Divine Destiny
#15(rahma)
..."I'm trying...
...to accept destiny"...
...*qolayuby*...
...*****...
Rahma Prov.
Sayup-sayup heard people crying, making me wake up from my sleep sound that sound roar in my ears either ready his person .I tried to neutralize my hearing and vision around the room .
The deg….....
It was so tight in my heart that I heard my husband's scream with the creator that it made his whole body tremble signifying so fragile that it was hard for me to just breathe, I don't feel my tears flowing in silence.
Seeing that he was done in a hurry I pulled the blanket again afraid of being discovered, I wiped the rest of my tears while closing my two eyes,until I heard the sound of his feet walking not to the bed with my curiosity open a little it turns out he was sitting on a desk chair where there lined with big books no matter what he work I can't see 'cause it's blocked by his back.
It's been almost an hour and a half he's sitting there until he went out of the room to wake me up somewhere he's going? I thought, I'd better take the ablution water and get crushed on top of the peace .
I complain that my heart often makes me disorganized to the creator like my husband did,"yes robb ma'afcare the servant who has not been able to be a good wife for him servant please give love in the heart of the servant to be able to accompany his journey to your ridho",I finished curating this heart before long adhan dawn reverberate
Isdeg…
Again making my heart tremble no matter what happens to me this voice always makes me vibrate louder than I feel to the Fauzi. Who is the owner of this voice has been a long time since many events that occurred only the first time I heard again "yes robb what with my heart" my heart.
Not much to think again I immediately carry out the call of the creator is finished I fold the face and cool in an ordinary place and I tidy the bed and then move down, I move down,I smiled when my mother-in-law was in the kitchen.
"Assalamualaikum" my words made mamah turn around and smile.
"Waalaikumsalam.. "
"May Rahma help mah"
"By baby"
I see Mamah so deftly holding the cookware, I just help peel the onions and fry the tempe as my mother-in-law does, I just help, mamah says tempeh and a kind of vegetable is a favorite food ka Azam and papah in-laws, meaning ka Azam similar to papah in-laws but different attitude maybe to his mamah times ,I remember there was a little I wanted to ask Mamah
I was so nervous, scared you misunderstood me but my nervousness lost as my curiosity, I took a deep breath and threw it away slowly"huppp" I ventured to ask..
"Mah.can Rahma ask,,"
Mom just smiled
" May you love "
"Emmmzz. anu .. mah does mamah know who said the adhan "my words a month to hold the shame, my mother-in-law was silent for a moment what my speech was wrong before mamah smiled back to make me a little relieved.
Deg......
My mother-in-law's answer made me speechless somehow this vibration came again
"Your husband son.."
"So a…"
My mother-in-law smiled again maybe seeing my surprise until I tried to behave normally.
"Do you want to hear a little story" said Mamah, I just nodded my head in response.
"Today until now mamah loved papah Azam even though the attitude of papah Azam was not like now." said mamah.
I see mamah casually telling stories like there is no burden, whereas successful mamah stories make me surprised because papah in-laws are rudely much different from now to make me curious and ask.
"Keep what makes papah now love mamah very much." I said sepontan.
"The color of an accident that put Mama in a coma for one week to almost endanger Azam's life "
Degs....
As soon as the journey turns out that what I experienced has not been spread by the natural mama who had to fight alone to get the love of the husband, very painful even though life is the bet. What is the same that you feel fighting alone.
My daydream was opened by someone who said hello I turned our eyes to meet each other .
Isdeg..
Why did this tremor come back again even more powerful than it was before
"Assynogaic"
"Waalaikumsalam nak" replied mamah either there is angina where makes me spontaneously walk towards him and kiss the back of his hands are so warm.Take me feel the rhythm that rumbles in my heart, long enough for me to lift my head there is something strange to see Ka Azam himself like a surprised person .
I ventured to ask even though I was actually so nervous what else this rumble continued to be.
"You.eat what bath first Mas" a greeting escaped just like that on my lips whether there's anything with me suddenly want to call her by the name of "Mas "not brother anymore.
I looked at her net carefully she was like a statue that did not flinch no matter what happened to her, I tried to touch her hand but instead fled.
