Love Flips At The End of the Season

CBDM2X. 20

Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Earlier let me apologize to all the loyal readers Fatim and Abas, I long not Up because a lot of focus to the real world. Please pray, may my family be brought back to health soon, and we are all protected from this plague. Sorry to be up, I hope you're pleased.

Happy reading!

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"The aircraft with flight number J-T 131 for Saudi Arabia will take off soon, to all passengers is expected to board soon."

The call alarm from the information room this time really felt so stifling for the Abas-Fatim couple.

Both choose to find a place that could otherwise be used to spill their feelings. Their choice fell on a small mushala next to the airport's departure gate.

"We pray, first. Inshaa Allah there is still time for dhuha prayers."

Without rebuttal, Fatim immediately ablaze and participated in prayer with her husband.

"Dek .. take good care of yourself. I'll be away from you, but rest assured that my heart will always be left for you, here."

"Sister too, take good care of yourself, do not forget to pray in time, include me in your every prayer. I know it's hard for us, but I can't be selfish, I have to let you go. It's all for our future."

The two hugged tightly, a year or two ahead, they were not necessarily able to meet. For a year at the beginning of his education, Abas was not allowed to communicate with his family.

For that, it takes zohir readiness and a strong inner.

With a heavy heart the two had to part ways, only the two of them and God alone knew what it was like.

The plane had taken off, half the soul of Fatim, of course, was flying with her husband, and half the soul of Abas was also left here, with his wife.

*****

All the troupe had left the airport, Fatim, the girl was trying to look tough in front of her family.

Nadya seemed to talk with her iron, sometimes they laughed, the jolly girl tried to smile when her name was mentioned.

They reached home, all immediately headed to the dining room, indeed now it was time for lunch. However, this time the motor sport girl chose to go to the room first.

Arriving at the room, he opened the door slowly, then closed it. He immediately collapsed, his soul feeling so tired. His eyes closed, he tried to paint every curve of his lover's face. The hot circles began to wet his white cheeks, he let it go.

Almost an hour later the girl closed her eyes, unexpectedly falling asleep. Her mother and in-laws understood her daughter's feelings so much that they let her. Deliberately give space to the girl, so that her feelings can be calm.

The night has come, the girl who is always cheerful in this house has not yet come down. Nadya became agitated.

"Shall I call you, Non-Fatimnya, ma'am." Bi Inah walked over to Nadya.

"Ah, yes, Bi. Just call, the whole day the boy hasn't eaten, I'm also worried that he's sick later."

Immediately Bi Inah went up to the second floor. He immediately went to Fatim's room. Arriving at the door, the middle-aged woman immediately stuck her ear near the door. Silence, no sound whatsoever.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Hygiene ....

"Non, Non Fatim. Open dong, come on, let's eat first, all day Non have not eaten."

Clamps!

The door leaf opened, a face wrapped in mucena poking a little.

"Yes, Bi. I'll just drop, yeah."

"Well, not for long, yeah."

The woman left her sweet girl's room.

"Hows it? Is my daughter coming down?"

Nadya wiped her mouth with a tissue, then ate the melon fruit as a dessert.

"Yes, Mom. He said soon."

"Thank God, please Bi In prepare a glass of warm milk for her."

"Good, Mom." The middle-aged woman immediately passed and headed for the kitchen.

*****

Living Room ....

"San, how my man. Is she okay?"

"Alhamdulillah, San. Let's just pray, hopefully both can and can live this all."

"Have it, you mothers must look strong and strong. Especially in front of our daughter-in-law, it is not really heart, but this is for their future as well."

The two beautiful women were silent, especially Nadya. He tried to digest every word that the man who is now the father-in-law of his beloved daughter.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mama's night, Umi, Abi. Can I join?"

The sweet girl they were just talking about right now, stood right in front of them.

The three answered their daughter's greeting. The old men tried to curl their lips, forming a sweet line.

Without a doubt, the girl who wore a blue pajama patterned doraemon was sitting, more precisely between her two mothers.

"How are you, dear." Nadya started a conversation between them.

"Alhamdulillah, Mother. I'm better."

"Alhamdulillah then, we were worried, lest you be dissolved in this sorrow." Maryam chimed in.

"Udah kayak aja chemical practice, Umi, use the event dissolves so," joked Fatim to warm the atmosphere. In his heart, only he and God knew.

That night they passed by talking about many things. In the room, the shadow of her best friend and husband again filled her memory.

*****

Not much different, the atmosphere of silence in an airplane is so felt. All the passengers were busy with their own business. Some are telling stories, reading, chatting, even listening to audio from his headset.

So also with a handsome young man, with a thick jacket wrapped around his body, wearing a black peci on his head, his mouth was busy reading sheet by sheet a mushaf of the Qur'an in his hands. Occasionally the young man took his breath to regulate the in and out of oxygen from his senses.

Next to the young man sat an old man. His eyes did not stop watching the young man beside him.

"Hey," said.

Abas, the prayerful young man stopped his reading, then turned his head and smiled.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"

"What's in your hand?"ask the man.

"A book, the Qur'an is called." Abas showed it to the old man.

"Can I borrow it?" ask again.

"Sorry, are you a Muslim?" Abas feels uncomfortable if his activities disturb others, especially those who are not Muslims. He is very respectful of the so-called tolerance.

"Yes, I'm a Muslim, but ...." The man looked down.

"But what?" cerca Abas was curious.

"I've been very far from Islam, I've been decades maybe not praying. Even I, I have forgotten how to read the Qur'an and also salat." The man fell down. There was a clear circle flowing from the corner of his eye.

"Of course, I can. But it's good if you read this first." Abas offered a mukhadam.

Shakingly, the man accepted the gift of the handsome young man next to him.

"Am I full of sins worthy?" The man wiped his tears back.

"Of course, it could be that you are nobler than me, sir." Abas held the old man's hand.

"Why is that?" ask her with a hoarse voice.

"Because you want to admit your own mistakes, and there is an effort to correct them." The handsome man gently patted the old man's fingers beside him.

"Teach me to read this." The man pointed at his book of mukhadam." Also teach me prayer." Abas nodded. His journey to study science seemed very useful.

Nearly nine hours into the air, the man beside him looked agitated. Abas tried to calm him down.

"Please, my bim-bing," he said stammered.

"Mr, why? I'll get the medical team."

"No, just teach me to get back together."

Slowly and patiently, the righteous young man taught the old man beside him. Not long ago, the Father had returned to the lap of the Khalik.

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raaji'uun. We belong to Allah and to Allah we return."

Verily, every living thing shall die, whether hushnul khotimah or su'ul khatimah, it is your choice. Walllahu'alam.