Denisa Rosaline

Insha Allah Istiqomah

"To the port, sir!"

In the taxi, Rosa cradled where she was going. Yes, the port is his destination at the moment. The ship is his preferred transportation considering he does not carry any identity that he can use. Rosa unceasingly wiped away the rough tears that kept on flowing. The driver who stole a glance through the glass felt sorry for the young girl who was riding his taxi.

"It's been a fuss with her boyfriend, huh, Dek?" Mr. Driver started kepo while handing over a box of tissue. Rosa took the tissue box. He just shakes.

"Newly cut off girlfriend?" ask again.

Again, just the arm he got.

"Don't be taken all dizzy, Deck! All problems have a solution. Every event must have some wisdom behind it." The father began the story hoping to give a little enlightenment to the girl who was crying in silence in the passenger seat.

"The bottom line is, we have to be patient and thankful! Grateful it's a pleasure, Dek. For example, you have been out of the house from 4am earlier, but only this Adek who hitchhiked in the taxi Mr. Thank God, it broke eggs too," he continued with a smile. During the trip, Mr. Driver who may be his papa age provides many inspirational stories that make him a little calm.

"Well, it's over, Deck. Remember to be grateful and be patient!" Rosa simply nodded and handed me two pieces of money 1

a hundred thousand pieces. "Make the Father who has written the inspirational story of life."

"A lot of this right, Deck. But thank you! The wind cannot be refused. This is the fruit of gratitude and patience today. Paid cash with Allah. Alhamdulillahot. Thank you again. Be careful on the road, Dek! Good luck to your destination!"

Rosa simply nodded then stepped towards the ticket purchasing counter.

"Dumai 1, bang!"

Yes, Dumai was his goal this time. He intended to go to the house of his mother's sister, Om Harry Kian Johansen, who settled in Dumai City. "What matters is not Tiocandra," he thought. He took his jacket pocket to pay for a ticket. Then rushed to the toilet to wash his face. "You must be strong, Rosa! Be patient and remain grateful as the driver said! The spirit!!!" He monologues in front of a mirror. When he finished, he headed to a small stall around the harbor to buy noodles cup as his lunch and some bread packs to stock up on the trip. After her stomach filled up, Rosa returned to the waiting room. While waiting for the ship, he also took out the smartphone he had just bought earlier before going to the port. Not a kind of expensive fruit logo that is bitten by a necklace as he usually uses, only a domestic-made smartphone that costs much cheaper. After all, he had to save on expenses and buy things he only really needed for now, and this thing he was currently holding was included in the much-needed item. He always remembered that the money in the pocket of his jacket was currently in the status of loan money and he had to immediately return the money to buy gifts to the children of the orphanage, as he had intended at the beginning.

"Hhhhhh ...." Rosa breathed out violently. He does not believe in his destiny at this time. He was very disappointed in his papa. But it's all happened. Right now the important thing is to devise a plan to continue his life later, without an identity card, without a diploma, without the big name Tiocandra! Somehow he'll find a job later. Hope Om Harry can help him!

By nightfall, Rosa arrived at the luxurious house of her sister. He knocked on the door and waited for someone to open the door from the inside.

Siti, the son of Om Harry's housekeeper, opens the door. "Eh, Sister Rosa. Coming, Brother! My own brother? Papi's mommy's not coming?" siti asked after frowning looking for the existence of other humans besides herself.

Rosa smiled at the behavior of Siti, her ART son Om Harry, who was close enough to her because as a child she often vacationed here. "Hehe .... Night Ti! Yes, my own brother. There's business in Pekanbaru, so Brother stopped by here first." (Right, thought his heart). "Om Harry and his Auntie Ika are there, Ti? How is the house supposed to be empty?"

"The father of the family is on vacation in Thailand, brother. Four days back. Didn't you know Mr or Ibuk before coming here?"

"No, I suddenly thought of coming here first."

"Yaudah, Brother sit here first! I'm gonna call Mom, I'm looking for a room for Brother."

Sujarmi, ART family Om Harry and mother yes Siti, came from the kitchen while carrying a glass of orange juice for his guest who is none other than the nephew of his master.

"Drink, Non!"

"Eh, yes Bude. Thanks." Thanks."

"Said Siti, Non Rosa herself."

"Yes Bude, I have business tomorrow in Pekanbaru. So I stopped by here first. I haven't played here in a long time either."

"Yes Non. My family just left for Thailand two days ago."

"Yes, Siti told me too. I was wrong, too, who did not come here. Suddenly I thought of stopping here before going to Pekanbaru, hehehe ...."

"So I've ngabarin Mr. Sama Ibuk if there is Non Rosa here. I told Non Rosa to stay here until they get home. Maybe the day after tomorrow."

