La Tahla Don't Complain

behind his smile

The bright sun was burning hot on the skin when the phone at Ustadz Yashir's residence rang and was picked up by the man.

*Good day, is this the residence of Mr. Yashir...?

It was me alone. What's the matter sir...?

Do you know Fatih's brother..?

What's the matter sir...? Fatih my son..

I from the city police bogor reported that the car driven by the Fatih brothers had an accident in the peak area of bogor. And now fatih's brother and his wife are in hospital.

Innalillahi wa innaillaihi,

Which hospital, sir...?

Ok well I'll be there soon, thank you*.

After receiving news, the middle-aged man rushed to tell his wife and the Syafa family, booked a plane ticket and rushed to the hospital where Fatih and Syafa were being treated.

*Fatih.. Fatih my son wake up.....!

bi fatih bi....!

calm down pray all will be well - fine.....!

o God, my God, do not take my son*..!

a soft voice and a cry awakened fatih slowly he opened his eyes looking around him "abi.... "

madam Fatimah who was leaning on the shoulder of Ustadz Yashir immediately approached her son's bed when she heard the voice she so desperately missed calling out to him.

*Fatih... fatih.... You are okay - what son...?

This is umi son...!

Uumiy*....!  Reply fatih realized from his sleep, his eyes went around scratching something.

*Syafa.... Where is syafa mi...?

fatih want to see syafa*.....?

fatih moved trying to remove the infusion hose in his hand there was nothing he wanted to meet the most at this time besides shafa, he was very worried about his wife after all his consciousness returned and remembered the blood on the face of the shafa.

but fatih you're still sick, son, you'll see shafa later if you're better..!

madam fatimah tried to prevent her son.

mi's blood....!

fatih look at the bloody shafa...!

ustad yasir and madam fatimah.

*fatih will not calm down before seeing syafa mi...!

please send me fatih see syafa*...!

by forced madam fatimah deliver fatih to the ICCU room where Syafa is treated.

fatih and his parents also nadia up in a separate room. In front of the room were both the syafa parents and his younger brother sitting waiting in the space provided.

*Assalamualaikum.

Sapa ustadz yashir on ustadz mizan Syafa's father.

Wa'alaikumussalam, ustadz why Fatih was brought here, is not the condition...

It's better dad, I want to see Ayah syafa*...!

Refute to the question posed ustadz mizan just now. The young man looked confused, The two middle-aged men smiled understandably.

from behind the fatih glass saw his wife lying with various kinds of tubes stuck in her body her eyes closed as if she was asleep there were bruises on the right forehead and temples of her eyes.

after ustadz Yasir spoke to the fatih guard nurse and was allowed to meet Syafa, the nadia who pushed the fatih wheelchair ushered him into the isolation room and left the fatih and shafa.

fatih stood up with the rest of his strength he approached the shafa caressing his face kissing his forehead and hands with breath so tight he called out

" shafa my wife woke up baby "

mas is here...!!

silence no answer from the fatih syafa felt pain in his chest seeing the state of shafa, he said, he was so guilty that he allowed the shafa to go with him otherwise he would not have seen all the wounds on his body and his wife's face like this.

"Syafa wake up, please wake up"

the man bowed in tears before he felt his hand being held by someone

my mas....!

fatih turned his face to hear the call from the person who was very worried about him when his gaze was fixed on the woman who had beautiful eyes that were now removing the tears.

you wake up, honey...?

I'm sorry I made you like this....!

shafa shook his head in his tears with all his might he let out his voice.

*mas is not the wrong shafa who should apologize...!

forgive syafa mas....! (back to sniffling)

sorry to have made a wound in my heart...

sorry that shafa ruined your life...

the wrong shafa...

mas should not obey your desire to come, you should stay at home.

you're not wrong baby, wrong mas*...

Fatih sobbed, clasped her hands tightly, and kissed her many times. Shafa's tears are flowing more and more making it difficult for him to talk.

mas... forgive syafa...!

sorry because syafa is silent with our matchmaking even though sheafa realizes if it is not the syafa that you want.

fatih's forehead wrinkled, hearing the word shafa.

"you said what de "

There is nothing to be sorry about, the soul mate of death, the sustenance of God who rules.

*send sorry to Farah ya mas....!

sorry that Syafa has taken the mas from Farah*...!

Stunned for a moment, fatih heard the words of Shafa, since when his wife knew if her first love was farah. He ducked his grief at his heart growing.

I'm sorry that Syafa separated Farah from you.

*sorry because Shafa has closed his eyes to all the pain that you and Farah have been feeling all along.

I'm sorry I had to learn to love Syafa....

forgive Syafa mas....!

if Syafa goes later mas must pursue your love mas*.....!

Syafa's speech this time was presented with a bitter smile by fatih, his heart was riled to hear the word.

don't talk that no - no de '....!

you must have healed de'.....!

fatih shed tears not expect if all this time Syafa realized everything, not suspect if all this time shafa knows everything in his heart.

he could not deny if his love for Farah was ever so great but that was before he learned to love Syafa but now the love is much reduced, it is much less, now his love is the mother syafa of his future son who is lying in front of him at this time.

fatih cried restrained he grabbed the hand of shafa kissed him.

