Karma 2 (Najwa Humaira)
Chapter 40: Event Waiting
The atmosphere of the pesantren hut looks crowded like never before. The mourners still go back and forth to say condolences to the Azzam family. The faces of the sad people did not expect the cleric to go home so quickly at the age of sixty-four years.
Though if seen physically, then he is a man who maintains health is not even inferior to today's children. But age, who can know until when the heart still beats? No one but the Supreme One. Destiny for every person in the mortal world.
Time passes so fast. Sunlight runs towards the contest welcoming the moon to accompany the dim night. As Azzam said that the night will be a special meeting after the recitation but see the situation with the condition of the body weakened.
Bella asked Abil to accompany her husband for this moment because he could not come along. The teaching held in the mosque of the boarding school is filled by the congregation along with the children of the boarding school. Not spared the arrival of local residents who helped the event.
While waiting for the time of the event, Azzam sat in a special room commonly used by Abi to discuss with the board of boarding schools. The man stared at the proud seat of his father. The sense of loss ambushed the heart, he tried his hardest to be sincere. Although it's very difficult.
"Ka, I don't know what else to say." Abil patted Azzam's shoulder. She hoped that her brother would let go of the shackles of sadness from the bottom of his heart. "Are you sure of the decision ...,"
What should continue? Even the throat feels so dry. Hunger no longer greets. One of the concerns of his heart is the fragility of his brother-in-law. An ordinary man was mature and sturdy as strong as steel. Today sculpts helplessly with the look of fragile eyes without a backrest.
He knew that Abi was the source of Azzam's spirit. In this world, the person that his brother loved the most was his father. It is not strange when the sense of loss becomes a real emotional ruin. However, nothing can be done but sincerely let go because everything has become a suratan destiny.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas." The sound of greetings with the knock on the door distracts Abil.
The young man turned his head in return for a warm greeting, then let an uninvited guest into the room. A middle-aged man with a misty appearance who walked up to him spread the scent of semribit perfume. Too stinging as if one bottle was spent disposable.
"Please sit down, sir." Abil extended a hand, allowing the father to sit before him. "This man, who? Then what's the need?"
A glance was fixed on Azzam, but the body was forced to sit down without wanting to arouse suspicion because his heart's intention was all he could know. "I'm sorry for interrupting the break, Mas Azzam and Nak Abil. Actually you came here to say condolences directly."
"Thank you, sir." replied Abil as he cupped his hands together, making the father nod slowly. The eyes flinched because the waiting time had already passed two minutes. "Azzam, everyone must have been waiting. Are we leaving now?"
"Sir, let's move to the mosque." asked Abil without hesitation.
The young man did not notice the change in the face of the father who was reluctant to leave his seat. Want, do not want, finally the three men of different ages left the special room with footsteps down the hallway of the building that is usually used as the office of the administrators and teachers until out of the yard.
Where from the mosque is still playing the melodious chants of the Holy Quran recited by the children of the boarding school in turns to fill the time. All of that with just one hope, loss becomes a good prayer for the cleric. The great love in the heart of every child is the result of actions during life.
"Pig!" The Emir half ran towards Azzam. The young man looked lethargic but was still trying to look fine. "Emir wants to come to the mosque."
"Come! How are you and others?" ask Azzam. He does not want to reduce the communication that has been built for a long time.
The Emir's presence made him aware of the responsibilities of a father. If Abi used to be a father and mother for him. Then why did it fall? Tired may be, but every fragile person must be able to rise again. Life does not give for free because in every phase it is only about real learning.
A smile adorns a face that is unable to hide the look of lost eyes. "Thank God be good, Abi. We are all there for each other. Why should I be afraid? Look at it later, grandpa would be proud his family kept each other."
"My niece is really smart and smart. Uncle salute you, Emir. Isn't that right, Ka Azzam?" abil asked as he rubbed the head of the Emir who now stood between him and his brother-in-law.
A momentary chatter diverts the sorrow in the heart. The three men of different ages were not even aware of the footsteps walking away from them. The steps that returned entered into the hallway of the building with a worried look were wary. The atmosphere was indeed quiet and it was favorable for him.
"Thank God it wasn't locked" the Father opened the door of a special room and rushed inside. He closed the door so that no one would see his presence.
The gaze of the eye examined every corner of the room. Whatever he will do must be very careful, then it is better to remember each position of the goods before starting to do a search. It all comes without exception. After feeling that nothing was left unturned, he began to execute his duties.
Rows of books, books, files became the first target. His impatient sense of making him randomly rummage made the room a little messy. The search for some time without regard to the sound of the mosque. "Hey, where exactly is the item I'm looking for? Must be the old man keeping it in this room, right?"
