Love Children Pesantren

Meaning of Friendship

Lina ran down the hospital corridor.

"But how could there be no dock wound? Check it again..."

Lina held back her steps when she saw Iqbal's parents talking to a male doctor. "True Ma'am, I've checked his condition. Mother's son's condition is fine, even I did not find blisters at all in his body..."

Mira shook her head slowly. "But doc, the blood just came out a lot like that..."

The doctor was heavy. Wanted to tell the truth, but....

"I don't know either, ma'am, but from the results of the examination it is like that. Excuse me sir, buk..." He said by going away.

How could there be any blisters at all? Inner Lina. He looked at his hand that was still red with blood but dry.

Lina walked quickly and stopped her steps when she reached the front of the iqbal ward. From behind the door, he saw Iqbal who was still closing his eyes.

Tok tok...

Both looking. "Lin..." Hary.

"Yes, um..." Lina walked into the ward. He looked at Iqbal's parents in turn. "Om, auntie sorry earlier that I was being disrespectful. But, may I not ask permission to make my own here the same Iqbal..."

They were silent for a moment. "Oh yes, please lin... Let's go out" Take Hary to his wife.

Not long after, in the room there were only the two of them. Lina looked at iqbal from top to bottom. He looks good, looks fresh as usual. "Came..."

Lina. Iqbal looked at him who was also staring at him. "Bal, Lo when did you realize it?"

"From the beginning I was conscious..." Answer Iqbal by sitting down.

"Fusally??"

Iqbal smile. "As per what Lo said at that time, that we should plan something for my mom. This is part of my plan"

Lina was still silent. "So I was just pretending to be an accident. The liquid that you think is blood, is actually a red color food coloring. Yeah, keep me just putting food coloring in my brow suit, keep the same on the asphalt road as well. Lo know? I finished three bottles!!"

Lina glared annoyed. "Iqbal, Lo pinter's brain is pinter. Among the thousands of ways, why should you use this way anyway??!! You know, Lo it's been a pain in one street. Because of Lo, the road is jammed!!"

Iqbal instead laughed crisply at Lina's Nausea. "Say you're worried about my situation, until last night. Aye right?"

Lina exhaled a rough breath. "Not funny!!"

"Eh uh where are you going?" Asked Iqbal who saw Lina turn around and was about to step up.

"Get out!!" Judes' answer.

Lina immediately walked out to look for the hospital sink. With his heart still upset he washed his hands clean. "Ih, really cute lion lebay. Pantesan was a relaxed verel!! And stupidly I also follow the trick! You're...."

After finishing washing her hands, Lina walked back to where she was. Want to say goodbye to both parents iqbal to go home. At the door, Lina again chose to hold back her steps.

"Mama dare a promise?" Ask Iqbal.

Mira looked at Iqbal. "Mom can't promise bal yet.."

Iqbal tightened his molars. "Okay, if that's what Iqbal will go from you two,, it's useless if Iqbal is still here, but can't get happiness."

"Bal... with mom!!"

"Ma!! Iqbal life is not to see you fight, not to see a broken family in plain sight. Iqbal also deserves to be happy ma!! Look, open your eyes!! Out there, thousands of sweat, thousands of ways of sacrifice a mother makes her child happy, while the mother? What did you give me to Iqbal? A sacrifice? The happiness? Never have you?!!" Iqbal. "Now Iqbal want to ask mommy? Ever asked Iqbal for something with mom all this time hm? Ever asked Iqbal to buy another child's toy? Ever asked Iqbal to be invited to walk like other children? Never been!! Because Iqbal knows, even if Iqbal asks that of you, you will never be able to love it all. Because you only want yourself!! Now Iqbal only asks for one, don't divorce!! Is it that hard to keep up with the demand? Just a little ego nurunin for children just don't want??!!"

"Iqbal have been waiting for your love?? But it never came! Wh why?? All this time, you know what hard things Iqbal went through? You don't know, do you? Iqbal asked Mama,, my dear mama Iqbal??"

"Yes..." Answer Mira.

"Don't lie!! Mama love Iqbal?"

"Yes baby..."

"Once again iqbal repeat, dear mama Iqbal?"

Mira's tears are flowing. "Why are you asking that, son? Mama loves you"

"DON'T LIE!! WHAT PROOF??"

With a swift embrace Mira Iqbal tightly, making the man silent in silence. Why is it now ma? Why just wrench now?!! Why not from before? His inner.

"Yes bal, sorry mom. Mama's wrong...." He sniffled and let go of his embrace.

Mira looked at her husband, then took him. His left right held Iqbal's hand, with his three hands joined together from him, the husband and Iqbal in their middle. As a sign of their unity.

