Love Flips At The End of the Season

CBDM2X. 19

"Sir, wake up, it's almost dawn. We pray first yuk!" Abas kissed his wife's forehead gently.

As the wind danced with the rain, they seemed to know the sadness of the hearts of two people who would soon be separated.

"Cold," replied Fatim hoarsely.

"Yes, it's cold just for a little while, really. If you pray it will warm up by itself." Abas lifted the thick blanket that wrapped his lover's body.

Lazily, the sweet girl smiled, then sat down on the edge of her bed. She was very stunned, seeing the good looks of her husband who was wearing Muslim clothes and sarongs.

"Yuk, we're wudu!" Abas pulled his wife's hand gently.

The two immediately went to the bathroom to leave. This morning and dawn will be the last for both. This afternoon, Abas will travel to Saudi Arabia to continue his studies. As for Fatim, he would stay behind to finish his schooling.

The series of prayers of circumcision and dawn, they have lived fervently, then continued with prayer together.

O Lord, if this is the best path You have chosen for us, make it easy, keep our love always in the shade of Your love. Allow us, to remain together in joy and sorrow, in the world to the hereafter. Make it, this temporary farewell, the love booster between us, aamiin. Prayer of Abash in his heart.

O God, I am only Your weak man, my heart is so sad, this farewell is so heavy, protect Sister Pop there, ease all his affairs, keep his love for me, guard his soul and body from all dangers, if this is the best, please open my heart. Hopefully we will be together soon, aamiin. The Fatim Prayer in his heart.

"Sir, let's have breakfast first, yuk. After that we just picked up mom." Abas folded his alphabet, then hung it in place of a hanger.

"Alright, Brother. But, can I ask to be bribed this time?"

The girl looked down embarrassed, there was a pink hue on both sides of her cheeks. Abas kissed the head of his wife.

"Of course, Deck. You want to ask others to." The man smiled sweetly, then put his hands together, on his two cheeks.

The eyes of the girl in front of him glazed over, if she could ask for more, she wanted her dear man not to go, but she realized that the selfishness of her heart this time was not to be obeyed.

He slowly lowered his face, intending to avoid the sad look of his lover. But the leg is not blind. He could see all his wife's misfortune.

"Let go, don't get arrested. God willing, you can understand everything. Your heart and my heart now have a strong bond, your wounds are my wounds, your sadness is also my sadness, your sadness is certainly also my sorrow."

He grabbed the girl in his arms, instantly the cry that had been restrained since last night, now spilled like an unstoppable flood.

The body of the beautiful girl who looked so strong and sturdy, now changed to be very fragile. He seemed weak, yet, all was ignored. This time he let himself look like his average girl.

Abas' embrace of his wife is getting tighter, want it to feel like he curses the word farewell, why always incise wounds on people who experience it.

After settling down, the two immediately went to the hospital to pick up Nadya. The woman insisted on going home, she did not want to let her daughter-in-law go without her presence.

Meanwhile, the group from Bandung has departed since dawn, maybe soon they will also arrive at Fatim's residence.

Along the way, the girl's usually cherry-picked mouth was tightly locked, she deliberately did not want to speak, in her heart she was arranging her mental readiness. Farewell this time will be really stifling for him.

Both of them enjoyed their moments together that felt so precious, they could not even be exchanged for anything in this world.

Just entering the hospital gate, the two were startled by Mr. Momon's presence. He was waiting in the parking lot with a bunch of Nadya's stuff, Mama Fatim.

"Loh, Mr. Mon! How are you in the parking lot?"

Fatim immediately took off his sitbelt and lowered the car glass, then rushed to get down. He was sorry to see Mr. Mon carrying a lot of stuff.

"Yes, Non. You see, I can't stand coming home." The man who was a violin, but looks funny in the eyes of Fatim was smiling sweetly, although far from the word sweet.

"Then, where's the mother?" Fatim roaring to go looking for the figure of Nadya, her mother.

"Mom came home, just now." Momon smiled but this time without meaning, because he himself was confused to want a sweet smile but he was not sweet, wanted a friendly smile, he was also less friendly, so ... he smiled meaninglessly.

