HEAVEN LOVE IN BISMILLAH

THE RETURN OF HARMONY

Night fell, the first night for Zahrana to separate from her husband since he married almost three years ago.

After Maghrib, he and his family had gathered at the dinner table to eat the dishes made by his mother this afternoon.

Awkwardness is still clearly seen among the four of them, brother and sister. Muslims are clearly not reprimanded with Rianur and her husband since the online loan incident at that time. Only the voices of Faiz and Faiza, those two plain brats were making a fuss at the dining table.

"Mama, Dedek matan cama dagham..." Pinta Faiz whines spoiled to Rianur.

"Well, do you eat salt, son? Eggs only, yes...?" Persuading Rianur refused the request of his little son.

"No... Dedek wants a matan cama dagham..." Rengek Faiz did not want to understand.

"Just love me, brother..." Timpal Zahrana mediates.

"Where to love, Zahra... For him salt is sugar... It continues, when does it grow?" Sudul Rianur's.

"Well... Sugar?" Zahrana looked surprised to hear his brother's statement. "Rice is mixed with sugar, baby? Faiz ate the same omelet, huh, son? Let Mother do it. Faiza's sister wants to, right?" Persuade Zahrana to distract the little boy.

Faiza nodded quickly. "You, Mum..." Answer exclaims.

"Well, Brother Faiza will... Dedek would too?" Zahrana asked Faiz who was still looking at her timidly.

"Dedek wants to!" Faiz replied quickly. The boy was indeed trying to attract the attention of Zahrana and Hidayat who only occasionally met.

Zahrana rushed to the kitchen to cook the omelet the two boys requested.

It didn't take long, he finished cooking two omelets and then distributed them to the boys.

"Say what?" Tanya Rianur was firm.

"Thank you, Buuu... Aci, buuu..." Saying children at the same time.

"Yesama-samaaa..." Zahrana replied with a happy smile.

After dinner, they gathered in the living room of the house. The atmosphere was still awkward to talk to each other comfortably.

Zahrana held her breath for a moment while thinking of stringing up a word suitable for the atmosphere at that time.

"How was school, brother?" Zahrana's question was directed at her brother.

"It's just a habit..." Answer Rianur briefly. Not because he was angry or disappointed, but he was embarrassed because he had troubled Zahrana a lot in his personal affairs even though he was married.

"Hm... Continue, is it not too far if Brother repeats from the house of Sister now to the school where Sister teaches?" Ask Zahrana again.

"Yes, how else?"

"Go back to this house, brother..." Pinta Zahrana began to weld.

Both of their parents just silently listened to Zahrana and Rianur chatter. They seemed to give the opportunity to his children to be able to make a decision, as well as Rianur's own husband.

Rianur was silent. His expression showed objection to it.

"Come, Brother Zahra..." Ketus Muslim while standing will pass to leave the room.

"Muuus..." Hidayat shouted quickly while standing up.

"Eh, Yat..." The Muslim held Hidayat's voice with his left index finger pointing directly in front of Hidayat. "Don't know you've grown up and gone to college, but that doesn't mean you can teach your brother, yes..." Add it with cruel.

"Already, enough... You don't have to talk about this anymore, Zahra." Rianur.

Seeing that, Rianur's husband immediately persuaded Faiz and Faiza to enter the room they used to occupy before.

"Where shall we discard this blood-meat connection? Until when do we get scratched like this, hmm? Wait for it to crack and then break?" Zahrana asked with tears in her eyes.

All unmoving.

"Sit, Mus... Listen to Zahra for one more time. Consider this the request of Brother Zahra that you must follow, Dek..."

Muslims are obliged to sit, though their jaws are still hardened with an indignation unable to reconcile.

"When we are troubled, be like a broomstick that can do nothing if it stands alone. The four of us should come together to solve a problem. We're doing our best for the happiness of mom and dad." Zahrana stopped for a moment. Then he turned to Rianur who was looking down at the side.

"Sister Rianur and all his deeds are examples for us, for us, brothers, brothers... So, don't repeat that mistake... Zahra spoke this way, for Zahra would never know the upcoming mystery that led Zahra down the wrong path."

Hidayat's tears welled up in his eyes. He was so moved and proud of his brother who spoke, like the angel of heaven whom God sent down into their midst, who was indeed mediator.

If he could speak and break his promise to Zahrana, he would tell his brother the bitterness he had passed to his family. But she really could not say anything other than being an admirer for her own brother.

"For Muslims and Hidayat, our guardians, who are responsible for us since you hold the word puberty, Tegur then embrace us if we are wrong... You are entitled and obligated to it. Don't stay away and antagonize us..."

Muslims are slapped by Zahrana's words. The blackness in him is blowing.

"How to advise a person who is really difficult to advise?" The prestige of justifying Zahrana's words.

"Astghfirullah hal Azhiim, Mus... This isn't a debate, Deck. You know better than brother. Have we not both heard a hadith that says, 'I give a guarantee of a house on the outskirts of heaven for a person who leaves a debate even though he is the right person. I give a guarantee of a house in the middle of heaven for a person who leaves a lie even though he is joking. I give a high house in heaven to the man who evicts his morality.' You heard it too, didn't you, Dek? Hadith The History of Abu Dawud 4800. Hadith Sahih..." Zahrana was so wise. His body trembled, trying to make the younger brother under him understand.

Muslims speechless. His heart began to soften, the look of his face that was originally so tense described the anger that was hiding in his chest.

"Let us forgive each other, and have a promise to our hearts not to repeat the same mistakes, nor any other mistakes. Allah does not add to a servant a forgiving nature, but will glorify him more and more. Nor does one have the nature of tawadhu (humble) because of Allah, but Allah will exalt him. (HR Muslim number 2588)" added Zahrana with tears.

"I'm sorry Rianur, Dad, Mom..." Said Rianur who was no longer able to hold back his sobs. He slowly approached his parents, and rested there.

From inside the room, Rianur's husband came out alone, then he followed his wife's actions to apologize as a husband and daughter-in-law figure in the house.

"Excuse Muslims, Brother.., Bang Ed..." Muslims also give up. His heart that was originally filled with grudges and anger, suddenly became airy. He approached Rianur and his brother-in-law, then greeted them.

The awkward atmosphere in the past, still remained awkward. But it is no longer awkward who are filled with hostility, but awkward because they have just apologized to each other.

Zahrana, he was happy at the time. His house felt like heaven again after harmony between the four sisters had disappeared swallowed by anger.