Love In Pesantren's

sad story

Me and Uwa started our shopping, after the incident I started thinking, what does Farrel hate about me?

Can I hate him?

Can I hate my husband?

At first, I hoped my story would be beautiful in the end. I hope my relationship with Farrell will be okay.

But now the hope is slowly dashed, every day I live with nothingness. Now I submit to this destiny believing in the qada and qadar of the divine. I don't know where I'm finally going.

I know God is always with me.

After a long shopping spree, pull the price along with the merchants finally our shopping event is finished as well.

A little shocked to see the amount of Uwa groceries asked for forgiveness is worth asking the security guard to wait.

In the distance I saw Ustadz Ahmad and Farrel still chatting. It seems serious.

Ah, Uwa told me to call them to bring their groceries.

I approach those who look surprised at my arrival who can be said suddenly.

"Sof-Sofi since when were you there?"

Loh ko Ustadz Ahmad glared that look at me?

Same with my husband who threw away his face when he saw me.

Uh who wants to see uwee.

"Barusan Stadz, said Uwa please bring the groceries."

The two men took turns carrying Uwa groceries, while I was invited by Uwa to wait in the car.

"Sof, I'm sorry Farrel, son."

Why is Uwa talking like that?

"I'm sorry for what Wa?"

Trying to look Uwa in the eye.

"So, that incident. On behalf of Farrel Uwa apologize."

Uwa I'm nothin.

"Farrel isn't intentionally Wa, why should I apologize?"

I tried to hold Uwa's hand gently.

Why is Uwa crying?

"Uwa know, Farrel must not treat you well."

A moment Uwa was silent later to catch her breath.

"Actually Farrel was Sof's good son, Uwa was still young when he was a child. Farrel's a cheerful boy but after..."

Uwa paused her words for wiping away her tears.

I tried to calm Uwa down, I gently rubbed her back. Actually how heavy until Uwa is this sad.

"The beginning of the accident, the accident at the railroad door..."

Back Uwa cried as if she had a bit of a breath before finally continuing her words.

"Farrel's father died from being hit by a train."

Suddenly I smothered my gaping mouth in shock.

"That day Farrel and his father came home from Uwa's house, they rode Sof's motorcycle. Farrel, who was three years old, was invited by his father on a motorcycle. When they crossed the tracks inexplicably because it happened so fast according to eyewitnesses, Farrel was thrown forward while his father was dragged by the train up to ten meters along with his motorbike. It all happened in front of Farrel, that little boy watching his father being dragged by a train."

The crying broke again. Uwa immediately wiped her tears and turned her face to the other direction because she saw Farrel walking towards the car.

"Wa, how much oil is there?"

That's Farrel's question to Uwa.

"Ten."

Let me answer, though I may have a murderous look from Farrel.

Uwa looked at the back of her nephew.

"A year after his father died, Uwa's sister Farrel's mother remarried a widower."

Uwa took a long breath.

"At first Uwa was very relieved, because the life of Farrel and his mother will be normal again. But.."

This time Uwa hugged me and the cuddle got worse.

"But why Wa?"

"But Uwa was wrong, the man was not a good person. The man often tortured Uwa's sister even badly all done in front of Farrel, every time Farrel played to Uwa's house he must have told Uwa about all that. Until one day, Uwa rebuked the man. Uwa hopes he'll be deterred but do you know? The man vented his frustration at Farrel he dared to torture Farrel many times. It was Uwa's fault."

Oh Farrel was as sad as your childhood?

"One day, the sun was very hot. Uwa gets a call from Uwa's sister's neighbor, the one who Uwa has been asking for help to keep an eye on Uwa's sister. He told me that, that.. Aaaa"

Uwa's cry is so bitter now.

Uwa took off her embrace and lowered her head on the backrest of the car seat in front of her.

My eyes began to blur due to the many tears that pooled in my eyes.

I gently swiped Uwa's back.

"Sofiaa, Farrel's mother, hanged herself, in front of Farrell. When Uwa arrived at their home, residents crowded and Uwa barged in, Uwa saw Uwa's sister hanging in the bathroom. Uwa saw Farrel who was not even six years old when he saw his mother's blue face. He looked without blinking Soof."

Hardly do I believe this, Farrel you?

"Sof, Farrel doesn't talk a month Soof. He was traumatized severely, it was very difficult to make him gradually recover. It's really hard."

This time Uwa faced me who was now teary-eyed.

"Uwa hope you survive with Farrel ya, Uwa ask help guide Farrel to be a better human being. Uwa nitip Farrel is just like you."

There are no words I can say but nods and tears.

"Farrel was lucky to have Uwa, Farrel was lucky to have someone who loved him wholeheartedly like Uwa. So don't blame yourself like that. Uwa is not wrong all this is destiny. We cannot change qada and qadar. We have to accept it. Because it belongs in the fold of faith."

Uwa nodded and we corrected our appearance, so as not to be caught crying, because the two guards had finished carrying all the groceries. And now they're putting it in the car.

As I was about to go out to help, Uwa pulled my hand and shook her head while smiling.

Ah I had to compete like a big lady who watched her two bodyguards work hehe.

Oh yes maybe there are those who forget the pillars of faith that we must do there are 6, including:

1.Faith in God, the most basic thing we must believe that God exists.

2.Faith in the angel of God, the creatures of God who have their respective duties we are obliged to believe.

3.Faith in the Book of Allah, yes here the Quran is included in it.

4.Faith in the Apostle, of course, we must believe in the Apostle Allaah, someone who brings revelation and delivers it to mankind.

5.Faith in the last day, that day will come. The day that all this mortal realm was destroyed.

6.Faith in qada and qadar Alloh, As we know this is the destiny and determination of Allah without being challenged.

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#Hehe doesn't mean to patronize, just remind. The basic thing that is the foundation of our faith (author)