respect we'll take you for interrogation"

Asha was stunned, standing perfectly. Leaving the yasin book beside the Dirga frame at once left Hanifah. Her eyes were red and swollen from morning.

Azam was silent, not fighting. The man let the officer handcuff his hands. Asha stood beside him, clasping his hands.

"Wait first! What is this, sir? Sorry sir, but Khairul Azam is my husband! He couldn't__shoot my Papa. Papa's colleague had already entered the search report, but it couldn't have been my husband. It doesn't make sense!"

Azam let go of Asha, pushing Asha's shoulder a little further away.

"Let them take me"

Arkha looked at Azam with mixed feelings. Resisting wonder, anger and then shuffling hair.

"What - what the fuck are you bastards! Tell me you didn't do it!!!"

Maki-in-law is weak, the death of Iqbal Dirgantara is enough to make it chaotic lest this incident make it out of control.

Azam did not reply, looking at Arkha flatly. Arkha rubbed his face before the swab turned into a fist that rained down on Azam's face.

"O Allah Aa'..."

Asha screamed, banishing Arkha from beating Azam again.

"Arkha! Relax.relax..."

Fahmi ran over.

"Your scoundrel Khairul Azam! What are you looking for in my family? You want to finish off my family because you're Shamsudin Bahar's son?"

Asha's eyelids widened, thinking that maybe Arkha was suddenly insane with emotion.

"You want to stand there and protect her, Asha? Oh, I know you're so excited because you could marry him your little date? Congratulations, you managed to invite in our family's killing machine".

Asha stared alternately, Azam and Arkha. What is the Wiratama Panji? So shocked. Isn't that like a fantasy.

"Where is it possible?"

Asha retreats.

"A's gotta be kidding?"

"You think I dare to joke in front of Papa's grave?"

The police commander stepped up to calm Arkha down.

"We will take care according to the procedure, please remain calm"

While the four other police members herded Azam past the people who witnessed. No one thought, Iqbal Dirgantara was killed by his own son-in-law.

Asha felt that her bones had been lolosi, had no energy. His head was heavy and cuddled - a great firefly, then the garden of the hero's tomb turned dark.

Support Azam what is Asha yes....?😚