Love Children Pesantren

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At night Iqbal was really overwhelmed to face Aluna who had been crying. Only the word Mother he called. Even Syifa, Aisyah and Dinda also helped calm down but the little girl did not calm down.

Until finally Iqbal chose to shut up and let. Let Aluna express what she is feeling right now, let her cry until her heart is completely calm. There was a time for him to stop. In fact, it is true, Aluna is now asleep without realizing it. Maybe because I'm tired of crying.

Iqbal pulled the blanket, his hands moving stroking his daughter's hair. In a gentle kiss on Aluna. Then Iqbal silently watched Aluna's face. In his heart he groaned in pain.

Why would a little boy of Aluna's age have to lose his mother figure so quickly? Where should she get a mother's love? How's the next life? Can Aluna accept the fact that her mother will never return forever?!

Iqbal sighed in. "Son, I will try to be Father and Mother for you. Although you'll never know, will you be able or not?!"

A forced smile rang from the now trembling lips. His eyes were staring at the wall ahead. Exploring how life would go without Lina?

No one will prepare breakfast for him when he goes to work. There will be no more nagging Lina. There would be no more faces of judges and fierce that even made him smile when he saw it. There was no one to sleep with him but Aluna.

Now Iqbal's eyes are glassy. Quickly the burly hand wiped away the tears. He should not be this weak, the future is created to be faced not just in fear. Whatever will happen, sick or not, can or not but he must force to be strong. Because right now only Aluna has the strength to survive.

Iqbal got up from the mattress, his feet were not as fast as usually walking towards the suitcase next to the closet. He crouched down and opened it.

All that was in this suitcase was Lina who prepared the night before they left the boarding house. Iqbal thought, the three of them can live life as usual tonight. Iqbal thought tonight would be as usual. Sleeping with warmth and togetherness. Yet...

Remembering all that it felt only added to the deep wounds in the depths of his heart.

Iqbal took out one by one the clothes that were in the suitcase. Her tears could not be contained when she took out Lina's clothes from inside. It is still clear that the memories are stored, still so real that the memory exists. But now, does it have to be forced to be dammed?

At the bottom, the net captures a book. The hand was stretched out to take. Feeling that the book belonged to Lina, Iqbal immediately stood up. He walked quickly out of the room and walked towards the attic.

There, he was immediately greeted by the cold night wind. Iqbal sat his body in one of the chairs used to relax in the attic.

Slowly the book opened. Plastered there Lina wrote her identity. Starting from the name, place of birth date, hobbies and much more.

Iqbal opens the first page. Where it says the date when they were in High School. It's been a long time, but this diary still survives until they get married and have children.

The eyes are still puffy it began to read the initial curhatan written by Lina.

What a beautiful day. As long as I am here everything is beautiful, even more beautiful when I meet and know three girls who transformed into my best friend wkwkwkw. They're good, but there's one that's sweet. Syifa. Nyebelin, but also dear hahaha...

A smile immediately appeared when reading what the wife wrote in the past.

His eyes were on the next page. He went back to reading...

Iqbal!! By Allah, I sign you! Oh Allah..Why should I meet that guy?? Make me go up in blood...

if I see you again, I want that ubek ubek his face.

A small ruckus was instantly heard. Iqbal imagined how Lina's face used to be when writing this. As you know, they never got along.

One by one Iqbal read it, which he unconsciously smiled even though several times his heart felt sore again. From this, he knew his wife rarely wrote in this book. Even if he writes like no one else who at length describes this it.

Today, my time in the same match Iqbal? Ga kebayang how my household will be.every day may be made up of blood with him.

This was written just one day before Iqbal came home to propose to Lina. Yes, they are married because they are married not because of their own wishes.

Tonight, my first night with Iqbal. Isn't she romantic, when she asked for a scrap?? Where to dig again...

Iqbal fell silent, with his faithful lips smiling. Suddenly he remembered something. Remembering the day he assumed great responsibility. Being a husband, being a leader for his wife.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Lina Putri Gunawan bint Gunawan Mahendra with the dowry, cash!"

"AH!!"

"Son, now Lina is your wife. Papa tipped him yes, guided him to be better."

"Yes, my mom also picked Lina up. She's your only daughter, please take care of her.Protect her, please make her happy. Don't hurt Lina, son, now that it's our responsibility as parents, we leave it to you. Educate our daughter well."

Some of the messages Iqbal replied with a nod and a reassuring smile. However, somehow the incident that had just happened to Lina, made her feel that she could not carry out the mandate properly. Makes him feel that he failed to become a protector for his wife.

Iqbal read a few pages. Until we arrive at the last page. For the next page there is no writing written by Lina. On the page was written the date of the last night before he left, also written the hour when Lina wrote it.

06/03

00.30

For Iqbal, tonight I don't know why I feel something is strange. Whether it's a hunch that I'm really feeling or not, but here I want to say that I, Lina, feel happy living with you, Iqbal.

Thank you for being a good husband to me. Thank you for fighting so much for me with Aluna. Thank you for making me the lucky woman to have you.

A thousand thanks to God. You can know and live this life with you. Honestly, I'm afraid to go that fast. I still want to live this life with you and Aluna.