Abas and Fatim look at each other, both look shook their heads, not believing what his beloved mother did.

While rushing back into the car, Abas' phone shook, he immediately greeted him. After speaking for a while, he immediately closed back the flat object, and stuffed it into his pants pocket.

"Who?" fatim asked while tidying up his mother's belongings, which Mr. Momon had placed in their car.

"Umi and Abi's entourage, they're almost there." Abas tries to be casual towards his wife, he knows the prayer girl next to him at the moment, is not doing well.

Now, the young couple's car has sped up, leaving the hospital's parking lot to return to their home. The atmosphere in the car was still the same, quiet. There is no joy that is usually created.

Tetiba Abas sang a song to his lover.

"No need, you doubt, the true love I give. We love each other with all our heart."

Fatim, the girl was speechless, a smile etched on her bare lips yet, that clear crystal 'he couldn't stand it.

Meanwhile, her husband continued to sing. A song that will probably be the most beautiful memory for both. That this separation is not the end of everything, but the beginning of a real home life for both of them.

The girl's tears covered her net, Abas immediately pulled their car over. He gripped the girl who became his half-dien perfecter tightly.

"I'm sorry, we're forced to separate. But rest assured that if my heart, my love, my soul, and also my body I will ask that God will only give it to you, my wife, my heavenly angel."

He kissed the girl's soft forehead in his arms, his childhood love. Once again they will be separated by space and time.

"God willing, I will be willing to let you go, Brother Pop. I also promise you that I will always keep my love, my heart, my soul, my body, just for you. I used to be able to stay away from you in a dozen years, so in this short time, I should be able to."

The two hugged more tightly, until they were startled by the sound of a knock on the window of the car they were riding in.

"Police?" abas said ambiguously.

Fatim nodded and wiped his tears.

"Well?" ask Abas again.

"I don't know either." Fatim shakes his shoulders.

Slowly Abas lowered the windshield of his car.

"Good morning, sir!" The policeman smiled kindly.

"Morning!" abas answered and smiled.

"Sorry, can we check the completeness of the vehicle, and what is the relationship between Ma'am and this Mas? Why did he stop in a quiet place and cry? Did something happen, Mommy?"

Mr. Police did sound kepo but, actually he just wanted to make sure if everything was safe for the woman whose incident is often the victim of abuse.

"These are my letters, sir, and this woman, she is my legal wife. We're in a bad state, so he cried, earlier."

Abas tried to explain to the police who had just stopped their activities to release the burden of the heart.

"Okay, all complete. Good luck until the goal and the problem are resolved properly."

The policeman immediately passed to his operational vehicle, in his heart the officer was ignorant of the beauty of Fatim's face that was so natural, even though it was stripped off still looks very beautiful.

*****

At home, there were several vehicles parked there. The atmosphere of the house that is usually calm, now looks crowded.

Just got out of the car, Fatim was greeted with the sound of his brother's taste, who else if not Yati.

"Frend!" he shouted as loud as the tornado wind that made Fatim's eardrum had to vibrate violently.

"Loe if yelled about dong, Oneng. Look at this shit on my ears out all." Fatim rubbed his ears on purpose.

"Good, dong. You don't have to bother anymore to clean that ear." Yati smiled without burden which made Fatim smile.

Without waiting for Abas who has not finished removing the tools from the hospital, Yati has pulled his friend to enter the house, seeing this, of course, making Wawan not stay silent. He immediately helps Abas carry Nadya's mother's belongings.

Salamatan prayer has been completed, now all groups are ready to go to the airport. The departure of Abas this time certainly can not be postponed anymore. Hearts must be at stake now.

All set out in endless prayer, wishing the best for this young couple. Hopefully the two can soon be together again in a short time, however a husband and wife relationship will be better if living together. Passing through the joys and sorrows, tasting the sweet bitters of life, strengthening each other in times of slump, looking after each other in times of hurt, filling each other in times of deprivation, and reminding each other in times of caliphate.

The last second of their togetherness we will see in the next chapter, yes, I wait for ya. Thank you for faithfully waiting, may the readers of Fatim and Abas, Aisyah and Rey, always in the protection of Allah, SWT. Without you I am nothing. So Thank You So Much.