KUIKHLAS YOU'RE GONE

Dream "Meet Him"

I was in a very large field in green grass with a white robe and veil attached to my body. Silent, quiet in this place is just the calmness I feel here. I looked around and looked around, There was not a single tree or flower, only a very large field with no end of the base

"where am I? Am I dead? is this what Alan calls the grave?" thought I

As I was trying to guess where I was right now, my eyes focused on what was in front of me, faintly seeing someone walking slowly towards me, slowly getting closer. After his existence began to be clear because the distance was not too far away I could see it turned out he was an old man who was holding a small baby, a little baby, maybe if I don't think it's wrong the baby is the same age as my son's house. They were the same as wearing white clothes like the one I was wearing right now. Slowly but surely they approached me, after he was right in front of me, I could see an old man, his face was white and there was a light adorning his face. He smiled sincerely at me

"Assalamualaikum son, why are you just silent? are you confused where you are now" he asked in a very gentle tone as he continued to smile at me.

I looked at him carefully, and I did not forget that I also saw the baby he was carrying.

A face that is familiar to me, a face that I always remember and imprinted in my heart and memory, my angel, my baby. Yes, it turns out that the baby that was carried by the grandfather was my nayaku. I was silent, tears could not be filled. I cried not for sadness but these were happy tears because I was able to meet again with the fruit of my heart that I so longed for. I dare not immediately take it from the sling of the grandfather, I just keep quiet, with tears that keep dripping

"grandfather, is this really my son's cake? can I carry him? I miss him so much, even so much" I begged the grandfather and ignored his previous question

"Assalamualaikum son, answer my greetings first. After that you can hold and hold her" replied the grandfather to me

"Oh my God, I forgot.. Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh. forgive me cake, for being too happy to be reunited with my son, I forgot to answer greetings from you" I replied condolences and felt guilty to grandfather

"it's okay, son, I can tell him. This is your son, carry him and hug him" he replied, handing over my son

"he cake, thank you" without many words immediately I took my son from his carrier, I hugged and I kissed my son. All parts of his face and all of his body I kissed nothing was missed. I hugged her tiny body that was very fragrant, beautiful eyes that always radiated the light of love with a smile on her face finally back I can see.

"id, Ade, Umi kangen very much with Ade. Thank you God for reuniting the servant with the servant. Servant has no regrets about your destiny, O Allah" I said as I continued to hug and kiss my son

"son are you happy with this meeting?" ask your grandfather after a while

"son, who said you were dead? you are only in your subconscious, the almighty God allows you to meet your late son for a moment, son, to tell and show you that your child is happy and at ease by his side, look at your child. Look how happy he is here, then you should be happy to be in nature. Your life is still long, there will come a time when you will be filled with people who sincerely love you, take care of you and give you a lot of happiness. Therefore, be patient and keep trying to be a good person and useful to the crowd" the grandfather message

"but cake, I don't want it. All I want is to be with my son" I don't want to part with my son anymore

"no son, you will definitely regroup with your son, but later, not now.

you must come to your senses, go back to living your life, son. Remember you must be sincere, your son is calm and happy here" after saying that slowly my grandfather and son disappeared from my arms. I cried and kept crying asking for my son to come back

"no cake, I don't want to, please give me back my son, don't separate us anymore cake, please" I asked as I continued to beg

"miss what are you aware of? this lady boss seems to have come to a realization, I'll call the doctor to check on her"

"yes, let me be here guarding him" I heard someone speaking

slowly I opened my eyes, the light of the lamp blinding my eyes.

"My head hurts so much" I said as my consciousness was about to recover

"yes, miss, soon the doctor will come to check on you" said a man right by my bedside.

I didn't answer, my eyes were staring around. The walls were white and the pungent smell of medicine instantly absorbed my sense of smell. Well I soon realized where I was. It turned out that it was just a dream, a dream that if I could choose I would rather stay there, gather with my son. But the truth is I'm alive and the message from the old man will always be remembered that my son is calm and happy there, I must be sincere. My life is still long here, I have to keep trying to be a better person and be useful to many people. Thank you God for bringing me with my son, even if only briefly and in a dream but I am so grateful, my longing is healed. Inshaa Allah I am sincere and will strive to be a better human being in the future