CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Bismillah Hirrahmaanirrahiim

Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Alihi Sayyidina Muhammad

The big window was dewy, the snow outside rained down on the lawn and the road. As we enter the end of December, people are busy greeting and shouting merry christmas. But Asha had just finished performing the dhuha prayer, curled up in front of a burning fireplace.

An hour ago Asha had just received an international call from Arkha, her brother said there would be a thank you for the replacement of the tombstone from the Tanggerang Air Anggakatan unit. Unity where Iqbal Dirgantara once served. Ask him, will he and Hanifah go home?

Return to Indonesia

After 2 years, Asha doesn't know. In the past, he never wanted to leave his homeland. But Hanifah who needed special care after falling ill made him follow him to live in the land of windmills.

In addition to taking care of Hanifa, Asha found a new routine by joining a foundation where children learn to read. Simply giving her the spirit of life, it also helped her heal her heart wounds.

After a long time away, Asha no longer had the courage to return to her country.

Asha closed her eyes, remembering the conversation with Fahmi a few months ago.

Husain Fahmi was at the Laboratory at the best University in Amsterdam. Busy with his analysis he still had time to steal - look at Asha who observed the old building, suddenly talking seriously after talking about the possibility of Asha returning to Indonesia.

" In the eyes of the law, he is still your husband. You have never formally filed divorce papers with a religious court. Never, he'd signed anything that said he was willing to let you go as his wife".

His cousin was alluding to the most sensitive thing.

"You know I took care of it through a lawyer, Mimi. He was released 1.5 years ago and just disappeared. Either the lawyer's officer went where to look?"

Fahmi snorted, turning his chair.

"Like you, you are too. Disappear from him like he's swallowed up the earth"

Fahmi, since he first set foot in this country always asked him to quickly - quickly go back and find out what happened.

"He's not who - who I am anymore"

Sambar Asha ketus.

"He just dropped 1 talaq on you"

A small sting on his heart, Fahmi's sentence just made it limp and lost direction.

"We haven't been together for more than 6 months, and you know what that means"

Fahmi runs out of words, Asha is right.

"But you have to go home, Asha. Sooner or later you have to come back, because your life is there. While I'm here because I have a job, the responsibility I have to work on is due to contractual ties. But not with you. Go home, let Mama catch up later. You have to make peace with your past"

Asha.

"Peace with the past?"

"Peace with your hatred of Khairul Azam"

Asha was drowned in the bottom pool.

"Papa's death is already far behind, becoming a past we can remember every second. You can keep it anywhere. Sweet or bitter. But Asah, no one really knows exactly what happened, except three. Shamsudin Bahar who sows hatred, Azam who always frees you from difficulties and of course, Allah 'azza wajalla. Three key witnesses, which one do you trust?"

The weak Asha whisper.

"Consider Asha, everyone deserves a remidial. Don't miss that opportunity. Sura al-Baqarah verse 216: You may hate something when it is very good for you, and you may (also) like something when it is bad for you; Allah knows that you do not know. And Allah always shows his justice to one of the righteous"

That was the verse he had once thought of for Azam.

Asha was stunned, closing the door tightly as Fahmi's sentence was muffled behind it.

The shadow was swept away by the wind as Asha slid her window slightly, sending a chill as she touched her cheek. As cold as water dripping in the baths of santri son of Askhabul Kahfi.

Asha of course tried to ask Azam a year ago, and the last few months. What made him a prisoner? Why disappear without a trace?

Asha did not know, Arkha's brief explanation could not be understood. Everything is too complicated, each other has a connection.

But once, Asha understood what is called longing and deep regret. For longing is another word for love, and love is a part of the human soul.

When Asha felt a deep longing and regret, she had loved one other human soul that troubled her. No matter how far apart the distance separates, it is basically a sincere feeling for someone to always win.

Asha gave her tears that suddenly burst, feeling very stupid and reckless. Buru - rush into the room after confessing that the only thing his heart wants to feel is the desire to return and find it immediately. He who is far away, he who disappears.

Asha wanted to embrace the body and asked if she had lived well? How much burden should he bear?

He got a ballpoint pen and a notebook, then he sat sweetly on a chair. It was as if he was looking at that stern face, smiling faintly in a sheet of paper. Sentence by sentence skate. Without hesitation Asha let it out.

When the promise has been engraved beautifully on the jabbal rahmah

In the dark past, and the future is shrouded in mystery.

I will not forget to visit your loneliness on the other end, so that the moon and stars learn to love the dawn that night always hopes for.

I want to invite you to take a rhyme under the roof of the rain that shaded the clouds, who continued to wander the dream that lay on the edge of the face. But your eyes dazzle me in the memory of a morning without drizzle.

I want to share you in the name of Habb and the ishq in the Sahara.

I was about to whisper you as an asbabun nuzul kejorah that is pushed into the heart, so that the pulse perched on your wings, binding it.

For that, I'll wait for you at the edge of the ocean. The place where the petals of the flower look at the moon hangs the light.

Forever, I dream of an eternity.

To Khairul Azam

Husband, return...

For I have found truth among the ripples of water.

The pen note stopped, not moving anymore. The questioner was just lying on paper. Not because the ink runs out, but apparently the writing is enough to get there.

Because it has been decided, Asha wants Azam to fill his empty part. Asha wants Azam to complete his incomplete story.

Either tomorrow, the day after, week, month and year - the next year.

Asha wants to continue that story one day...

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