CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Bismilbornrahmaa Nirrahiim

Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad

The courtroom was hot, not because of the weather but because of the curse and the mockery of the left right in Azam's hearing.

Azam did not mind if his hooded wife did not watch. Watching him as a patient, accused shooter Iqbal Dirgantara to death. The woman's tender heart must have been hurt, Azam had injured her so deeply. Azam could not look at Asha for a second when the trial was finally started.

"SS1-M1 firearms weighing 4.01 kg and 997 mm in length along with an effective firing range of 450. The type of automatic carbines has been found in the warehouse of Syamsudin Bahar at 04.21 in the morning. Identified as a firearm used to shoot Lieutenant Colonel Iqbal Dirgantara. Do you justify the existence of such weapons?"

Azam glanced at the cursed firearm that the officer showed, unconsciously gripping his own two palms.

"Yes,"

Steady leg.

Then the two judges showed a brown envelope to the entire audience that afternoon and took out the contents. Something that worried Azam very much, the man closed his eyes. We all know that people on Earth have the same fingerprints. The end of life, that result will lead him to hell.

A piece of paper in the bag.

"Team Forensics has formulated a fingerprint pattern on the same palm, right and left on the weapon. Using the science of dactyloscopy, fingerprints are declared identical if they have the same 12 points in the finger segment"

Azam nodded, the judge continued.

"As you can see for yourself brother Khairul Azam, your fingerprints are identical to those on SS1-M1 weapons. Do you acknowledge the shooting charges against Lieutenant Colonel Iqbal Dirgantara?"

Asha's shadow went back and forth in his mind, Azam braced himself. Without blinking from the judge's eyes, Azam replied that he was saying kabul ijab.

"Yes"

The people in the trial stood up, pointing at Azam's face with insults, insults and blasphemies. Kira - what do you think Asha is doing back there? Did he do the same? The judge was forced to scream to quell the commotion.

"Please calm down"

The thunder, read a sheet - a sheet of paper.

"The accused Khairul Azam has confessed to the crime, the attempted murder using a long-barreled weapon. The motive for the shooting is known as revenge planning. Then according to the Law of the Republic of Indonesia year__ ensnared layered article of planning and direct execution, with a maximum penalty___!"

Knock the judge's hammer resonated 3 times, the trial was finally over. Establish Azam as the main suspect, as well as being sentenced to imprisonment.

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The rain had fallen, and he was awake from sleep. Wandering and crossing hills and rice fields. Swimming in a distant meadow.like there, Asha wants to climb a steep slope while seeing the choppy greenery on its verdant expanse. For Asha wanted to take away her sorrow, to spend her tears on the grass. The courtyard of the palm tree house was no longer warm, only setting aside the fog soaring high.

Asha contemplates himself, that this is a world that no one can possibly be perfect in. Roses have thorns, let alone humans. Asha is too self-absorbed to creatures, but then there should be something else made shield to prepare, namely the bitterness of disappointment.

Hownot? Like leaning against the shadow of the wall, there is only the fall and fall of us. The question now arises, where does God? Perhaps today Asha has called His asthma hundreds of times, yet he has forgotten His power?

Disappointment sometimes gives a human emptiness, but would not without emptying there be no filling? May Asha be the owner of a heart that always thinks well of Allah, the master of his destiny so beautifully.

Although now adrift - udder in the middle of a sea of vinegar. It's okay, Asha will face it with open eyes. The only hope is that there will be no more tears coming from her.

The sound of male footsteps, Asha looked up to see Arkha Dirgantara herding her suitcase. So Asha stood up and hugged the brother who looked more rigid, feeling the comfort of protection from siblings.

"I don't understand why he hurt me? Why would he want to end my love for her? Why would he want me to leave this house without saying?"

Asha sniffles.

Arkha rubbed his sister's back gently, knowing that this test affected Asha greatly. The death of Iqbal Dirgantara was too sudden and the harsh reality that his own son-in-law who finished him off left everyone shaken.

"Everyone makes their own choices, Asha. Right or wrong choice".

"What should I do A'? I couldn't wait for him, it wasn't about time but it was the toughness of heart that spoke. God made my heart soft and vulnerable, can I forgive him?"

"Trust me Asha, that I've been contemplating last night. Can I forgive him? Can you forgive him? Can Mama forgive him? At least that answer hasn't come up yet, we'll wait"

"Now what should I do?"

"What's the answer from your Istikharah?"

Arkha asked back.

"abandoned"

Asha whispered slowly.

Arkha smiled over his sister's head.

"It may not be your true desire, Asha. I can't control my emotions at Papa's funeral, but I'm sure you can. Then decide what you think is right, for the good of your life. At least you are able to hide your anger, someone who is able to do it normally is also able to give one last chance to others"

Arkha released a hug and rubbed Asha's face.

"Wait here for a minute, I'll take the rest of your stuff at home. Just a few transports left".

Asha strutted decided to enjoy in a limited time looking at every inch of the house building. This is no longer the place to go, not the place to go home. Azam's actions literally forced him to abandon everything that concerned the man.

Asha sat on a park bench, the place where Azam once slept on his lap. The place where Azam once said the two things he loved in this world were cloud and Asha. The place where the figure of Azam was firmly imprinted, once promised that he would always protect him. And he did indeed keep his promise, as well as incising wounds.

Asha shook her head, smiling, until her tears dripped. His father's adopted brother, Shamsudin Bahar and his youngest son conspired to destroy his family. For the sake of revenge, it turns out that marriage is nothing more than a path to hell.

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