Lazuardi Love

LAZUARDI LOVE #184

Chiyome could only stand glued to stare at the mound of land that was still wet.he was exhausted, both physical and mental.stone sliced in the romanji script, the name of the mother.

......FITRI......

...Born; Gorontalo July 28, 1998...

...Died; Shiga, July 30, 2028...

the father was invisible there. all day Kameie locked himself in his room and did not want to be found by anyone, even his children.

Chiyome understands what makes her father do so. losing our loved ones is like living a life without the spirit of life.become a grass look better.on the stampede or eaten by animals, the, it has become a boon because it has lived its life purpose as a food of herbivores.

Kenzie stood behind the wife, not knowing what to do. he who could even melt his wife's monster nature this time was confused in his attitude. Kenzie is afraid of wrongdoing even muddy Chiyome's mood.

for how many hours the three of them passed until Iechika's call awakened Chiyome from the silence of her mind.

"Come in.. You've been there for most of the day.do you want to catch a cold?" call Iechika half-reproving.

Chiyome sighed and took a deep breath.he wiped the tears that had drenched his white cheeks and turned to look at Kenzie and Sandiaga.

"Hubby.." Chiyome's hoarse voice stirred up her novelty.

at once Kenzie went forward to grab the wife's body and hugged her tightly. "Don't hold Wiffy. spill it. There's my chest here." whispered Kenzie softly.

the inner motivation of the husband evokes a feeling of longing that culminates in the mother. Chiyome thought nothing of it, shedding her heart, flooding her husband's clothes with her tears that instantly broke.Tearing the stillness of the land beside Lake Biwa that was approached by the savannah with a heartbreaking cry. Kenzie himself cried, but without a sound. His jaw tightened trying not to make a sound whether it was lamentation or complaint. trying to look more rigid so that the wife did not feel that she lost her footing.

the sword is whispering the sound of the blade.you scabbard, son.don't let it draw....

"Is Wiffy satisfied?" ask Kenzie softly.

Chiyome as much as she pleased with her stuffing, buried her face in her husband's chest in the middle of his small body that was immersed in the man's arms. Iechika herself had already called Sandiaga.

"Let your mother pour out her grief.let's go with uncle." invite Iechika in broken Indonesian.

"Ojisan... dozo.." answered Sandiaga then stepped away from Iechika. the man was flabbergasted for a moment, not expecting the ponakan to speak Japanese fluently. But, is that not natural? her mother is japanese.

the two lovebirds are still lingering there. Kenzie grabbed and cupped his wife's face. "Wiffy. there I am. You are not alone in the face of the earth.do not be too late in grief. If we are patient, God will give us something better as an antidote to the heart."

Chiyome looked at her husband's face deeply. "Hubby... won't leave Wiffy, will you?"

Kenzie smiled and then gently kissed his wife's lips with a hoarse voice, he replied. "How can I let you go, dear?. My body... and my soul is poisoned by your love."

back Chiyome cried, but this time she was comforted at least, the sentence that Kenzie had spoken just now became a sad medicine.

"Before we go, let's pray Okaa-San.maybe, mother as good as her, God put in the best place" said Kenzie cheered.

Chiyome finally nodded.still in her husband's arms.the woman looked at her mother's navel.

*Alhamdulillah... Okaa-San is now detached from world affairs. Calm down Okaa-San. as long as I exist, my prayers will continue to bounce for you.inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi rooji'un... everything will go back to being nothing.

Allahummaghfirlaha...

O Allah. forgive my mother.Please love my mother*...

after chanting a prayer shirking in his heart, Chiyome invited Kenzie to leave the place.The two stepped still in a hugging position, leaving the savanna area on the edge of Lake Biwa.

...******...

this is the second mourning day.In Indonesian custom, mourning is celebrated for seven days in a row. usually done salamatan like kenduri. Gorontalo people call it mongaruwa.

but because the surrounding population is not Muslim and impressed individualists, the event is only held at home.

that night, Sandiaga showed his skills reciting the holy book of the Qur'an in QS. The Al-Mulk. Ienaga was amazed to see such a small child was able to read the scriptures smoothly. Keitaro Yasuyori and Keitaro Yasinori shook their heads in astonishment.