But why after I prayed just now, I feel a hunch that I rasain bener mas. I only wish God and you Ridho against me. Even if the signal given is real, I will accept it. And I ask you and the others to help.

Someday if you need a mother for Aluna, get married. Provided that the woman you choose can love and educate our children well. Don't talk about loyalty. You are faithful, and I am sincere. Being able to know you, being able to love you, and spending time with you until your death is a gift to me.

Even if I don't miss out on you, I hope you can read this. Maybe it's time.mas I say yes,, yes,,

•••••

The two men who were now walking side by side passed through one tomb at a time. Now they had arrived in front of the tomb where flowers were still scattered, and the ground was still wet.

Iqbal directed his gaze towards Aluna who was in his arms. Before long she crouched down, directing Aluna's body to face him. A smile, Iqbal forced it to come out.

"Where's mama?" Finally, the question that Aluna had saved, he took out.

"Mother?"

Now the smile is getting wider. Iqbal's eyeballs began to look at the mound of earth with a slashed heart. "Mother is here..."

Aluna's gaze was diverted to the tomb beside her. "Where's dad?" Ask again.

"Here, you sleep in here." Reply Iqbal. Withstood tears in front of the princess. Really, he is very weak when it comes to the people he loves. Especially talking about loss. Tight-tasting.

Aluna looked at her father. "Dad lies? Why are you so fine in the ground? Mother has lumah, mother has kamal. Why don't you just sit on kamal?!"

Shortly after, Aluna woke up. "Dad! How can you breathe in here? Tell dad! Why is mommy lying here?? Dad let mother dali down here, pity mother can not breathe. Who dalani Taluh mother Aluna in the ground. Why evil??!" Aluna's tone is now rising. As if it does not accept if the mother should be treated like this.

"Why are you quiet?!" Aluna shakes Iqbal's shoulder. "Dad! Get your mother dali here! Aluna wants to meet my mom. Dad.please..."

Iqbal turned his face away, he wiped away for a moment the tears that he could bear.

After a few moments of calm, Iqbal turned his head. Trying to see his daughter.

But at that time, he saw Aluna who was removing the mound of earth with her tiny hands. With a sob of his little daughter said. "Mother hiks...Aluna will save you." He said he kept scratching the ground.

Iqbal's chest tightened when he saw the sight. He held Aluna's hand, but Aluna quickly shook her hand. "Dad too why is evil? Hiks...why do you breed your mother in the ground? What mother is it? Hix...Say it! Daddy's no longer in love with mom?!"

Iqbal gently brought Aluna into his arms. Although the small body was struggling, but not enough to match the energy of the father who increasingly tightened his embrace.

"Darling, my mother is dead. Mother is no longer here. And this, now is your resting place." Iqbal let go of his embrace. Her thumb moved to wipe away Aluna's tears. "Ga there's something evil. Everything is good, everyone loves the same mother. But mother can't be the same forever with us dear. Mother..."

Iqbal took a deep breath. "Mother is gone."

Iqbal's statement was immediately retorted by his daughter. "But Aluna doesn't want mommy. Aluna doesn't want daddy...Aluna wants to meet mothera hiks...Aluna wants pelgi belsama mama hiks... Aluna doesn't want mommy..."

•••••

The day you were declared to be gone,

The day my world suddenly shattered,

The day that half my life was lost,

That day the world stopped turning,

Time stopped beating, though,

Half of my life has gone,

Part of my soul and my pulse is gone,

But what can I do?

And I'll say,

That maybe letting you down is the best path for now

-iqbal

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•••••

A single tear drop accidentally fell on top of the photo. The photo where Lina was standing inside. With a sense that he could not express, Iqbal held the photo tightly. His mind was screaming longing, eager to meet.

"I don't know Lin, until when do I have to be this?! In the past, if I miss the same you stay home. But right now, I can only see your picture." Iqbal stroked the photo with his fingers.

Tok Tok Tok!

Hearing the knock of the door made her instantly wipe away the tears. Because his position is now in the office, where maybe he let someone who saw him cry here. "Lake in!"

Before long, a woman three years younger than Iqbal walked into the room with a smile. His hand held a box. "Assalamualaikum mas," he said by greeting the husband's hand.

Iqbal smile. "Waalaikum salam. What was? How to get to the office?"

"So I haven't eaten breakfast yet, this is me. Breakfast now, huh?!" He said by putting a supply box on the Iqbal work table. Along with her neutrals who captured a photo of Lina there.

Moments of silence, the woman sees Iqbal. "Are you the same as Lina??"

The one asked was silent for a long time. No answer, he again said "Yes later in the afternoon we come to the grave mbak Lina huh? Let the misses be treated as well." The next one Iqbal gave a nod to.

"Now eat first."

Unbeknownst to him, Iqbal stared fixedly at each motion of the wife's motion. His smile is growing.

Her name is Anastasia Eveline. The figure of a woman who has been carrying on Lina's duty for many years to be the wife and mother of my children. Thankful that God has brought me to him. A woman who not only accepted and loved me, but also accepted and loved Aluna like her own daughter. The woman who had given back the love of a mother to Aluna.

The woman who has a thousand stories that I will tell you later

_Iqbal_

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