19.05

"Love is complicated bal, not as beautiful as we imagine, not as happy as we want. Sometimes we have to really hold onto that love for the sake of a relationship." Mira sighed softly by stroking Iqbal's hand. "Honey, in this world there is no mother who does not love her child. Especially if he's his flesh and blood. Mama loves you more than you do, son... You knew?! It hurts if in doubt, let alone you...."

Iqbal looked at his mother, he knew very well what she meant. Doubtful, that's what his father did to him. "Papa doubted Iqbal too because of mama right?" Iqbal Reply.

Mira shakes. "Mama married your father without love bal. But you know what is right and what is wrong. At that time, mama accidentally met with om Roni (Papa verel) and when he came home papa nudu mama cheated, even though at that time mama did not do anything. You know son? Mama in front of your papa is always wrong since mama met om Roni. The thing that makes papa with Mama so fight continues."

"Originally you know, every time you go home your mom always comes to your room. But you always sleep bales, mama kiss you, mama hug you. But the circumstances that make mama ngelakuin it son.stances that make mama look as if she will not love you. Every night you sleep in your bedroom, but before you wake up you always go to work. Mama is ready for milk and supplies for you to school, right? But you never want to drink milk made by mama, you also never bring supplies that mama is ready!!" Obviously Mira limp.

Iqbal. Because I was disappointed with my mom...

"Every mama sees you play alone, mama also wants your nyamperin. I want to play with you, I want to joke with you. But my mom always had no time. There are other reasons that you have to be clear, you have a big responsibility in this family, you have a burden that you have to own your hips, you have sadness that you live alone. Mama often spends time alone to nenangin herself. Because mama didn't want to, you saw mama in a sad state of bal. Mama can not be demanded to do what you can, every day you have to take care of your grandfather who is sick, have to take care of the office, take care of you and take care of yourself. The task as a child, wife, mother and leader of a company is not an easy thing for mama. Mama's love never wears off for you son!! You can only feel this when you grow up, and get to know how the world treats you!!"

"If your mom loves Iqbal, at least you take a day off to play Iqbal. But my mom never did that"

Tok tok...

The two of them turned their heads towards the door, Lina was standing with a smile there. Lina stepped inside. "Assynogaic"

"Waalaikum salam" answered both.

"Eh Lin, sit here" Mira said, standing up from the chair and inviting Lina.

Lina shakes. "Ga to Aunt..."

"Ga papa's. Aunty out first, you talked to both Iqbal first..." He answered with a smile and left.

Lina paused for a moment and sat down on the chair beside the bed. "Gapain Lo's here?" Ask Iqbal.

"Oh this, bring food for Lo. From mama." The reply. "Gue put it here..." Lina put the food on the bedside table.

"Where are you?" Ask Lina. "Oi yes, you are gapapa. It's all just Lo's wits. Bal, did you say the same thing to Lo? Are you feeling better than Aunt Mira?"

"Emmm, Mama was just a little story"

"Continue?"

"Yes, how else. Yes already"

"Bal, I think you can be disappointed. But, don't take a snapped snaps mama Lo kayak that. Aunt Mira is Lo bal's real mother"

"When did I snatch my mom?" Ask iqbal.

"So noon. You inget??"

"Tau ah" Reply Iqbal indifferently.

Lina squeaks. "Basic lebay lion. The senile!!"

"Lo's hobby is mulu. Wonderful..."

"Not nguping, but not intentionally horrified" replied Lina.

"Alesan Lo .."

Lina was silent with a long sigh. "Emang, the mind of a mother and child is usually not worth it. Sometimes children feel that they do not care, but different again the same mind of the mother. Heemh, but their hearts remain the same. Same with loving each other,..."

Iqbal looked at Lina. Tumben once he spoke like that. "Gue go home first...."

"No hunting. So why am I here, Lo is healthy too right?! He also died at home from the hospital."

"Gue said goodbye first. Greetings to Hary and Aunt Mira. Assalamualaikum" Lina said standing up.

"Greetings waalaikum" Iqbal looked at Lina long ago. "Came on...."

"Hm?"

"Thank you, yeah..."

"Make?"

"Everything. Everything you've done for me." Answer Iqbal.

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5 days later...

After two weeks of the end of the semester, all the students returned to the cottage. Start their day again by studying, studying and studying both at the cottage itself and at school.

"Assynoltom..."

Syifa and Dinda turned their heads towards the door, looking at Aisha who was standing and smiling at them. "Waalaikum salam" answered both.

