It's up to God

Destiny is Never Wrong

During the day, the sun was so hot, the light reflected the glass of the car that Nadira was carrying. Nadira picks up Hafiz alone at school because Ammar has some business to do. Nadira drove slowly even though the streets were quiet and quiet, he still prioritized safety. Not many vehicles passed. This quiet road makes Nadira can quickly reach Hafiz school.

A few minutes later, Nadira finally arrived at his destination. Some children have been picked up by their parents, some are picked up by the driver with their caregivers. For both people are equally busy working, it is always pay a nanny to take care of the needs of their children, and there is a special driver to take the child. Now at the school, the rest of Hafiz and some other children who have not been picked up.

Hafiz who was with Mother Farah, immediately ran— approached Nadira.

"Hafiz, the road is slow, so as not to stumble," said Farah's mother.

Nadira catches the embrace of Hafiz who is now in his arms.

"Masyaa Allah, this handsome and pinter mama's son. How's learning? Hafiz happy not?" nadira asked as she kissed her son.

"Alhamdulillah, his school (learn it) selu (cry), Ma. Hafiz happy. You see, his sugar mother (gurunya) ba .. ik very same Hafiz. Hafiz also has many friends." Hafiz told me cheerfully. Hafiz's age is still slurred, so sometimes parents or adults who are listeners, must be patient to let them finish the story or conversation.

Farah's mother, who had been following Hafiz for fear that her protege had fallen, was now standing in front of Nadira and Hafiz. He smiled and was moved by Hafiz's reply. Nadira who realized Farah's whereabouts, immediately stood up.

"Mother Falah (Farah)!" greet Hafiz while giving her adorable sweetest smile.

"This mother, the teacher who taught my son?" nadira asked, looking at Farah with a look as if she knew the teacher.

"Yes, Mom. Hafiz his son is quick to respond, so it looks superior to his friends. Did Hafiz previously learn many things about the science of education, such as animal names, fruit, recognize letters of the alphabet, and others?" asked Farah who was curious about Hafiz's intelligence.

"Yes, Mom. We did teach Hafiz a few things before he went to school. His son is really God, we teach it once, can be understood immediately," replied Nadira enthusiastically. "Oh yeah, we haven't met, Mom. Me, Nadira. His mother Hafiz," he said introducing himself while giving a hand to shake.

"Yes, Miss Nadira. Greetings. Me, Farah." Farah shook Nadira's hand gently with a smile. Farah's mother is famous for her cheap smile and the most patient teacher in dealing with the behavior of her students. This can be seen from the way he mediates fights between students and noisy children or other things that make adults in general can raise the volume when overwhelmed in advising children. No wonder Farah became the favorite teacher of children.

Nadira noticed Farah's familiar face.

"Sorry, Mom. Have we met before, right? The face of Farah's mother is no stranger. It seems like I've seen it," Nadira said while remembering.

Farah's mother raised her eyebrows. He was shocked by Nadira's confession.

"Oh, huh? Maybe my face is indeed a market time yes, Mom. Don't be a face, my name is a big market. Hehe ...!" Farah responded casually as she felt, had never met Nadira before.

"It's possible, ma'am, but I feel familiar with Ms. Farah's face. Emm, yes, yes. Forgetit. We'll take care of it, Mom." Nadira finally chooses to go home before solving the mystery that just came.

"Yes, Mom. Be careful on the road" Farah said, responding to Nadira's words. Then he said to Hafiz, "Till you meet tomorrow, Hafiz." The smile of the woman with the tooth was so sweet.

Along the way, Nadira's mind was still fixed on the figure of the teacher who taught Hafiz. His mind just kept running. He tried to remember, whether he had met Farah before or was it true, what Farah said that the face of the market.

Nadira's indiscretion made his car almost hit a two-wheeler driver who was in front.

Hafiz who was looking, spontaneously shouted.

Nadira immediately stepped on the black matic car brake pedal. Nadira. The sweat immediately splashed. His heart was beating very fast.

"Almost, just!" said Nadira, sighing heavily.

"Mama's daydreaming, huh?" tanya Hafiz looked at her mother's face.

"No, Honey. Maybe it's because my mom is tired" Nadira said, trying to cover up her true feelings.

They also continued their journey back.

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Arriving home, Nadira now remembered. Farah is Jerry's fiancee. Nadira sighed, trying to wipe the tears so that there were not many questions there was his son who now his curiosity continues to grow.

Nadira tells Hafiz to enter the room and change his clothes. Hafiz has been taught independently, ranging from eating, bathing, and changing clothes themselves.

Nadira went into his room. Putting his body on the bed. Tears that had been held back, now came out with a rush. The old wound that had been buried, as if it was dug by itself by the life of Nadira at this time. After years of trying to forget everything, to be reunited with Ammar, why are people in the past even present again? Nadira never asked for his destiny like this, but fate always played with him.

When Nadira cried. Shortly after, Ammar returned home. Ammar was able to enter without asking the householder to open it, because he had a spare key.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Papa came home," said Ammar greeted with a reply greetings from the son.

Hafiz, who had finished changing his clothes, approached his father. Ammar hugged and carried his beloved son. Then, his feet stepped, towards his room and Nadira. Ammar's smile was lost when he heard his wife's cry. Ammar hurriedly entered and saw the wife who had been exhausted limp on the mattress. Nadira's tears wet the sheets.

Ammar took Hafiz down from his carrier.

"Why are you, honey?" ammar asked, lifting up his wife's body. Then the body of the wife.

Nadira is unable to speak. Her tears represented her. Ammar let his wife cry and waited for her to be ready to tell a story. Hafiz wondered why her mother was crying.

Ammar asks Hafiz to go to his playroom.

"Hafiz to the playroom first, yeah. Papa will come there. Mama Hafiz wants to rest first, he said as he stroked Nadira's back.

After Hafiz left. Nadira just told me what happened today. Ammar was surprised to hear that. During the day, they meet Jerry and today, Nadira meets Farah. He feels weird. However, what happens in life, there is no coincidence. Everything that happens is God's will. God is never wrong in determining the destiny of man. There are always good things behind the problems that happen in life. Although it is often made battered by reality, slapped by hope, and confused by thoughts that continue to be noisy, but life must continue. We must believe that God will never test beyond one's limits. As Allah says in Surah Al Baqarah (2) verse 286.

Laa yukallifullohu nafsan illaa wus'ahaa, lahaa maa kasabat wa 'alaiha maktasabat, robbanaa laa tu-aakhiznaaa in nasiinaaa akhtho-naa, robbanaa wa laa tahmil 'alainaaa ishrong kamaa hamaltahu 'alallaziina ming qoblinaa, lah, robbanaa wa laa tuhammilnaa maa laa thooqota lanaa bih, wa'fu 'annaa, waghfir lanaa, war-hamnaa, angta maulaanaa fangshurnaa 'alal-qoumil-kaafiriin

It means: "God does not burden a person except according to his ability. He gets (merit) from (virtue) he does and he gets (torture) from (evil) he does. (They prayed), "Our Lord, do not punish us if we forget or we make a mistake. Our Lord, do not burden us with a heavy burden as You have burdened those before us. Our Lord, do not give us what we cannot bear. Forgive us, forgive us, and have mercy on us. You are our protector, so help us to confront the disbelievers.""

Ammar calmed Nadira, until Nadira finally fell asleep because of physical and mental fatigue. Ammar could not bear to see his wife had a deep trauma due to past injuries. Ammar hoped that God would give her more strength and patience to continue to rise to be a strong woman. Ammar tried as much as possible to maintain and give happiness to Nadira. May Ammar truly be home to Nadira.

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