"i love you Syafa not Farah "

shafa shook his head with tears seeping in the corner of his eyes.

thank you for your love, sir.

remember me always in your heart.

get your real love.

and that's Farah not me...!

The words this time made the tears of fatih unbearable, her tightness had reached the limit until it was difficult to be held back by her narrow heart. He cried hugging his beloved wife kissed her and kissed the back of her hand.

the woman clasped his hand tightly guiding him to caress his face and hair behind his forehead to close his eyes again.

those words were the last he said before Syafa actually fell asleep for good, it turns out that the head collision experienced by the shafa caused a severe bleeding in his head that made the woman unable to survive.

Fatih was sitting down and tears were dripping back in the corner of her eyes realizing everything she had just experienced.

His beloved wife had left him with her child in her cage, leaving fatih alone.

for sure at this time fatih can still forget the woman, he said, hard-earned love he fertilizes to flourish and flower but he has not had time to smell the fragrance of the flower has fallen leaving him alone here with all the longing shackled.

*** La Tahla Don't Complain ***

days passed by the words spoken by the shafa when it was still ringing in the ear of fatih as if only yesterday the young man heard it. raises many questions and regrets in the heart, he said, the question of when his wife knew that Farah was his first love was also a sense of regret because he could not be frank with his wife so he created a wound in the heart of syafa.

late at night Fatih was cleaning up books scattered on the table when his eyes caught a medium-sized book, with a purple cover that read "me and you "it was a shafa, she said, fatih knew that he knew clearly the form of his writing because syafa often helped him fill the rapots of students.

slowly he opened the book.

the first page is about his wife's biodata, and the second page is about his family members, what he likes and other hal2. the next sheet contains daily also outpouring - the outpouring of the heart of the girl. fatih smiled only then he realized if his wife had a habit of writing like this, like this, but when viewed from its closed nature it is natural that syafa is accustomed to writing his complaints, because as far as fatih knows syafa is not a girl who easily tells the problems of her life to others.

sheet by sheet he read back so much that it was written to make fatih know if she put her heart on him since he was in college in cairo and came home on vacation, it was long before he met Farah. knowing the moment - when the girl stole his gaze and loved his silence - silence managed to make the fatih smile until on one page the young man fell silent.

July 20th, 2014

when the heart is attached to a beauty will it be able to reach me and I know if the beauty is not looking at me but at him my best friend.

then what should I do..?

will I have to keep fighting...?

or does this struggle have to end....?

now I am in a big dilemma, yes he is a young man who I have long been silent - silent lately I know he seems to put his heart on my best friend Farah. yesterday I found out she was watching Farah and when I noticed that Farah was doing the same thing to her, shut up the girl was watching her.

you know how tight my heart was at that time...? I couldn't do much, because I realized that my love for all this time was a silent love - silence.

what am I supposed to do...?

should I be angry at Farah....?

or do I have to retreat because of it...?

August 1, 2014

today my milad, umi cooks many of my favorite foods.I am happy because of it but there are things that make me happier today.

Abi wants my wedding...!

he offered to match me with someone and you know who that young man is...?

Akhi Fatih, Yashir's son...!

the young man whom I had been dreaming of - wanted to be a companion for life.how could I dare to refuse the offer of father.

because I was too happy to accept the offer. but.... now I began to doubt whether the decision was correct. ..?

August 9th, 2014

there are really no words I can say to express how happy I am right now,

he accepted this match....!

and will come to propose tomorrow afternoon, Allah favors what else I can deny from you.

August 10th, 2014

I haven't seen Farah and Astri since I had fatih this afternoon.I don't know what happened to them.I don't know, I don't know, all I know is the tense face of fatih after I say the sentence if I accept this engagement.

what did he see..?

will he see Farah...?

did I indirectly hurt Farah....?

I'm sorry, God, I didn't mean to hurt her. I just wanted to make sure that no one would snatch aki fatih from me after this.

September 16th, 2014

I'm late to see him...!

I was so surprised when I got the news that Farah was going to leave Palembang this morning, she will continue her school in the pesantren in east Java. I want to see him because Father and son no forced me to take aki fatih. I don't know what will happen to them later I don't care, I don't care, all I know is that I wanted to hug Farah just once before she left. I was guilty of her.

farah I'm sorry...!

forgive me for being too selfish and selfish about my own desires without caring about your feelings...!

forgive me for being too afraid to lose her...!

forgive me for being more concerned with love than our friendship...!

i´m sorry...!

we had left early in the morning because fatih had been riding a motorcycle at high speed but God said another we were stuck in traffic at an unusual hour of traffic jam and as a result we were late to meet him.

there is nothing I can get but regret for not coming early and not having time to apologize directly to Farah.

December 19th, 2014

Farah I am happy at this time I have officially become a wife.no words that I can say other than deep gratitude to God the creator of life farah. and also an apology thank you.

sorry for taking it from you

and thank you for your departure for making his worries disappear.

now I promise to take care of her wholeheartedly, to be her best wife.

may you have a better husband than her.

***

the sheet was the last sheet read by fatih. afterwards he could no longer read the next sheet.His heart was too tight to just recall the painful moments.

now he knows the long struggle that shafa did for years and years also because his behavior indirectly he had incised a wound on the heart of his wife.

to be continue