Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??

Hijab

Tok.dok..

"Assalammualaikum kyai" said Pastri while holding the Rose.

"Walaikumsalam, who is it.??" said Kyai Usman's wife from inside the house.

"This is my buk, Lastri, one of the students' mothers, Pak Kyai, I need help buk" said Mbak Lastri explained.

"Ohh yes yes, a moment", said Pak kyai's wife immediately opened the door of the house.

How shocked the wife of Pak Kyai saw the madrassa of Lastri who was bored with the staggering Rose and wearing clothes that were not worth seeing.

"Astagfirullahh, why is this buk..??, why is his son dressed like this and his behavior like a drunk" said Pak Kyai's wife petrifiedly memapah Roses sitting on the guest sofa.

"We had a disaster buk, buk can help lend my son a blanket to cover his aura" said Mr. Lastri to Pak Kyai's wife.

"Wear this only buk", said the wife of Pak kyai released her facial superior, it just so happened that she had just finished praying tahajud when Pastri and Rose knocked on the door.

"We ran away from his birth mother Rose buk, we came here to ask for help from mom and Pak kyai" said mbk Lastri expressed the intention of coming to the house of Pak kyai tangah this evening.

Pastri told me everything that happened to him, who he was and who the Roses were, and what had happened to the Roses until it could be like this.

"Astagfirullahhal'azim..., O Allah where his maternal instincts, how can he make his own flesh blood like this, yes it has calmed down first here, I call Pak kyai first", said Pak kyai's wife passed to the room.

Madam Lastri just nodded while putting Rose to sleep on the sofa.

He shut the door so Geyna wouldn't know they were here.

"Assalammualaikum mbak" said Pak kyai and immediately his gaze was fixed on the rose.

"Walaikumsalam mr. Kyai, sorry to disturb, I do not know who else to ask for help" said mbk Lastri with glassy eyes.

"My wife has told me what happened to Mbak and Roses, preferably mbak and Roses while hiding here, if the Roses are recovered I will find a place to live for you", said Mr. Kyai pacifying mbak Lastri.

"Thank you sir, thank you buk", said Mr. Lastri as he leaned over and kissed Mr. Kyai's wife's hand.

"It's been buk already, this is our obligation as fellow humans, let me take to the room" said Pak kyai's wife.

"I sleep on the couch, I wait for the Rose to wake up, afraid she will be scared again when she wakes up" said Pastri sitting next to the sleeping Rose.

"Yes we have stayed first, take a rest, you are safe here" said Pak Kyai's wife.

Pastri nodded and rested beside the Rose.

That night Pastri did not move from his seat, he accompanied the Rose who slept soundly, sometimes Mawar delirious fear maybe considering the incident in the room of the mansion.

"What more trials are these, O God, we just want to live a quiet life, My rose, what a shame your fate son" said Pastri stroking the sleeping Rose.

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"Ibukkkkk..!!!", cried the Rose when he woke up from his sleep.

Pastri's brother who was still sleeping, was shocked and woke up, then approached the Rose.

"Relax baby, it's mom, you're safe now" said Mbak Lastri to calm the rose.

The rose looked at her mother, and then at once her crying broke out.

"It's a pity don't cry" said Mbak Lastri hugging Roses.

"The man touched the Rose buk, he touched the Rose's cheek and chest, he kissed the Rose's cheek" said Rose, crying.

"It's a pity, I know, but Thank God you are still safe baby, you are still a respectable girl, still holy" said Mbak Lastri trying to calm the rose.

"If my mother did not come to help the Roses, maybe the Roses are destroyed now buk" said Roses.

"Most importantly, we are safe now, baby" said Mr. Lastri.

He lamented to himself, why did his own birth mother expect the destruction of her own son.???, where was his conscience, murmured the Rose in heart, his tears dripping again.

"Roses, have you woken up.??" said Pak kyai's wife out of her room.

Rose sat down and looked at her mother, she did not know who she was.

"This is Mr. Kyai Usman's wife, I don't know who else to ask for help, so I bring you here" said Mr. Lastri.

"Thank you buk, already want to help mother and Rose" said Rose kissed the back of the hand of Pak kyai's wife.

"Yes, my rose is only carrying out my duties as a fellow Muslim.

Oh yes, my husband went to the mosque for dawn prayer, you should take a bath and pray as well, let your heart be calm, this is a dress for mbak and Roses, and the face", he said", said Pak Kyai's wife handed over the pile of clothes and the face she brought.

"Thank you buk", said mbak Lastri invite Roses to the room indicated by Pak kyai's wife.

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After bathing and morning prayers, Rose saw the veil neatly folded on the bed.

He took it and stroked it.

"Bukk, whose headscarf is this.??" said Roses.

"That's the hijab from Pak Kyai's wife, make you a rose" said Mbak Lastri as she folded her face.

Roses kept looking at the hijab, since childhood he wanted to be veiled like a mother, but mother always said it was not time for a veiled rose.

Maybe this is a good time for her to be in bed.

The rose walked to the front of the mirror.

She tried to wear the veil she had in her hand.

Lastri's brother who saw the Roses knew that the Roses wanted to be veiled, he then approached the Roses and confirmed the Rose hijab.

They looked in the mirror.

The eyes of the Roses and the Lastri mbak are glassy.

"Buk Roses wear hijab, can the Roses not take it off like mother.??" said the Rose shed tears, and continued to look at the mirror.

"Yesaaa yes dear, sure, now you can hijab, Alhamdulillah ibuk has a child who wants to close the awrah" said mbak Lastri hugging the Rose.

"Oh, how about if mommy looks for us, I don't want to go back there.??" said Roses.

"Relax baby, we pray that the mother never finds us" said Pastri, who kissed the Rose on the forehead.

"Let's go to the kitchen, help Mr. Kyai's wife cook" said Mr. Lastri walking out of the room followed by the Rose.

Mr. Kyai's wife who was cooking in the kitchen saw the coming of the Rose and his mother.

His eyes were on the rose.

"God, you are so beautiful Rose" said Pak Kyai's wife stroking the head of the Rose.

"Thank you buk, hopefully I can continue to wear it" said Rose.

"Aminnn" said Pak kyai's wife.

Pastri went to the kitchen and helped his wife cook and clean up other household chores.

While the rose tidied up and swept helped her mother as much as she could.

They have been helped enough by pak kyai and his wife, their turn now to return the favor, even if only with their energy.