Love Flips At The End of the Season
INCIDENTS
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#Fatim Nursing Room#
"Africa ... Mama came out for a while, is it okay if you are the same Yati and Wawan again?" Looking at his daughter mersa.
"Yes Ma, it's okay, Mama be careful, yes" said Fatim with a smile.
"City ... Wawan you do not need to go to the cafe first yes, aunty want to titip Fatim," said Nadya staring at the two.
"Yes Tan, ready!" say both.
Nadya smiled and immediately left the hospital for Momon's headquarters.
Nadya hurriedly headed to the hospital, and boarded her car. Nadya's curious feeling made her want to get to Momon's place immediately, so she had subconsciously crossed the normal speed limit.
So that almost Nadya hit someone who was crossing the road, quickly he immediately slammed the steering left of the road so that his car can stop after hitting a tree.
"Astagfirullah haladzim o Allah" said Nadya who felt caliph.
Melt of warm liquid flowing from his forehead that hit the steering wheel of the car, although it was very painful Nadya tried hard. He quickly took out a tissue and cleaned up the blood flowing on his forehead.
Soon a group of people came to help him. Before they got to Nadya, they got out of the car.
"Yes you all right?" ask a middle-aged man who is almost old to help Nadya get out of her car.
"Yes sir, thank God I'm okay, thank you," said Nadya.
The men took Nadya away from the car and sat her down near a tree.
"Do you want us to take you to the hospital?" ask that person again.
"No need sir, thank you. Please just get my bag and cell phone in the car, yes" Nadya said.
"Yes, Mom." Leaving Nadya for the car.
Only for a moment did the man return with Nadya's bag and cell phone.
"It's Ma'am .. bag is just like a cell phone." Handing the following bag of mobile phone to Nadya.
"Wouldn't you rest in my hut, I happen to live nearby. Later when it's better, mother left," bargained the man.
Nadya who indeed felt her head dizzy due to the impact had finally agreed to the offer of the middle-aged man who was almost old.
"Well, I'll take a short break, sir" said Nadya.
"Oh yes, ma'am, come on!" Help Nadya stand up.
Nadya's hijab has smelled fishy because it was wet with the blood of her head that flows a lot, as well as her favorite clothes.
"Alhamdulillah we have arrived Mom, let's please come in, but sorry my house is just a hut," said the man.
Nadya smiled looking at the building of the house she was about to enter. A cottage that uses a nipah leaf roof that already looks fragile, with wooden walls covered with used sacks and cardboard so as not to cool at night.
And inside there are only two old-fashioned shabby wooden chairs, and a bed that is far from decent.
"Bu ..."what a man it was.
"So come in or if his mother doesn't ..." The man's speech was interrupted because Nadya had cut him off.
"So sir, after all I'm used to being at home like this, I used to come from a house like this." Shaking the hand of the elderly middle-aged man, which made Nadya remember her late father.
Both of them step foot into the house that should not be worth calling home.
Nadya sat in the chair carefully, because when occupied the chair had rung.
"Kreeeet," said Nadya's seat. As he was about to stand up quickly, the man interrupted him.
"It's okay, ma'am, even if it sounds inshaa Allah will not collapse" said the man.
Then he immediately greeted someone who was none other than his wife.
"Bu Ne .. There is this guest, please bring warm sweet tea," said the man.
Shortly from behind the torn curtains appeared the figure of a woman who had also begun to age, carrying a warm cup of tea whose smoke was still billowing. The smell of jasmine came out from the smoke, which at least can make the mind of Nadya who was confused a little calm.
"This Nak ... tea please drink mumpung still warm," said the woman smiled, still clearly visible remnants of her beauty from the wrinkles that began to be sculpted on her face.
"Don't call Nak to Bu Ne, call him mother" the man looked at his wife.
"It's okay, sir, I'm more comfortable being called a son than a mother" Nadya smiled.
Then the old woman returned to the room but soon she brought a basin filled with warm water nails with a cloth and a negligee shirt complete with a hijab.
"Sir Ne, you please come out first yo. I want to clean this wound, "he said to the husband.
The man smiled and went out of the house to the side of the house. After her husband left she immediately approached Nadya.
"Here son, let me clean your wounds." Put a basin of water on the table.
She carefully washed the wound on Nadya's face and removed her headscarf. Nadya's mind seemed nostalgic, she seemed to imagine when she was a child and fell. Patently the mother treated her wound even while nagging her delinquency. Fun with his delusion without feeling that the woman had finished cleaning Nadya's wound.
"Yes son, now you're changing clothes." Giving a green negligee dress with patterned small flowers.
