CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

#67

*B*babyrahaanirrahiim*

Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad

Iqbal Dirgantara residence is still the same, only now it looks more beautiful because of the shade of trees. Many rose plants grow manicured in the yard of his house, so neat and perfect. Azam imagined the hand of Asha behind the beauty.

The man smiled faintly at his colloquial thoughts, then parked his car in the yard after a security guard allowed him to pass through the gate. There was never a guard. Since 3 years ago it seems Azam does not know what about this house, other than an empty house. But now there may already be Asha in the building there.

Azam got out of the car, walked slowly to the front door. Then I pushed the bell a few times. Soon someone opened the door. Directly face to face with the figure of his mother-in-law. At least, it used to be. The woman was surprised for a while but then smiled gently, nodding.

"Assynogaic"

Hanifa stroked her hair when Azam took her hand to salute her.

"Wa'alaikum salam warahmatullah, alone son?"

Azam was astonished by the attitude of Hanifa who welcomed him well.

"Let's go in"

Azam followed the woman's steps towards the living room, still the same when the last time Iqbal Dirgantara's body lay there. Hanifa offered him some drinks, but Azam refused.

"Why are you talking about Azam? Mom, make some warm tea first"

Azam was pensive, thinking Hanifah would scold him and blow his emotions. But in fact it is not so, Hanifah remains polite. But Azam knew there was something the woman was hiding.

Mama, even Hanifah is still willing to use that call for her.

Hanifah appeared with a tray of two drinking cups, smiling when she found Azam looking at her questioningly.

"If her brother can't give her anything in response, then you should be able to ask her mother anything. Which would certainly be much more honest than anyone, much more open how to live and feel his daughter"

Azam was surprised, was the purpose of coming here clearly illustrated? And how did Hanifah know of his encounter with Arkha Dirgantara?

"Oh_yes, I did see him"

Hanifah looked at Azam's face closely, the man looked very tired.

"You must be tired of driving all night long to, Jakarta - Madiun a considerable distance"

Then he sighed with concern.

"Say, what makes you torture yourself like this?"

Azam likes Hanifa's choice of diction, torturing himself. Very fitting, Hanifah apparently knew that his daughter liked to torture him.

"I wonder what happened since he disappeared?"

After being silent for a long time, Hanifah began to tell her story.

"Because Mama was very sick at that time, we and a family without Arkah decided to go to the Netherlands for treatment. It just so happens that Fahmi has a good surgeon and spikiater acquaintance"

"His death must have had a big impact on family members, I understand if you want to forget about that event. I did too"

"Yes, his death disturbs me, disturbs my children. And the fact that you're the one accused of the murder makes us unable to think clearly"

Azam confirmed in silence, strong evidence can not be denied and denied by anyone.

"Until we finally find out you're innocent, that you're clean. There's nothing wrong with Dirga putting her trust in you, so should Mama"

Hanifah said regretfully.

"Asha knows you left after being released. It disappeared, and that left him devastated. He feels that he is the one who caused you to disappear, he feels that he is the one who caused you to get blasphemy from many people. His guilt was greater than his courage to forgive himself"

Bad girl, how could she think like that? O Allah.

"Until then Arkha asked him to come home 2 months ago to take care of Dirga's grave, Mama decided to come along because Mama has not got an apology from you too".

Azam shook his head firmly.

Hanifa bowed with a smile, aware of the vastness of Azam.

"Asha searched for your whereabouts, she found one of your friends who gave you information that you were in the same city. And your friend said that you often discuss with prof. Yasin in one of the leading Ormas forums"

Hamzah, the name that immediately crossed his mind. Then why are you acting like that Asha? Avoiding it, why?

"And since then Asha has decided not to have any more contact with you"

Dumbstruck, Azam frustrated.

"Why? Is there something wrong with __?"

"Because he knows you're gonna abuse another woman"

Hanifah snatched Azam's words.

Yes rabb! Azam closed his eyes, so about the sermon? By Allah he never accepted the ta'aruf offered prof. Yasin, never agreed, never interested! Where did Asha know about the sermon? How does he draw conclusions quickly?

Azam kneaded his temple.

"I never intended to propose to anyone. And she's entirely still my wife, even though this marriage isn't perfect anymore"

"Mama knows and understands, but you also have to understand why Asha thinks so. You guys have been separated for a few years, Asha thinks you've found a new companion"

It's bullshit! No woman can replace her. Azam belonged only to Asha Azzaliyah Az-zahra.

"I want to meet her, Ma?"

"Asha doesn't live with Mama, she lives with a da'wah activist in a girls' dormitory. A year ago he started a book printing business, and now he handles it himself. Mama will give you her address, her residence and her office"

Azam nodded, though disappointed that the woman of his dreams did not live with Hanifa. In his head a lot of planned how to meet Asha without having to see Asha running away again.

"Drink Azam, you need to relax"

Azam grabbed his cup of tea which was almost cold. While Azam was enjoying the tea, Hanifah stared fixedly at the man's face. Both her twilight eyes spontaneously glowed dimly, sometimes the reality as bitter as bile.

"Do you know anything about Arsenio?"

Shit! Who else is he? Azam shook his head stiffly.

Hanifah closed her eyes.

"He's your son, Azam"

The ceramic cup fell onto the messy floor. The phrase Hanifah is like delivering thousands - thousands of volts of electricity ready to drive him to death. That piece of his son's name, is the universe currently playing tricks on him? Why does the world endlessly give a surprise to him?

"What__how__?"

Azam stammered.

Hanifah stood up and took something in her living room drawer.

"Open up, let me understand"

Vibrating Azam receives the envelope, unbinds a small rope and suguhi the sheet - the USG photo sheet. Research one - one small blob in the center of the circle.

First - at the point of the body and head then both hands and feet are equipped with tiny fingers. Then saw the figure in the incubator, so small and red. In his body there are tubes and in his chest there is a heart detector. Azam forgot how to breathe, how the baby he never knew, never touched even though the tip of the nail was his son. Meat blood.

His hands were still trembling, already how big was he and what was the first thing he did? Has Arsen crawled?

Hanifah's eyes glazed over with glass, wiping away the tears coming down from her own eyelids.

"Premature arts, Azam. Very weak, she died in an incubator after one week of being born".

The ice splashed Azam's head, piercing Azam's brain to freezing.

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