"Where did you put this boy in the temple until he read the book?" yasuyori asked Chiyome.

Chiyome just smiled flatly. Kenzie replied in English, "We put it into the Al-khairaat boarding school."

"Pesantren?.." Yasuyori muttered, "Al-khairaat?.." he said softly.

"Let's say it's some kind of shorinji temple, or some other Buddhist temple, but in this case, it's a pesantren" Kenzie replied.

Yasuyori. "Is there a temple in Indonesia for Muslims? amazing... this little boy.." he praised, no longer forward the sentence.

Kenzie just smiled.

while in his possession, Kameie heard the voices of the grandson chanting the recitation of the Qur'an. Unknowingly, his tears flooded back.

...*****...

Kameie was curious about a woman who served their consumption needs during meetings.he did not talk much, either because he did not understand Japanese or was indeed an introvert.

Kameie stared at the watch on her wrist.the time showed at 3.15 pm. It seemed that the woman in white uniform had hurriedly entered a room. the man looked at some of his friends and colleagues who were drifting in the food, he himself was not tasteful and chose to rise.

"Eh, where are you going?" ask Hitoshi.

"Dispose." answered Kameie briefly and then turned around to leave the room.

he followed in the footsteps of the woman and found the room he had entered, but a female employee intercepted him.

"Where is my master going?" ask the officer politely.

"The girl in the blue uniform...What is she doing in this room?" ask Kameie slowly.

the employee smiled, "Oohhh. This next room is a special room for worship for Muslim visitors" he replied. "So soon, he was going to perform his worship."

"Muslims?" ask Kameie softly.

the officer nodded. "He's a TKW from Indonesia."

"But, as far as I am concerned. Muslim women must wear brackets that reach the chest, right?" ask Kameie. "As I see the same Turkish people in Tokyo's Masiid Camee."

"Hijab?" guess the officer.

Kameie nodded. The officer smiled again. "Later, my lord asked him.I don't really understand."

the employee then asked him politely to leave the room. Kameie left the room still curiously.the man returned to the room where the meeting was held.

"Where have you been, Saburo?" tanya Tasuku mentioned the middle name of the man.The father was indeed more pleased to call his son by that name.

My bag knits eyebrows. "Wast water? you're not playing games with me, are you?"

Kameie smiled again, while her best friend Ienaga soon appeared and sat behind Kameie.

"Aman Bro. everything is as you want." said Ienaga softly.

Kameie looked a little. "Good."

Tasuku nodded. "Then, I left first.I guess my lord Hidesato was waiting at the headquarters." the man got up and took his assistant Hitoshi.The man bowed for a moment and then got up and followed his master's steps.

Kameie let all her friends have fun, while she herself bounced back out of the room. Ienaga got up to follow him.The two walked down the aisle.

"How far have you seen Heita Masakado in a relationship with Iwashu Kai?" ask Kameie.

"You will find it yourself. I have placed some of our men in the north.I guess, it is more than enough to be able to monitor the movements of the people of Masakado." replied Ienaga.

both continue down the hallway. "Oh yeah, I need you to investigate something." Pinta Kameie.

"About what?" ask Ienaga.

"In this place, there is a TKW from Indonesia. I want you to find out about him. report it to me tomorrow." pinta Kameie.

"Alright." said Ienaga then stopped and turned around leaving Kameie.

the man himself stepped out of the place.

...******...

Kameie nodded as Ienaga handed over a large envelope containing data about the woman. the man left his burly body covered in the Irezumi knit wrapped in a long-sleeved, thin silk shirt that disguised the knob.

"Is there anything else I should do for you?" ask Ienaga.

"Nothing for today" Kameie said. "But you have to keep coordinating with your flock, we have to keep a close eye on the hornless Iwashu Kai people."

