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A Visit to the Grave

Opration runs for approximately 3 hours. Outside, everyone waited anxiously. As soon as the doctor came out, Bilal and Hana were the first to approach.

"Dok how? " Tanya Hana's.

"Alhamdulillah, the surgery went well" replied the Doctor.

"Alhamdulillah" answered all who waited.

They saw Mr. Bahtiar who was still unconscious was taken by officers on a gurney to the ward. Hana and Daffa followed behind. Bilal also moved his feet toward his father.

"Hopefully I'll recover quickly" Hana said. The three of them were waiting for me at the hospital. By late afternoon, Bilal told his brother to go home. Daffa and Hana went home.

Arriving at home when almost a mahgrib. Daffa and Hana immediately cleaned themselves up. Because after isya' there will be a show send do'a for 7 days. After cleaning themselves up and carrying out obligations, they came out to join the others. Seen residents of jama'ah yasin who began to arrive. And from the pesantren Kyai mustofa was also invited to send do'a to the late mother. Kyai mustofa and the santri. Smith also appears to be teaching.

"Alhamdulillah, many come to pray for mother" muttered Hana. Because there were many pilgrims gathered, the event began.

Two weeks later...

Right now, it's a sunny morning for a calming day. The wind blows like it hits everything it goes through. Including the Hana family who are now in the tomb. They're on the grave of Sholihah's mother's late mother.

"Mother, father is guilty of this. Forgive me" said Pak Bahtiar on his wife's belly button. Her tears came back from not being able to bear all this sadness. The children approached, patting Bahtiar's shoulder slowly. Trying to calm his father. But he could not let go of his wife. Although he had a smile on his lips, his heart was still too fragile to accept all this reality.

"Dad, it's not all dad's fault, it's all fate. God loves our mother more than we do" Daffa said.

"Dad, we all know, it's hard to lose the mother figure in our lives. But we can do anything other than do'a talking" Hana appealed.

"But the wrong father in this, son" Dad still blames himself for the passing of his wife.

"Do not blame yourself father, the departure of mother is not something that we must cry continuously. So that Mother would also be calm to leave us" Bilal warned. The look of sadness is reflected.

"You're right, the father's children are much stronger than the father's. Forgive this weak father son" Pak Bahtiar said with a rub of fallen tears.

"My wife, go quietly. You are the one who once brought heaven into our little family. You have always been the heart conditioner for all of us. Rest in peace. I'll let you go. Thank you for all your devotion, for all your struggles and patience. Until we are able to educate our children to be good individuals. You are heaven in our household, you are a flower that is always open. Warming up every mood. You are already gone. Go away quietly. Our children are already there to look after and be guarded. I can only see all their happiness. May God give you the most beautiful place on his side, until we will be found in His heaven" Bahtiar said at length, expressing all his sorrow. All the children and grandchildren who heard shed tears. It was as if they felt pain too. Mother's death is a sadness. A paradise that is always missed, an unforgettable memory.

"We will return first, later I will often come to visit you" Mr. Bahtiar rubbed his tears. Hana and Bilal who were on the right and left sides were crying. They patted the father on the shoulder, again strengthening each other. Throwing each other smiles in tears.

"Let's go home! "Speak bahtiar sir. And all nod. Bilal pushes his father's wheelchair, Rani walks beside him, while Daffa and Hana walk behind him. They let go of the mother with keihlasan. Arriving at the car, Daffa immediately opened the car door. Lifting Pak Bahtiar from a wheelchair, and sitting in the back seat. Bilal immediately took over the wheel Daffa had held. Rani and Yusuf ride beside Bilal, while Hana and Daffa accompany the father behind. Bilal drove his car carefully. And at the same time. A pair of eyes watched them from a distance.

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