Flowers from Heaven II

Voices from Annisa Eps.1

Since our return to the ponpes at that time, this life I arranged to walk normally as usual.

I preoccupied myself with returning to teaching, what was different was, now in my arms there was a boy whom God gave me to raise and now I always carry with me wherever my feet go.

I must rise up, build my life with my solitude, I must be strong for the sake of our son, my son and the late Mas Alfath my beloved husband. I strengthen my heart, for the sake of the fruit of our love, for the sake of raising her.

I work remotely for the company that Mas Alfath put in. Yes, a company that is a legacy for our only child. I ran and replaced Mas Alfath for the company, until I waited for our son to grow up and manage it on his own, later.

Arkana is getting bigger, he is always trying new things in his world. A repot? Sure is a hassle. I don't want to leave Arkana with Umma, or the nanny.

But I enjoyed everything, because I wanted my son to feel the gentle caress of his own mother's hand.

Not infrequently some studies do not invite me to fill the tausiya, because I always bring my only son.

I lived a widow, and raised Arkana alone. I do, because I just want to gather in the same love with my husband, in the paradise of God.

I was helped by Umma and Aba to educate my only son.

Umma and Aba never told me to remarry with the man who would replace my late husband, because they were so understanding of my feelings.

While my family-in-law, Umi and Papa they sincerely allow Nisa to remarry with whomever Nisa chooses when God gives a soul mate again. But this heart feels dead to another man other than to his beloved deceased husband.

Umi and Papa, in-laws who love me and their grandchildren, they always visit us, in a month several times they come to visit Indonesia for us.

My heart is so happy because Umi and Papa still think I am his daughter-in-law as long as there was my late husband. They still treat me the same way they used to, it makes no difference.

Arkana has never lacked the affection and care of all our families. All were so attentive to our lives, even to the education of Arkana, Umi and Papa were also so attentive.

I always remember a message from my Father-in-law

"Don't interfere with his desires in his future, just support him in a good direction and pray, let him go where he wants, as long as he remains in the way of God"

Papa always wanted his grandson to be a sholih like his late father.

Yes, I totally understand. Just as I wanted to, I wanted my son Arkana, to be able to be his father's successor, and to inherit his late father's benevolent nature.

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Today Nisa is invited to study at the University where she met her senior brother at college, Azam. Nisa wanted to fill out a study there because she thought she would never meet Azam again because they had met in Surabaya at that time.

This study themed "Living a Heaven", Nisa was so excited because she wanted to share her story with her own husband. He wanted the love story he experienced in his life to be an inspiration for young couples to think love to death.

Nisa who was starting the event in a campus hall building, with loudspeakers, made her voice sound clearly in several corners of the campus.

Nisa also explained about her husband who has now returned to the creator and the situation of Nisa who now still maintains her love for her late husband and widow, who is now a widower, all the listeners, most of whom were students and students, were left in grief when they heard Nisa's story.

As soon as it was finished, all the listeners had scattered out leaving the hall building. Nisa was still sitting in silence, waiting for the atmosphere to become lonely to return home.

In his trunk, there was a baby boy who was fast asleep. Some of the organizers who held the event also approached Nisa.

"Mother great woman." said Sifa, the organizer of the event

Nisa was just a smile that was visible from her eyes.

"God willing, pray for yaaa" replied Nisa while patting the shoulder of sifa, the beautiful girl with the red hijab.

Sifa simply replied with her friendly smile.

Nisa decided to immediately step her foot out of the Hall and was about to go home. Nisa walked down the campus corridor, going to the parking lot to get to her favorite car from the first. Suddenly the footsteps came to a halt, by a voice calling out his name from behind.

"Annisa.." called her, a voice that Nisa felt was familiar, a voice that she felt recognized her.

Nisa did not dare to look at him

"Yes." replied Nisa while stopping her footsteps

The sound of shoes coming from the footsteps began to approach where Nisa was.

"What kabaaar..?" he asked her directly by positioning himself beside Nisa

Nisa turned her head slowly, glancing towards the direction the voice came from, without answering it first.

"Sister Azam?" nisa said with an unexpected facial expression

"Yes, it's me." Azam replied with a smile on his face

"What's News? Now fill out another study yaaa?" ask Azam directly

"Alhamdulillah good.. I-iyaaa" replied Nisa with her foot

Azam nodded his head.

"This is your son?" again asked Azam curiously

"Yes, Kaaa.." answered Nisa quickly

"Is your husband really dead?" tanya Azam looked very careful

"eeeuuhhhh that I heard from the loudspeaker." continued Azam while misbehaving

"Yes Kaa." answered Nisa listlessly

"Inna lillahi waa inna illaihi raaji'un." said Azam slowly

"Why's he dead, Nis?" azam was still curious

"Maybe it's just a benchmark age, Azam sister." replied Nisa did not want much more stories

"Oh Allah, have mercy on your child." said Azam as he turned to the baby in Nisa's arms.

Nisa just replied with a smile. I don't think he wants to see Azam again.

"When did your husband die?" ask Azam again

"it's been almost a year, sister." answered Nisa

"Oh yes, Brother Azam, Nisa said back home.. Poor Arkana already sore carried, want to fall.. Excuse me yaa, Assalamu'alaikum.." continued Nisa said goodbye to shorten the conversation with Azam.

Azam did not have time to answer, Nisa had run small in a hurry to get into his car, and passed from Azam.

Nisa put Arkana to sleep in the middle bench, Arkana's body is getting bigger, so it can be put to sleep on the sofa of the car with pillows that Nisa stacked in such a way to keep feeling comfortable.