Ienaga momentarily glanced at the envelope in Kameie's grasp. "Is that woman Iwashu Kai's informant?" ask Ienaga.

Kameie silently stared at the large envelope in her hand. "I'll investigate it myself."

Ienaga. "Alright, then, I go first." he said then got up leaving the room.

Kameie opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of personal data along with a 12 R photo of the woman.

"A unique name.... Dg Fitri. Mitana Lasabang.." muttered Kameie. her eyes continued to read all the data of the woman.

...******...

Fitri was stunned to hear the sentence that came out of his manager's mouth. fired? this is not possible.the woman felt that she had done nothing wrong while working there.Even the staff admitted it. But the restaurant manager even made a wrong decision to him.

the woman was biting her lower lip.how can she connect life in this country. The contract is still long. still four years and during that time, every year he had to pay money services to his agent. now he is fired. How should he fulfill that annual obligation? how should he support his daughter he left behind in Poso? should she lower her pride as a Muslim woman?

"You don't have to worry, Fitri" said the manager. "Even if you're no longer working here, I'll charge you three times your severance pay, and I recommend you to work here."

the manager gave me a card. Fitri accepted it and read what was on the card.

"This guy is Kameie Saburo Mochizuki. he owns that little restaurant. I think it's good luck to see you if you work for him." said the manager then handed him a thick envelope. that was his severance fee as promised. tripled.

...******...

Kameie stared at the face she could not forget since the accidental meeting, and this time, the woman wore a hijab that made her appearance more charming the view of the genyosha man.

Fitri himself never looked directly at Kameie's face but as little as glancing at it because it was surprising, the man did not touch at all the map containing the job application letter.

"Sir... Is there something wrong with me?" ask Fitri gently.

the question manages to get Kameie thrown back into reality and she stutters. "Ti-no. I'm just a little surprised."

Fitri raised his eyebrows and his innocent face again made Kameie really stricken with thought paralysis.The man tried to find reasons that can be used as a backup so that he did not feel stripped of the jilbaber without realizing it.

"You're a Muslim, Fitri?" ask Kameie with a face made serious.

"Is there something wrong with my religion, sir?" ask Fitri.

Kameie nodded again. "No, but, I think you're gonna have a hard time adapting to our working style here. let alone I know, you're very devoted to worship."

Fitri smiled, "My master doesn't have to worry.I can divide my work and worship time, as much as I can." he said steadily.

"Look at you in your old workplace not wearing a hijab. Why?" search Kameie.

Fitri smiled and lowered her head for a moment then raised her face back up. "The manager doesn't allow me to wear a hijab. After all, the hijab is just a dress. If you think that the hijab is a symbol then you are wrong."

"Tell me." pinta Kameie with interest.

"The hijab is one of the ways that the Prophet Muhammad ordered to protect women from acts of male abuse, including a mischievous and unethical look" Fitri replied, "But whether by wearing a hijab, or not, all women will be good? in fact, the prostitutes there wear hijabs, not even khimar."

"So?" fishing Kameie.

"All depends on the heart. In my opinion, the hijab of the heart is more important than just clothing hijab. appearance may be able to deceive, as well as make-up. but the heart, will never cheat. because all human beings basically do everything based on the call of the heart." Fitri replied ending his exposure.

Kameie smile. "Congratulations." said the man.

"I mean sir?" asked Fitri innocently.

"I accept you to be my wife" answered Kameie unconsciously making Fitri's eyebrows again raised. "I mean, I accept you as my employee" Kameie said, then cleared his throat a little. "Tomorrow, you can work here."

"Thank you, sir, you have helped me." replied Fitri sincerely and bowed flatly.

"And another one." Kameie's message.

Fitri looked at her new employer. Kameie momentarily eased her beating heart that was banging on a rhythmic chest. After calming down and her heart, the man connected again.

"Don't you ever take off your headscarf." Pinta Kameie. "I'd be more comfortable if you wore that outfit.

Fitri smiled and nodded. "According to your orders, sir" he replied gently.

and Kameie is back.[]