KUIKHLAS YOU'RE GONE
I went "good-bye"
Immediately I set foot leaving my son's final resting place. It was already dusk when I left. I walked down the street, no one accompanied me. Silence and quiet enveloped the twilight atmosphere this time. Sayup sayup I hear the sound of azan reverberating, I speed up my footsteps looking for a mosque or mosque for me to carry out his obligation of praying magrib. Alhamdulilah it does not have to be far I walk I have found the mosque that I am headed. As soon as I went inside, took the ablution water and waited for the time for congregational prayer to be performed. Before long waiting, the priest began to lead our worship. Peaceful, solemn and solemn feel up to the recesses of the heart. Gratitude of faith and health can still be part of carrying out his commands. After the completion of the prayer I immediately went out of the mosque to go to the bus terminal continued my initial plan to go to another city, looking for a new atmosphere and environment in continuing my life.
As I was waiting for the transport heading towards the terminal I saw across the street a man in confusion, there seemed to be a problem with his vehicle. Because I could not bear to see him, I immediately approached him to just ask and hopefully I can help him, I thought
"why's the car?" I said when I got close to him
I was surprised when I looked back because I heard my question, I asked again with the same question because it seemed he did not respond to my good intentions
"sorry, why is the car? is there anything I can help you with?" much
"oh yes mba, sorry. This is my car a flat tire but I'm confused how to install the spare tire, never mind"
"i also just came to this city, so I don't know where the nearest workshop is. Do you know where the nearest workshop is from here?" he said ask me. I see that the front tire on his right is severely deflated, it looks like it has been punctured by nails or something like that
"if from here a little far away the location of the workshop, but if allowed I can really help the mas to install the spare tire. I happen to be a little bit able" I said kindly to help him. Thank God I used to like to pay attention and help my father when changing tires and repairing project cars that are near the stalls understand my father is a odd job so anything is done from halal "the important thing is that the kitchen rose" is the philosophy of my father and family until now, so God willing a little more I know and can if only just change the tires
"Alhamdulilah, can you really? but will the clothes get dirty? is it okay what?" ask again
"God willing, I can do anything. Where is the jack tool, spare tire and conci"nya? already want dark, here a bit prone to crime when it's night" I said to immediately help him. Indeed, this area is prone to crime if night or day because it is a quiet place and far from the village of residents there are only public eaters
after everything is available, I immediately install the jack to slightly raise the car so that the tire can be slightly lifted, I open the flat tire with the key that he had provided. after the loose tires I replaced with spare tires. All the process is fast because I don't work alone, he deftly helps me so that the job is finished faster.
"Alhamdulilah is done mas" said I after finishing changing the tire
"yes, thank you very much for your help. I'm sorry but I'm a little rushed, because I haven't prayed magrib yet. This is a little rejeky for mba, please take yes" he said, handing over some of the hundred thousands that were taken from his wallet
"what is it, God willing, I am sincere. No need" I said refuse
"please accept yes mba, this is as a sign of my gratitude for the help of mba and my apology can not deliver mba because I have not prayed" he said forced. Because I did not want to make it difficult and make it long, I finally took the money he gave me.
"Thank you mas, hopefully add blessings rejueky mas and may mas congratulations to the destination and feel at home stay here.if you want to pray mas stay straight, just walk straight, not far from here there is a mosque on the right side of the road. I said yes, Assalamualaikum"
"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh, aamin.. Skali again thank you very much mba, ati ati on the road" he said again. I did not reply just smile back and thank God that before the public transportation that I had been waiting since I arrived, I immediately went up and headed to the bus terminal of my original destination.
At the terminal I was confused, where I was going, because I had not thought about which city I was going to. This departure of mine had never been thought of by me before, the reckless capital just thought I was. After weighing in, my choice fell to the capital. That's where I'm gonna change my life, bury all the bitter memories I've ever had and replace them with new memories that I hope will be even better. Goodbye town full of memories, goodbye to the past, I say goodbye. Bismillahs..
