I'm Putting My Destiny on You

The Heart of Alfie

The raindrop falls welcome a gloomy-looking morning without the sunshine. The sky looks white. It looks like today will be through with rain all day. On the terrace of a house sitting on a wheelchair, a beautiful girl with her black hijab. Looking up at the dark-looking sky. Thick clouds shrouded until the blue sky was perfectly covered.

Alfiani, sitting alone enjoying his martyrdom in the morning with the accompanying raindrop.

'' Later cold nduk '' mother comes enveloping her daughter. Alfiani looked up at the mother's shady face. Grabbing the mother's hand that was on her shoulder and carrying the hand against her cheek.

" Thank you mother" said Alfiani with a big smile. The middle-aged woman gently rubbed the child's head.

" What do you want me to make?, chocolate or warm tea ?" asked the mother with her hands still stroking Alfiani's head with affection.

" Later ma'am, you've called Mas Fariz yet ?. I thought about Salwa deh Bu. We have just stayed" said Alfiani gusar.

" No, it's still too early Al. Later on ". said Mother.

After the aqiqah and the naming of Fariz's son. Father, Mother and Alfiani returned to the house they had rented outside their area of residence. To make it easier for Alfi who is doing therapy on his legs. They have lived there for the last month. To do the work, on the paralysis of Alfi's feet. Doctors said his paralysis was not permanent. But it took a short time to recover Alfi's legs.

There was only prayer they could offer. That God would give him healing. But it seems that God is still testing him, how patient he must be to face the trials that God has given. Because there has been no significant change in his legs even though treatment continues.

" Mommy comes in first, you want to make some coffee for Daddy. Don't daydream, recite and pray "said mother softly. Alfie nodded and smiled sweetly.

" Yes ma'am "answered Alfi . Mom smiled back and then stepped inside the house.

Alfi looked back at the rain that was getting heavier. Smiling faintly with a glaring look. In fact, the girl who always looks strong and fine is still fragile.

Not dhikr and sholawat that bounces off the tiny lips like the mother's word.Play a groan of heart that screams in silence. Making a clear water flow wet the white cheeks like marble.

' Athaghfirullah hal'adzim, forgive the servant who complains of Your destiny, O Allah, "the cunning of Alfi who realizes that the heart sometimes does not accept the circumstances that befall him.

He is just a man, when faith can go up and down. Sometimes he can accept with airy chest the situation that befell him. But when that faith declines there is sometimes a sigh in silence. Fear of the future picture.

" Athaghfirullah hal'adzim "Alfiani continued to take up serighfar, purifying his heart. It leads the heart to sincerely accept every destiny written for it. God cannot give trials beyond the ability of his people.

Alfiani continued to twist the prayer beads in his hand. Chant the asthma of God in every breath. Throw away all that should not bind the soul. There is a God in which to surrender. He should not be afraid of the life he lives. There is a God who never sleeps watching over every inch of his life.

" Nduk !" father's voice shocked Alfi who was solemn in his dhikr. Alfi turned his head and looked at Father who was standing beside Alfiani.

" Well" said Alfi welcoming the father with a smile.

" Tea let warm "Dad held out a cup of tea to his only daughter.

" Thank you Dad, sorry Alfi ngerepotin Dad and Mom continue" said Alfi, Dad rubbed Alfiani's head.

" No child should bother the parents. It's Dad's job, Dad's obligation to look after Dad's daughter until there's a prince who takes you to his palace and makes you queen in his kingdom. For a moment they both stared at the falling water.

' Is there still a prince who would accept my state 'cloak inner Alfiani. Who knows what God has written.

'' Masya Allah Riz, very funny ponakan ku. said Andreas enthusiastically saw the little Faiq in Fariz's sling. Fariz smiled happily at Andreas' praise. Clearly there was pride and happiness in Fariz's eyes.

" Hallo uncle, I'm Faiq Fariz said as he raised a tiny hand of money wriggling baby in his carry.

'' Hi, why are you so funny ?'' andreas' anxiety in the nearly two-week-old baby.

'' Where are you going ?'' ask Andreas .

'' In the sun mas let anget '' said Fariz, while stepping out of the house. Andreas followed the new father.

Outside, there was already sunlight that was starting to feel warm. Unlike the area in Alfiani which is now raining. In his village the sky looked bright, the sun was shining brightly.

Fariz was sitting in the yard next to the house. Sitting on a long bench followed Andreas .

'' Funny right Mas, so the marriage hunt Mas let mopet in love like this "lovely Fariz when he saw the enthusiastic face of Andreas on the tiny baby.

'' Soon wait for your blessing, Andreas said, making Fariz frown.

'' He meant ?''

'' I mean, I pinjem your son was here. Faiq here the same Om Andre said Andreas origin while taking baby Faiq from the lap of Fariz.

Not back to ask what the words Andreas ringing his phone rang. A video call from Alfiani. With a smile growing Fariz received the call.

'' Assalamualaikum Deck !" say hello to Fariz when it is connected. Hearing Fariz's greeting, Andreas reflex turned his head to the phone screen in Fariz's hand.

'' Wa'alaikumussalam greetings New father '' that voice, the voice that so long in long missed him . Andreas seemed frozen to see a beautiful face on the screen of the phone that looked cheerful smile. His heart thump seemed to jump from his chest cavity.

'' What else is the deck ?'' ask Fariz to his sister.

'' See it raining Mas, here it rained from dawn, there did not rain mas ?'' alfiani asked with a cheerful tone that was always visible on the look on the face.

'' It's not raining here hot, Mommy is the same Dad where?, so they ?'' cecar Fariz to his sister.

'' Mother is cleaning the kitchen again, Dad is taking a shower. Thank goodness everyone is healthy. Salwa how mas, healthy right?, continue to pound my handsome where ?''replace the Alfiani who was after Fariz with his question.

'' Salwa Alhamdulillah is well decked out. Nih ponakan your handsome '' said Fariz while pointing the phone towards Andreas . Not a tiny baby face in sight but a handsome face that never disappeared from his memory .

'' Assalamualaikum Al !" greet Andreas with a raised smile. Alfiani's petrified across there.

'' Wa'alaikumussalam mas. The two eyes met each other's eyes. They are both at a loss for words. Because there are too many unspoken words until the word is no longer able to be spoken verbally, but delivered through the eyes that emit a million flavors tucked in the chest.