"Aaaaa AISHA!!!" Syifa immediately stood up and ran to hug the girl. Aisha hugged Syifa.

"Gue kangen tauuu...." Syifa let go of her embrace.

"Sama, I miss you too"

"Dear..." Gentle Sapa Dinda.

"Within..."

They hugged for a moment, letting go of the longing that had been endured for two weeks. "How's it going?" Ask Dinda.

"Alhamdulillah good..." Answer Aisha. "Syifa when is it coming?"

"Oh, seven o'clock this morning"

"Lina?"

"Lina hasn't come yet. It'll be late in the afternoon until here..." Sahut Syifa's. Aisyah mangosteen mangosteen. He immediately walked over and sat on his mattress, opened his bag and arranged his clothes in the closet.

"Aisha Aisha, what is there? Same story as me..." Pinta Syifa sat down next to Aisyah.

"There is no gaping. But that time I met you..."

"Who did you meet?"

Aisyah. "Sister Fariz..."

"Huh really? Same dong. But I met brother reyhan. How can we meet each other, huh Shah?"

Aisyah shook her head, a sign that she did not know about it either.

18.57

Right after the iqamah is finished, the santri close the line to perform the isya prayer. With so solemn' they carry out every movement in prayer. After the second greeting, dhikr is said to everyone. A few minutes, all raised their hands with the prayer led by Abah in addition to the word 'Aamiin' spoken by the santri.

In droves they came out of Mushola, not least with Dinda, Syifa and Aisyah. The three of them walked towards the room and opened the door.

"Lina?" Syifa. "LINA!!" He ran over to hug Lina who was seen sitting tired on the bed.

"Deliver!! Take off fa..." Pinta Lina by forcibly removing Syifa's embrace.

"Why the hell?"

"If you want to hug please. But don't make me like a strangler!!"

"Kangen knows..."

"When did Lin come?" Ask Aisyah.

"Last week Shah"

"How can I not see?" Ask Syifa.

"He ain't seen. The Lo people pray"

"Have you eaten Lin?" Ask Dinda.

"Udah was on the road"

"Well the bus to the place?" Sahut Syifa's.

"At papa's anther" Reply Lina. "Oi yeah, I got something for you guys"

Lina opened her bag, took out 4 clothes that were still in plastic wrap. "Before I came here, I was invited by papa to shop. So I bought you these... It's up to you to choose what color." Obviously Lina.

Syifa immediately took the pink-colored robe and opened it. "This is the same veil as well?"

"Yes. That's a set of equal veils"

Syifa again took the color tosca, then thrust on Dinda. "Din, it suits you like this..."

Aisyah takes a light blue robe.

"Don't Shah!!" Sergey Syifa who snatched back the robe in Aisyah's hands. "Lo fit it with a purple one. Let's almost equal purple equal pink. Later let Dinda almost the same as Lina tosca the same light blue. The blue color is for you, Lin..." Lina nodded.

"Eh Lin's..."

"Hm?"

"Don't you buy the same color?" Ask Syifa.

"It wants that. But no one is the same color. So I bought the same model"

Syifa. "Oi yeah, I also bought bracelets for you guys. Couple an's..." Said Syifa spirit by taking her bag. Take out two packs of pink and black bracelets.

Syifa thrust a black bracelet at Lina. "That makes Lo the same as Dinda. This one makes me the same Aisyah."

Lina observed the details of the bracelet well. There is an additional rainbow below which there is the writing of friends while the other bracelet there is the best writing. Lina gave the bracelet with the best writing on Dinda.

"Lin, Lo just arrived. Then the phone is still in Lo right?" Ask Syifa.

"Yes. Why why?"

"Poto yuk, before his phone in kumpulin"

Lina nodded.

She reached into her skirt pocket and gave her phone to Syifa. Syifa grabbed Lina's hand, putting it parallel to her left hand. His right hand began to lift, snapping both of their hands.

Friendship is like water. It's always you look for when thirst strikes you, it's always you look for as a relief of your thirst, it's always you're looking for as your fatigue reliever and it's always you're looking for as your coolant. Just like a friend. It's always your way when despair hits you, it's always you're looking for as a relief of all your problems, it's always you're looking for as your fatigue reliever, and it's always you're looking for as your coolant.

syifa - A

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اِنَّمَا الْمُؤْمِنُوْنَ اِخْوَةٌ فَاَصْلِحُوْا بَيْنَ اَخَوَيْكُمْ وَاتَّقُوا اللّٰهَ لَعَلَّكُمْ تُرْحَمُوْنَ

Verily, the believers are brothers, so be reconciled between your two brethren (who are at odds) and fear Allah that you may have mercy.

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