Love Children Pesantren

Flashback On #3

"Mr...." The four were distracted by the voice of a child. Aluna, the little girl ran in with a smile that again made Iqbal's heart slice again.

Oh my God, could this little girl smile again when she found out about the fate that had just happened?

Seeing Aluna coming Syifa instantly wiped away her tears, asking Aisyah to help her stand up. However, she also did not want Aluna to ask, why is everyone sad today?

Two pairs of eyeballs were directed at the figure of Dinda who walked closer. A few seconds their eyes looked at each other with implying deep sorrow. Before long, Dinda hugged both of them at once. Perhaps only this gap could make them strengthen each other.

Aluna stopped in front of her father. His little head looked up. "Dad..."

Both hands raised. "Wind me to buyam mother." Said Aluna who made Iqbal nod small.

With a smile he lifted his daughter's body, then sat on the edge of the gurney. For a while Aluna was silent observing the bundle.

"Mother..." Calling lirih. Her tiny finger slowly raised touched the wound that was on her forehead gently. "Mother is hurt, sick?"

Feeling no response, Aluna turned towards Iqbal. "Dad, is your mother lying?"

At first Iqbal just smiled, but slowly his head nodded.

Getting that response, Aluna looked back at Lina. "Mother is sick? Falling down? Mother.if you want to sleep, at home only yes.here the case class."

"Bund..." His call came to a halt as the hand touched Lina's hand. "Is my mom cold?"

"Dad...Mother's so cold, get me a blanket. Poor cold." He said with pleading.

Not getting an answer from Iqbal, Aluna again whined. "Dad.get me a blanket."

"There's no blanket here, son..." Gentle Iqbal reply.

Aluna immediately invited her mother to speak. "Mother here no blankets?! It's better to stay home."

Being quiet...Instantaneous silence.

Aluna's expression now changed when she spoke, but her mother had not yet awakened. For a long time the round eyes observed the mother, in her heart so felt awkward. But he did not know the cause of the awkwardness, for sure his heart felt like his mother was not as usual.

"Can Aluna hug you?" The question that was thrown also got a nod from the father.

Then, Aluna spread her hands. His body began to hug the mother, his head he rested on top of Lina's chest. "Mother don't miss...Aluna dear mother."

•••••

The sound of ambulances ringing aloud broke the noisy crowd in the streets. Seize the attention of the street dwellers.

After traveling Semarang-Surabaya, now the white car entered the courtyard of the mansion owned by Iqbal. There, his parents and in-laws were waiting. After that, two cars filled by friends also began to be parked in the yard of the house.

Iqbal got out of the car, look now his appearance is really tangled with reddened eyes. His eyes no longer paid attention to the few people who had gathered on the front porch but focused on the couple who stood limply welcoming them.

His feet walked over, before long he immediately rested under the feet of his mother-in-law. Crying all over there.

"Iqbal ma..." His voice was shaking violently.

Seeing her daughter-in-law do just that, Lina's mother held onto Iqbal's two shoulders.

"Sorry Iqbal..." Again he spoke. "Iqbal can not protect Lina, Iqbal can not take care of her.Sorry Iqbal can not carry out the mandate of mama. Sorry ma..hiks."

In the embrace that Mama Lina shook her head, she immediately took off a hug. "Dengerin mama yes son, there is nothing to regret. You don't have to apologize. I thank you very much, thank you for being a good husband to your daughter, thank you for treating Lina as the queen of your life, thank you for making Lina your angel."

His hand moved to wipe away the son-in-law's tears, then raised his chin. "Don't bow down, hurry up and sholati your wife.don't forget to always pray for her."

•••••

A bright afternoon in the sky of Surabaya, bright which symbolizes cheerfulness. But not with a line of people who walk to the cemetery. There is only deep sorrow and pain.

The sky may be clear, but this time it's cloudy. In fact, drop by drop of water from the eye that describes sincerity continues to flow non-stop. No matter how many times the tears are removed, the heart is forced to toughen up but in fact they still cannot lie.

Between the rows, Syifa limply walked, her hands clutching the photo of the friend. With Dinda and Aisyah being her current strength and backing. Their husband's husband? Of course it helps Iqbal to carry the coffin covered in a green cloth bearing the sentence istirja' and the flower arrangement in an elongated arrangement.

Syifa's eyeballs were slightly directed upwards, looking at the object that was being carried by some people with a heart of gloom.

Throughout the funeral process, like there is a sense of unwillingness if his best friend must be buried in there. Like there is a desire to accompany Lina not alone in there.

"Lina.I want to hug you..." Lirih Syifa, her eyes are now really swollen. But no matter what, he increasingly tighten the picture of the friend.

And now, there are only a few people still in the cemetery. Others left when they finished praying. The three women and the four men crouched down and sprinkled flowers.

Syifa's hand trembled against the ground of the mound, her heart ached not playing. Even to this day, he is still unwilling.

Next his hand moved stroking a board bearing the name of his best friend. Unable to stand it anymore, the body immediately hugged the board with its grief.

Spill all the flavor in there. Sadness, hurt, sorrow, unwillingness, disbelief and longing to be one. Dinda stroked Syifa's back gently. Syifa's heart was still asking 'why should Lina? why should he leave? Why so fast?' even though he knew the answer was because of 'Destiny'.

While two middle-aged men who are none other than papa and Iqbal's biological father-in-law are now crouching. Previously Mama Lina also wanted to come, but her condition suddenly dropped so inevitably mama Iqbal had to accompany her besi at home.

"Go home, son..." Said the in-law. "Sir..." His eyes looked at Syifa.

"Yes, we go home. Om please don't be sad too much, Lina will also be sad. Go home, you guys rest at home." Soft talk.

Syifa nodded weakly, then wiped away the tears and removed her arms from the board. His hand was held by Aisha, making the two look at each other.

"Don't be sad, there's still me with Dinda." Said Aisyah who was given a nod and a sore smile from Syifa.

Now Iqbal brought his head closer, kissing the warm signboard stuck on the ground. His own eyes stared at the writing that was plastered there. His hand stroked and said "Good in there baby, we go first."

Cup

"Assalamualaik."

After saying farewell, then Iqbal stood followed by others. With a heavy heart, he stepped out of what would now be a new home for his wife.

Dinda was silent when she saw Syifa who was just silent. Standing still faithfully staring at the mound of land. "Fa..." Call her. "Let's go home, rest. You're pregnant, don't get tired."

Hearing that made Syifa glance at her stomach. He took a deep breath, then nodded.

"Lin, I go first... Assalamualaikum."

Goodbye Lina, you are good and will forever be the best for us. May you have true happiness there. And all your worship is received by His side.

Now, your job is done here. Thank you, for our togetherness. Thank you for the moments and memories you gave me. Wait for the three of us, hopefully we can get back together in his Jannah. May Allah give you His Ridho.

From Syifa, Aisyah and Dinda to our best friend Almh. Lina.

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