Love In Pesantren's

Still Farrel

When everyone had gone home, Farrel had to stay longer in the house because there was something the marbot wanted to tell him.

"Sorry son I interrupted his time."

The marbot sat down and poured water on Farrel.

"What's really going on, sir?" ask Farrel.

"Someone wants to meet Nak Farrel. The person is now here but still doesn't dare to go outside."

Farrel frowned between wonder and curiosity.

"Who Sir?"

"So soon I try to call again."

The marbot walked into a room. The curious Farrel waited patiently.

Not long after that the marbot came along with a middle-aged man. The look is really concerning, the arms of hands full of tattooed wrinkles eaten of age.

The man hugged his own arm. It took a few minutes for Farrel to recognize the man.

"Sir Imran?" ask Farrel.

Slowly the man called Mr. Imran dared to look at Farrel. Then nod.

Farrel stood up and kissed Imran's hand. While Mr. Imran who received such treatment actually flinching in his place. It is far from his shadow of Farrel's attitude.

Mr. Imran was Farrel's stepfather and his mother committed suicide. Imran who has been insyaf always try to find his stepson to apologize. Now, Mr. Imran still does not believe that the child he always hurt first was polite to him.

"Sir, how are you?" farrel asked shortly after they sat back in the chair.

"This is how my son, is old and helpless" replied Mr. Imran.

Farrel touched the leather-wrapped hand gently. "Where have you been all this time? After she died, you disappeared."

Mr. Imran again looked down to realize his mistake.

"Actually you had that time, but you were hiding. You don't have the courage to just show your face in front of you."

Farrel was concerned about Mr Imran's current condition. Farrel pityed, even though he had never been treated well by his stepfather.

"Father looking for you son, I want to apologize for everything. I'm sorry."

Mr. Imran looked down deeper and deeply regretted deeply.

"Everything that has happened has been our destiny Sir, I have forgiven all Sir. There is no burden in me, Father! I sincerely accept everything, hopefully it will all be a lesson for us. And ...."

Farrel stopped his words as he was about to say a sentence about his mother. Regret about the wrong choice chosen by the mother made Farrel speech stuck mixed.

"Why Nak?" ask Mr. Imran.

"Ah no sir, I just hope you live a quiet life and enjoy life no burden!" Farrell chose not to talk about his mother.

"But my sin is very great to you." Mr. Imran held back the water spheres present and piled up in his eyes.

"We can't measure a person's sin only God knows sir."

Farrel smiled bitterly but sincerely.

"Thank you son, thank you for forgiving me." This time Mr. Imran hugged Farrel with a full day. Regrets why he never did it to Farrel came.

"The Quran teaches us to forgive and Allah does not like those who are unjust. If it is not wrong there is in the letter of Ash-Shura verse 40. Hehe .. if I'm wrong sir."

Farrel's speech was so soothing, made Mr Imran relieved and now his life will be used to worship and learn even though the rest of the age is somehow taken but there is no time limit to learn is not it?

Farrel drove Mr. Imran home, it turns out that Mr. Imran had been monitoring him for two weeks and did not dare to appear because of the shame and guilt so great.

Until yesterday he met with the marbot in the mosque where Farrel used to worship.

Gail-haired Mr. Imran was helped by the marbot.

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Now Farrel is in a house with a bamboo woven wall, a little shabby where Mr Imran lives.

"Father lives here?" ask Farrel.

"Yes, ugly, huh?"

"Don't you, don't you want to stay with me?"

Mr. Imran shook his head slowly, then looked closely at the stepson he had once tortured. Mr. Imran even saw Farrel's temple fixed, a scar he never forgot. The cigarette stubs there are still clearly visible and imprint deep.

Mr. Imran felt guilt and pain in his heart.

"Good sir, like a tattoo."

The words of Farrel who was really not able to entertain Mr. Imran at this time.

Tears of regret poured out soaking her wrinkled cheeks.

"Already Sir, thanks to my father became a champion at school. Friends fear all because of this scar."

Farrel embraced the stepfather with great sincerity with no grudge.

Moments later, Farrell bounces home after failing to persuade Mr. Imran to go home with him.

Farrel left Mr. Imran with a soothing smile. Farrell drives his car but has no intention of going to his house.

Farrel takes himself to a cemetery where his mother's navel is located.

Farrel walked gontai approaching the well-preserved tomb. Squatting down and rubbing the tombstone that was in front of him.

Assalamualaikum ahladdiyaar minalmu'miniina walmuslimiina wainna inshaAllohu lalaahiquna nas alulloha lanaa walakumul 'afiyah.

Farrel muttered in greeting to the navel.

Farrel read the do'a meant for his mother. As soon as he came again, Farrell hoped that his prayers would ease the torment his mother had in there.

If you think of his mother who took his own life. Farrel felt fragile, willing to take his mother's place and let his mother be happy and calm in the afterlife.

Farrel knew his mother's guilt was fatal, but could the do'a-do'a he sent his mother avoid torture.

"Oh mother ...."

Farrel linger rubbing the tombstone that reads his mother's name.

So long Farrel crouched down, finally Farrel got up and prepared to leave. But not yet had his feet stepped, Farrel saw a woman crying in front of a tomb.

At first Farrel did not care about other people's business, but the cry grew louder and required him to look at the woman.

When the woman got up and raised her face, Farrel saw Sofia on that face. Farrel.

Is there anyone in this world who looks a lot like one other than a twin?

Farrel's body seemed locked, his longing for his wife made the world seem slow to turn.

Farrel was still in that place even though someone who resembled Sofia had left and was nowhere to be seen anymore.

Farrel only realized when a drop of water falling from the sky hit his nose.

Farrel blinked and looked around.

Slender.

Farrell decided to go home to calm down. This is what happens when he returns to the city where he lives all the memories seem to haunt him and he cannot fall asleep quietly.

Should Farrel just settle in Yogya, let the memories weathered in time.

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Geez, this is until three days.