"Mas…. "
"Shower first.." cried out to Azam.
I just smiled looking at her child-like manner of behavior made me slightly able to neutralize my rumbling heart.
I stepped closer to the mama preparing food on the dining table before long I saw ka Azam coming down the stairs in his cool style, he sat next to me again in the wind where I immediately picked up rice for him.
"It's enough" said ka Azam, made me stop I just smiled and gave a plate that was filled with rice on it there was a eggplant ceplok,syur kale, tempeh and sambal all favorite ka Azam.
"Where is the good food ..."My mother-in-law's voice broke the silence
"But a little different…"
"How different is Pah" asked the mother-in-law again, while I just looked down timidly.
"The meaning is very good mah" said Azam and papah-in-law while nyegir seemed to have succeeded in mamah mamah while I was only silenced.
”Alhamdulillah” said mama-in-law I glanced at mama-in-law mengarikan do not tell . Mamah was only resigned by my request .
''Dad, Dad left first" speaking papah in-laws while kissing the head of mamah ka Azam makes me feel ashamed of myself as if papah in-laws are not so romantic even though they are not young anymore while I have not.
I am now ready with Ka Azam to slide to my round house, it does not take long the car driven by the ka Azam has been parked in my spirit yard and then I immediately knock on the door.
Tok
Geck...
"Assalamualaikum." I said.
"Waalaikumsalam briefly "answered the person in the sanah
"Corl…"
The sound of the door opening saw someone who was very beautiful even though he was eaten by age. I hugged her tightly while Ka Azam just watched.
"How are you doing ….?"much
"Alhamdulillh good how do you like Azam"
"Alhamdulillah good bun.."
"Well, let's go in…"
My mother and I went in, followed by Azam from behind, holding my bag.
"Dhek his bag is on taroh where "say ka Azam
Degs..
I was just gawking what was ka ..eh.mas Azam saying what? Adek makes me smile on my own makes Azam confused in his making.
"Dek "yone and another Azam made me realize while the mother only shook her head to see the behavior of Me who was still like a child.
"Anu.. It's in the room .."
"Yes my sister went to her first room"
Why do you ask Azam ! maybe he was a little awkward not getting used to it, then ka Azam stepped right into the room.
While I was in the kitchen fighting with Mother's tools in her hold Me and mother want to make pudding favorite of Me and father .Remembering it all makes Me claustrophobic and shed tears, I was in a hurry to remove because I was shocked to hear the voice of ka Azam.
"Sir, Azam's mother came out for a moment…."
"Yes son." answered my mother, I just smiled, nodding in response.
On the other hand you feel suspicious of what I am feeling you rubbed my back after the departure of ka Azam .
"Don't be sad boy…"
Bruks….
I hugged my mother tightly"Mother.Rahma hik..hik.."I can't continue my words, I can't, at this time my heart is fragile only mother who always understands my feelings mother relaxes my embrace and mother removes the rest of my tears.
"Look at the mother" I think I saw the netra mother, there too I saw a deep sadness just covered by a smile.
"Every human being will return and have his destiny each of us as servants must be sincere and accept all his destiny.you understand son." continued mother.
I just nodded, can I be angry at the fate of three months in the stay of the father followed by my future imam and now must try to accept another flow of destiny to be the wife of Muhammad Khoerul Azam, trying to open a buried heart, will I be able to give my heart in a different harbor, the one waiting for me to come in every bow of his long night waiting for the presence of his lover or the wait is just a false hope as a tree in the middle of the arid desert awaits the raindrops to make him rise again.
That is the flow of destiny that we do not know everything like a flow of water that flows just like that even though it branches its way and different grooves but will still return where the estuary came from,because our lives do not know when we return to his side before that we have to prepare charity first so as not to be ashamed to face the creator so that when the death picks us up it is ready.
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...“*Wherever your heart is...
...I'm still here waiting for you...
...until God says enough of your waiting...
...There I will give up...
...karna ...
...I'm sure you'll be home...
...where the destiny flow is*”...
...*Muhammad Khoerul Azam*...
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