"Yeah ... How about you, Bude? I have business tomorrow in Pekanbaru. Terribly sudden. This was in a hurry, I admit. Just bring a body, hehehe .... Besides not good, my vacation is so short."

"Ooh, yaudah Non, I will convey to Ibuk. Don't rest in the room, all clean up. Let me ask Siti to get Non Dara clothes for a change. Non Rosa's clothes will let me wash them."

"Yes Bude. Sorry for the nicotine."

"What's up, Non."

"Yaudah, if I go to the room first."

Early in the morning Rosa was getting ready. The plan this morning is to buy some clothes and a backpack for him to carry. He had thought about this plan carefully last night. He has also booked a trip to Pekanbaru. Next he will go directly to Jakarta by bus, then to Jogja by train.

It will wander, really wander. He smiled at himself thinking about what he was thinking. "Well, it's my life, my adventure! My life changed overnight" he said.

Rosa was arranging the items she had bought into the backpack she had just bought earlier. It really saves his expenses. Learn to live hard, let's know how to be grateful.

Not much he bought, just a few pieces of clothing, thongs, toiletries and personal items that he really needed later on the trip. No make up, no fancy stuff. Not to forget he also bought a prayer mat, a face and a complete prayer guide book. Yes, he will practice prayer in earnest from now on. The words of the taxi driver yesterday were so deep in his heart.

The flashback:

"Sorry, Dek. Is this a Muslim or not? I mean ...."

"I'm a Muslim, sir!"

"Well if we Muslims have Allah, Dek. If possible advice, this Adek try to pray tahajud. Complain to God in a third of the night. Hopefully later given a hint," advises Mr. Driver.

Flashback.

Last night, he had also downloaded the Qur'an on his gadget. It has also been Googling learning to pray, and assisted by Siti as well.

Yes, last night Rosa asked Siti to teach her how to pray the sunnah and read the Qur'an with the correct tajwid. Siti gladly taught him, and gave a short lecture about the various kinds of prayers, when the time to pray and so on. He recites prayers, but rarely does.

He was sure that Siti would not think badly of him. If yes, it doesn't matter. For him, it is never too late to learn, let alone learn the science of religion that he almost never got. Religious studies are not too deep in the international school where he studied first. Only during SD and Junior High he often studied with the mbok.

Travel car horn heard in front of the fence Om Harry. Rosa rushes to find Bude Jarmi to leave.

"Bude, travel I've picked up. I say yes first. Thank you for washing my clothes, thank you for everything! Greetings to Om Harry, Aunt Ika and adek-adak (his son Om Harry)! Greetings to Siti too! I didn't get to say goodbye to him, I went to college."

"Yes Non Rosa, I will tell you. Be careful on the road, no! It's a little stuff to make on the road. Non has not had breakfast. This is the same for Siti. There's a letter in it too."

Rosa took a paper bag filled with provisions for her, and a wrapping wrapped in wrapping paper with a beautiful ribbon decoration from Siti, then thanked her, and entered the travel car.

The journey of Dumai-Pekanbaru only takes 2 hours, so before noon, he has arrived in the Lucky City. Currently he is on the terrace of the mosque, enjoying the provisions brought by Bude Jarmi while waiting for the time of Dzuhur. After Dzuhur later he will go to the AKAP terminal using a gojek, then take a bus that will take him to Jakarta.

It is remembered by the gift of Siti. Slowly opening the accompanying envelope, he read the letter in handwriting.

Assalamu'alaikum's chat.

Beautiful sister Rosa, I have a new pashmina. I ordered from Shopping, there happened to be a 50% discount promo, so I bought half a dozen. It was only yesterday afternoon before I got home. I'm packing for brother 3, for me 3. I'd love it if you'd wear it someday.😊

NB. Stay the spirit of learning his religion yah🤗

Wassalamu'alaikum

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A single tear escaped onto Rosa's smooth cheek. He did not expect Siti to be so attentive to him.

His card paper. Sure enough, there are 3 pashmina sheets with neutral colors and beautiful motifs, 1 small pin brooch, 1 large pin brooch and several pentul needles. It seems Siti knows very well that she is so unfamiliar with hijab that it rewards her to such an extent. It just so happened that there was 1 matching the clothes he was wearing at the moment. And immediately came the intention to use it, but he did not know how to use it.

Adzan Dzuhur. He put the pashmina in his backpack. Soon he commended to perform Dzuhur prayer.

After the prayer, Rosa was still sitting in the mosque. He saw many girls the age of Siti who he believed was a student was reflecting on the hijab they were wearing. He noticed that a new girl would put up her pashmina. After they left, Rosapun opened his backpack and pulled out a pashmina.

"Bismillaah!" The pairing of the pashmina was like the girl he had noticed earlier.

"Alhamdulillah, done. Not too bad for a beginner" he murmured.

Then the release of the smartphone for selfie. Sent to Siti with caption:

"God willing Istiqomah!"