HEAVEN LOVE IN BISMILLAH

BEREAVEMENT NIGHT

It was past ten after the first night's ta'ziah event, Ajis directly entered his room. There was no place for him other than in the room to express sadness and longing in his heart.

He still had not expected Zahrana to leave him so quickly. And even more painful for him, his wife's departure happened after words of anger had come out of his mouth.

Ajis was most grieved at the time. After the funeral alone, he still continued to flinch staring at the wet navel where Zahrana was buried.

If it wasn't Zainab's mother who tried so hard to persuade him, maybe that night he would still be next to Zahrana's tomb.

Ajis stepped inside his own room, like a person who was sneaking around.

"Assalamu'alaikum angel Abang..." He said with a smile but his cheeks were still wet with tears that had not yet dried up.

"Abang sure Darling is still in our room. Honey wouldn't really leave you, would she? Aren't you, honey...?" Say it yourself while circling the view to all corners of the room.

Suddenly, Ajis's gaze was fixed on the sacred bark that Zahrana was wearing before leaving the room yesterday afternoon. Mukenah who had not been tidied up Zahrana after wearing it for his last prayer.

Ajis slowly approached. He sat down while clutching his wife's face tightly. He started crying again.

"Oh Allah, I am sorry... I am truly sorry, O Allah... Please give me a chance to make amends... The servant has sinned by hurting the feelings of the servant's wife the last time he breathed in this house, O Allah..." Raung Ajis.

He slowly lay down on the prayer mat and somehow began to fall asleep there. Drowsiness and fatigue make him growl in his sleep.

Kensunyian night makes Ajis sleep more soundly. But suddenly his ears dimmed hear the chanting of shalawat. Her tears melted in her sleep. He was a little disturbed by the sound.

The longer the voice was the more real, so he whispered to call Zahrana in his still closed eyes.

"Sister... Little sister..." Call him like he's mengingau.

Maira who that night accidentally crossed her brother's room also heard. He put his ear to the door and tried to steal his hearing.

Maira's heart still aches over Zahrana's departure, but it hurts even more when she witnesses her brother's pain.

He pulled the doorknob of the room slowly. Maira was stunned for a moment. His heart was so crumpled to see Ajis sitting while holding tightly to his sister-in-law's face. He saw Ajis's shoulders tremble with the roar of unreasonable breath.

Maira held back her sobs by smothering her own mouth. He did not dare to approach, but did not have the heart to leave his brother himself.

Ajis circled the room to look for the source of the sound. When he was about to approach the nightstand beside his bed, his feet felt stepping on something. He stopped his steps and lowered his sight.

"What's this?" Ask to mumble to himself. He forgot his original purpose, because the voice suddenly stopped. He picked up a pill that he had stepped on, but he was surprised to find that it was not one, but was scattered on the floor.

Not far from his position, his eyes hit a small bottle. He quickly picked up the bottle, and inside the bottle were also some of the same pills.

Ajis sharpened his eyesight to read the writing on the surface of the bottle. Only medication to relieve pain in the stomach, but can not help provide healing to the sufferer.

He threw his back against the edge of the bed. He sat weakly there, then suddenly sniffed strongly. He is like a sick person after knowing the function of the drug.

"Is it so painful, dear? Until Honey has to use this medicine for the pain reducer?" Bisik Ajis's. He recalls when Zahrana asked him to stroke his wife's stomach.

Shalawat whom he had forgotten was heard again. He's dumbfounded. The voice was getting closer to his ears. Yeah, that voice came from above his bedside nightstand.

"Sister? Darling..." Call him so excited. He got up and set his eyes on the direction the voice came from.

Ajis was silent again. His excited face turned grim. He found his wife's cell phone on the bedside nightstand.

Ajis's hand shook about to reach Zahrana's phone. Apparently the sound of the prayer was heard from his wife's mobile phone.

He knew it was his wife's voice. He still clearly remembered that the prayer was taken by Zahrana when they were after arguing about the pill that Ajis took a few nights ago. And it turns out Zahrana recorded her own voice and then made it as an alarm tone on the stroke of half three in the morning.

"Why, Brother? Why did you leave your brother so quickly? You can't do it, honey..." Rintih Ajis while holding his late wife's phone to his chest.

Outside, Maira continued to watch Ajis' movements. He was so moved to see his brother's love for his sister-in-law, and it was obvious when his sister-in-law was gone.

"What's going on, Maira?" Hidayat suddenly came to surprise him.

"B-bang Hidayat?" Maira surprised. He rubbed his wet cheek.

"What are you doing again? Why are you crying, hmm?" Ask Hidayat a little whisper.

Maira closed the door to Ajis' room slowly. He turned to face Hidayat.

"Maira's... Maira sad, Bang... Maira has never been this sad before..." Reveal it while wiping away the tears that kept flowing.

"Maira was sad that Brother Zahra left, but even more sad when he saw that Ajis was so hurt by the departure of Zahra, Bang... Maira had never seen Maira's brother cry so much... Maira still remembers how happy Kak Ajis was when his application was accepted by Brother Zahra... And now... Now..." Maira could no longer continue her words. He's ashended.

Hidayat grabbed Maira's shoulder. He slightly rubbed it to give a little peace of mind to his sister-in-law's sister.

"Already Maira... This must all pass... Gradually, bang Ajis must have been able to get through this period of sadness." Bujuk Hidayat's.

Maira nodded. He returned to wiping his tears.

"Now go back to sleep... If it is crowded, sleep in the middle room only. Let Abang stretch the mattress there." Hidayat. He is so gentle, because he knows it is not time to put the ego forward in such an atmosphere of grief.

Maira nodded and walked ahead of Hidayat to the living room, where some of his family fell asleep.

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