Karma 2 (Najwa Humaira)

Chapter 39: Losing a Beloved Person

Omar sighed. His hand closed the bottle he offered Azzam. The same stubbornness as Abi. How will you persuade a broken heart? Realize that the middle condition is not good. Now can only be patient while trying to keep the man who is now considered as an older brother.

His heart also felt pain when patients who taught a lot about religious science had to go home. His regret brought him to the country of Indonesia to follow the funeral of Abi's corpse. Who knows the age? No one is a mystery.

The sound of ambulance sirens sounded loud as soon as it entered a village gate. The atmosphere out there is only a stretch of rice fields on the right and left sides. Time shows at eleven o'clock at night it seems like the residents are busy chatting behind blankets to ward off the piercing cold.

"Sir, we'll be here soon." the driver said without further ado, causing Azzam to open his eyelids.

The first view looks at the dome of the mosque which is indeed the tallest building compared to other buildings in the pesantren cottage area. Sad is natural, right? When the pain of loss can no longer be contained but still must be hidden. The feeling of tightness in the chest increasingly tampers the soul.

The sound of sirens was heard so clearly entering the courtyard of the boarding school cabin immediately seized the attention of those who were still on guard. Especially after what happened during the day. Abil asked the adult men to stand guard to protect all residents and he did not hesitate to join the patrol.

The dhikr chant continued to wet his lips, but the gaze of the eyes could not be separated from the moving object that drove slowly until it stopped right in the parking lot near the park where the children were training. One question was silent in his head. He didn't want to speculate until he saw his brother-in-law get off in the ambulance.

"De, why is Mas Azzam sad?" tanya lirih Mr. Mahmud the math teacher, made Abil shook his head slowly.

Not wanting to go with the flow of curiosity. Abil got up from his seat and walked quickly to Azzam. He could see the silent eyes, the tired face, the pale lips of the brother-in-law. My heart suddenly felt uncomfortable. The ambushing scent of death bound his consciousness.

After a few days it disappeared for important reasons. Why did Azzam come back like a lifeless statue? Where is the spirit of a man who has always been his idol? What happens until the body runs like an emotionless robot. The sadness is so obvious.

One thing for sure is that the brother-in-law is in ruins. Suddenly, a sturdy body that usually looks after all family members. Weak is helpless now. Pain that cannot be expressed. Enfolded the body of the brother into the arms. Shortness of being unable to withstand the roar of blocked tears.

A wet sensation on the shoulder is left without complaint. Silence in the middle of the night. Just a pent-up flavor-relieving hug befriends heartlessly without a word. All faint to the eyes of his own head. A gurney was taken down from inside the ambulance. That white cloth covered body, who?

The wind blew against the white cloth so Abil saw Abi's face. Nature welcomes the body that has been promoting the welfare of the residents of boarding schools. The leader who has always been a role model for his fellow men. Abi is a cleric by the nickname of a loving father.

"Innalillahi wainnailaihi. Break your heart, Ka. Let Allah keep Abi by His side. Let him be calm there. Comeing! We have to tell the others. That brother is our backrest. Stay strong because you're not alone." Abil encouraged the brother-in-law, although he himself had to refrain from staying calm.

Abi gives love as a father which will always be one of the reasons he is grateful in his life. Whoever he is at this time, it does not escape the influence of the adoptive father. The heart relationship is unique and always has a special space. He is still indebted as a child.

The news of Abi's passing spread so quickly as the breeze of the wind breathed freshness. Time dissolves but does not change the intentions of the human heart. People began to come to pay their last respects. All residents of gotong royong cottage prepared a place for mourners.

The fragrant fragrance of flowers spread throughout making some people whisper incoherently. All seemed silent, but did not reduce the solemn atmosphere of the mourners. While the nuclear family is gathering in the family room. Bella cries in Azzam's arms. Najwa hugged the Emir who was crying, while Abil was busy preparing everything assisted by Doctor Omar.

Likewise in the tomb area. The prayer accompanied the dark day of the Azzam family. The death of Abi became a blow to all the hearts that love the cleric. No wonder many hands are eager to be able to touch the coffin on the way to the tomb.

"Son, please let your Abi go. He was calm at Allah SWT's side. Look around you! They need leaders to get back up. Believe everything that happens is divine destiny." Mr. Ustad Zaki encouraged Azzam as a father because he was one of Abi's friends.

Azzam only smiled thinly while nodding slowly. Abil who stands on his left side always tries to maintain the balance of the body that can no longer stand. If he really is a leader. Why is the heart so cruel not to understand the loss of a part of life?

That's what Mr. Ustad Zaki said. A look of hopeful longing directed at him, "Abil, ask people to come to the lecture later tonight! I'll think of everything first."

"Mas, what's the rush? Do not force your heart when it is not ready. We are all human beings who understand the pain of losing a loved one. Bismillah, you can start everything with a calm heart." Bella advised her husband.

Which wife wants a husband to do rash acts? He was unable to stand in the position of Azzam but in reality before today's mourning. The sense of loss was already felt. Moments later, the mother's face came to memory. Now it's his turn to be the power of Azzam.

"Let's go! We exist for each other. Do not let go of my hand when the heart falls without a backrest because you have to go home complaining to your own home. Assalamualaikum, Abi. Bella said goodbye with Mas Azzam." continued Bella holding her husband's arm.

One by one they left the funeral. Including the Azzam family who chose to walk even though the distance to the boarding school took fifteen minutes. Sunlight shines so beautifully to welcome the dark morning. The warmth of the spread warms a tired body.

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...🍁Lost 🍁...

Unknowingly the roar of tears flowing down the cheeks.

It no longer feels like the world is collapsing.

The cloud was unable to withstand the tightness in the chest.