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From Abu Hurairah radhiyallahu βanhu, he said that the Prophet shallallahu βalaihi wa sallam said, βAllah Taβala said: I according to the presumption of My servant. I was with him when he remembered Me. If he remembers Me alone, I will remember him in Me. If he remembers Me in a group, I will remember him in a better group than that (group of angels).(Muttafaqun βalaih) [SR. Bukhari, no. 6970 and Muslim, no. 2675]
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"Are we too late for Unda?" yumna asked, with a look leading into the mosque. It looks like they've gathered. And he also saw Naazwa and Hans sitting close to each other, making his heart so sad to see him.
"Sir Unda also does not know Deck Umna, if it is too late, we should say congratulations, yuk," said Yunda who looks he is trying hard in front of the younger brother. Yumna nodded straight away.
Yumna and Yunda entered the mosque with teary eyes. Yunda held her sister's hand. And as they walked closer, Naazwa was seen sitting opposite Hans, with a shawl covering both their heads.
The closer they got, the more they couldn't hold back their tears. And strangely all eyes were instantly fixed on the two little girls. Including Naazwa, Hans also Ustadz Khairul. After the two stood near the table where the ijab was going to take place, Yumna and Yunda did not immediately look at the people who were circling the table.
The two even stared at a calligraphy that read God, with a very sad look. It was as if the two were asking for an answer from the writing. To make the tears both more flowing to the cheeks of both. But quickly the two immediately brushed off the tears.
Yumna and Yunda looked down, and the two turned to Naazwa and Hans, smiling. But their smiles made the hearts of Naazwa, Hans, Ustadz Khairul and others sad. Because they all know that a smile covers their grief.
"Congratulations Aunty Azwa, may Aunty be happy with Uncle Hans" Yumna said in a voice that rang out. Like she was holding back her crying.
Hearing Yumna, no longer mentioning Mama, made Naazwa's heart, as if it were sick. He could feel his heart empty. He was not willing to change the call Yumna, it was very painful. Unconsciously, her tears just flowed. Naazwa's eyes were fixed on Yumna. It was as if he wanted to ask "Why did yumna change her calling? Does she no longer deserve the call of Mama anymore?"
But the question could not come out of his mouth. Because his tongue was a mute, plus, he wanted to keep Hans feeling. So that question was only stored in his heart. Seeing the silence of Naazwa, Yunda repeated his sister's words.
"Aunty, Uncle? Unda would also like to congratulate Aunty Azwa and Uncle Hans. May God give happiness to Aunty and Uncle" Yunda said with a smile, but her tears flowed back.
Yumna and Yunda, now in front of the door of the mosque, which turns out there is already Rio and Aaron and his two sons. They also witnessed this novelty. Making Rio also unable to hold back his tears when he saw his two daughters who looked like they were trying hard. Rio immediately hugged the two.
"Daddy? Hiks.take Umna away from here, hiks..." pinta Yumna in the arms of the Father.
"So much Dad, hiks..Unda wanted to go home hiks.." pinta Yunda too, who seemed so tightly hugged his father.
"All right, my beautiful daughters, now we're home okay?" rio reply, while, giving a gentle kiss to the two. Then he held his two daughters, who were seen both still crying on the father's shoulder, without wanting to glance at Naazwa in the slightest. Rio also started walking away from the event.
"Can we continue the ijab qobulnya?"
The baritone voice of a man resuscitated the entire mosque that was being washed away in the sad atmosphere. And strangely no one responded to the question of the man who seemed to be a ruler.
"Son Hans? Can we continue the show ijab qobulnya?" the man asked again, which he asked specifically for Hans.
Hearing the question, Hans instead of answering, he looked at Naazwa who was still seen sobbing while staring at the departure of Rio and his children who were still visible even though they had started to move away. His heart seemed to ache, seeing Naazwa's sorrow. And it hurts more to see the person he loves, crying so sad while looking at another man in front of his eyes.
"Son Hans? Did you hear my words?" ask the Pengulu who this time his voice is slightly hardened.
"Son Hans, Ustadz Marwan, ask you son, ", continued Ustadz Khairul, holding Hans' hand.
"Sorry Abi, I, I..."
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