Give me back my happiness

Destinies

"Mom, this afternoon Mas Abian revealed his feelings to Hania." Hania shyly told her mother. Ms. Mirna stroked Hania's hand gently as well as put on a mocking smile.

"How do you feel, Nduk?"

"If Mas Abian is sincere, and truly has the same feelings as Hania, I say, he wants to go directly to the sermon, Mom. And, he agreed. But I don't know when he and his family will come to propose officially" Hania explained. Just telling stories, he looks blushing.

"Alhamdulillah, O God. I'm very happy, Nduk. I don't think about your future anymore." Both of them smiled in a flash of happiness.

"Sir, one day if you have to go, you won't be heavy. You are strong, you already have someone who will take care of you."

"What are you talking about, Mom."

Miss Mirna nodded. "The human race no one knows. I'm old, I don't know when you're after your dad. At least, this mother's child already has someone to look after you. Nduk, remember the message of Mother, everyone has their own destiny, everything that happens on earth already has a destiny, even the fall of leaves to the ground on the destiny of God. Later when something is not as expected, never blame fate, yes, Nduk.

Allah is All-Knowing, He gives what we need, not gives as we wish. Whatever happens, you never blame fate."

"Yes, Mom, God willing, Hania will remember mother's message."

~

A month has passed.

A wide-hooded woman was daydreaming in a public place. Her net was looking forward with a blank look. Anyone who saw, they would immediately guess if the woman was in the midst of grief. Especially when you get closer, there are tears that are being hidden.

One week ago became the toughest day for Hania Princess Azahra, the one who became the focus of her life went away for eternity.

In the garden he was contemplating the power of his Lord. Trying to make peace with the heart that God is Most Just. Maybe what happened to him was fate. Until, he will not be desperate to live the next days.

Alone, that was how Hania felt. No one to complain about. In the past, his sadness was always a comforting mother, but now God has taken the only focus of life. He tried not to blame fate, he did not blame his God, he even tried to hold his grief alone. Weight, of course, is very heavy.

Abians? Hania smiled wryly considering the man. The last time they met, the shady-looking man no longer appeared in his life. One month he waited, but only the wind of emptiness came. He didn't know what happened to Abian until he just disappeared.

The gea? The one closest friend to him was also absent when he needed a booster hug. Gea had returned to Jakarta and could not return home because he was taking care of his last thesis.

The gaka? The man doesn't know the jungle either. Whether he exists or not is none of his business.

Mr. Haru a few days ago sent some money to his late father's ATM. Still as a form of compensation.

'Mother, someday if you are no longer burden here, go and find your experience of the outside world. You can find experiences you can't get here. Find your happiness, Nduk.'

Hania smiled faintly. For the past two weeks, her mother has always been serious, always giving her advice, but she is insensitive to the messages being conveyed, he could not understand that it was the last piece of advice he could hear from his mother.

The long daydream should disappear when the phone behind the pocket vibrates. There was an e-mail message coming in that told him he was accepted to work at one of the big companies.

Her lips smiled, but her tears were dripping. Maybe it's God's destiny. The road has to be like this. Trying to be sure, there will be beauty after the storm hit. The rainbow comes up soon after the rain.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim, father, mother, Hania will find my way, goodbye."

"Goodbye too, Mas Abian," he said.

~

The sun has just come to the surface. He was already busy with his activities to pass on the items to be brought. Do not let what is prepared just forget to bring. Family photos have been included, all important letters are also in a special bag. The clothes, ah, he only brought a few pieces of clothes. Little tasbih birthday gift from his father also did not escape brought.

He did not need to visit the graves of his parents, because yesterday afternoon had been a pilgrimage there.

Beautiful eyes scrutinized the corners of the room, the place where she lived from birth to this size. Now that he would leave the house, he would definitely miss the atmosphere there.

The cart that read 'Mendoan Bu Mirna' did not escape the sweep of his eyes. The only item to find sustenance, now he had to let it wander beside the house.

He would try to scavenge for sustenance from the outside, tracking down what he had never met. Seeking sustenance from a path that he has never done, may God give smoothness.

All ready, he looked at the phone screen. The taxi booked has gone to his house.

Din ... Din ....

The taxi was already in front of him, the taxi driver got off to help put the goods in.

"Thank you, sir."

And the taxi drove to the airport.

This is not the first flight. On one occasion, he had a vacation to Bali with Gea, and hopefully he still remembers the procedures as a plane passenger and he will not be stray or have problems.

Hania was sweating coldly, she tried to be confident with her choice. After all, even if in another city he did not feel at home, he could return to his hometown.

However, he was reminded of the ATM card that he had just frozen yesterday. Not wanting to deal with it also did not want to bother more than this, he decided to block his father's ATM. That way Mr. Haru can't send any compensation money. It is enough of the family's kindness that must be accepted. There is no good anymore.

Hopefully he doesn't find anything, he just wants to live his new life.