With hesitation Nadya accepted the woman's gift.
"Now enter the room, change your clothes!" his orders. And Nadya really felt the woman resembled her mother.
With a small smile Nadya set her foot into a simple room belonging to two angel-hearted parents according to Nadya.
It only took fifteen minutes Nadya had changed clothes. Nadya smiled to herself looking at herself now, she looked like the mother-in-waiting who used to like wearing a negligee.
After it was finished Nadya immediately went out of the room, to meet the woman, but her cellphone rang again.
"Hello!" greet Nadya.
"Where else is mama? Why haven't you arrived yet?" ask Momon.
"Mon you can pick me up, I was leaving but because I was impatient I lost control and hit a tree" Nadya said.
"Is mom hurt?" ask Momon to panic.
"Slightly but this has been treated, you also call the workshop person to take my mobik on Sudirman Street," said Nadya again.
"Now where is mother?" ask Momon again.
"I'm still in Sudirman, not far from where the car hit a tree, and please bring me also a pot for six months of stock" Nadya said.
"Ready Ma'am," Momon said and immediately skated.
After receiving the phone, Nadya sat down again.
"Mom if you can know whose mother and father's name is?" ask Nadya.
"The names of Aniah's mother and Saidi's father" the woman said.
"Do you and your father have children?" nadya asked curiously.
"It used to have no now, our son just died because of illness, because we had no cost for treatment" said the woman teary-eyed.
"Would you like to stay in my house" asked Nadya expectantly.
"I don't know Nak .. ask your father, if you follow what the father said," he said.
Nadya was really moved, really the woman she thought she was.
It didn't take long for Momon to come to the scene and he immediately met Nadya's position.
"Assalamualaikum" said Momon.
It looked like Aniah's face was scared.
"It's okay, ma'am, he's my man. He's here to pick me up." Holding Aniah's shoulder.
Carefully Nadya guided Aniah's mother out of the house to the exit to meet Momon.
Momon was very surprised to see the appearance of Nadya wearing a home-made negligee.
"Mother ... you?!" Showing Nadya's clothes.
"Yes Mon, it's okay for you to wait for a moment." Staring at Momon with an eye code so as not to worry about Nadya's clothes.
"Bu .. how? Want to come with me home?" ask Nadya again.
"No need Nak, we are here" said Mr. Saidi who had been behind Nadya and Aniah.
"Alright sir I will not force but let me give something to you two that I already consider like my own parents" said Nadya.
"Yes, we accept it" said Saidi.
"Mon bring in all the groceries I ordered" said Nadya.
"Good Mom." Walking out to the car to transport the groceries he had bought.
Now all the sembako has filled the residence of Aniah and Saidi.
"All right, sir ... Mom, I'll be fine. Tomorrow there will be someone who will dismantle and rebuild the house of the father and mother, and will make a tent house that will be your temporary residence for the next week. I will also send monthly for father and mother, I do not want father and mother to live hard in old age." Hugging Aniah.
Shortly before boarding Momon Nadya's car back down.
"Sorry Mother, do you want to do Hajj or Umrah?" nadya asked seriously.
"Yes, we want it, it's our ideals for a long time" said Aniah.
"Alright next week the father and mother will umrah, but the hajjinya must wait first yes until the Hajj month later I will depart a plus package so that I can immediately leave not using the waiting list," nadya smiled.
"God thank you, we feel that dreams will fulfill your call to your home" said the two.
"Alright Mr-Bu, I say goodbye. Assalamualaikum," said Nadya.
"Waalaikumussalam warohmatullahi wabarokatuh," said the two.
Both of them slowly wiped away the tears at the corner of his vulnerable eye. Never imagined by both of them God will be happy in his old age, which has always been in shortcomings. And give them sustenance from the unexpected door.
Sometimes people think that working is the only way to earn money, but God provides sustenance from any direction that we do not know and do not expect. God has given each individual ration, and we do not know how much because it is the qadha of God. Sometimes man calculates his sustenance using a human calculator, but does God determine? Working is only a part of the way.
Whosoever Allah wills, he shall have provision. Remember the Word of God which means:
“We (God) do not ask you for sustenance, We give you sustenance. And the (good) consequences are for those who fear.” (QS. Thahs:132).
“And eat of that which Allah provides to you that is lawful and good, and fear Allah whom you believe in.” (QS. Al-Qaeda:88).
“Allah is Most Soft to His servants. He provides sustenance to whom He wills.” (QS. Ash-Voice:19).
The verses of the Quran show that Allah is the All-Giver of sustenance. He provides sustenance to whomever He wills and restricts provision to whom He wills. This is Allah's command to believe.
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