Love In Pesantren's

Deaths

Today a dense fog of grief enveloped everyone as she led Sofia to her final resting place.

Nimas drowned in her husband's arms giving up Sofia's departure was very difficult really.

Not far from him, Hulliyah sobbed alone to give it up, though his heart was so painful. Hulliyah was still trying to tread on earth.

"Is this what you mean by going to Sofi's moon? Sofi, innalillahiwainnailaihi roji. Yes Alloooooh."

Hulliyah bowed alone, in the midst of those who grieved.

Then someone thrust a handkerchief right in front of his lowered face.

Hulliyah looked up, looking a man who was a bit foreign to her but she knew him.

"Not to." Hulliyah moved away from the man known as Haqi.

Behind Hulliyah, Siti several times fainted in the face of this all. It's so fast, may it be a dream. It's dreaming!

Uwa held Siti in equal pain, especially seeing Farrel who looked calm made Uwa frightened. Uwa is afraid Farrel harbors his sadness again as he once did.

Beside them, Rista who had come with her husband since earlier cried hysterically in disbelief that her closest friend had died even in this manner.

While Sofia's parents strengthen each other, sending her only daughter home first. I can only hope that I will be able to meet again in eternal life.

In contrast to everyone who looked very sad, down there in the burrow, Farrel helped lower Sofia on her last bed.

Farrel's expression was very flat, his countenance was very calm.

The procession was completed Mama Haji closed it with prayer.

Now one by one people have walked home. Farrel was still there, not far from Sofia's parents who began to move.

"Good sleep baby, after seven steps I'm out of here hopefully you can answer the questions of the angels Munkar and Nakir."

Farrell walked home, and after seven steps he turned back.

"I love you, my wife."

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Farrel got home a little late, saw there Ustadz Ahmad who deliberately while accompanying Farrel.

"Why not go home, Madam? Nightly tahlilan event at my in-laws' house. Not here."

Shortly after Farrel sat down with his cousin.

"For chess, play yuk!"

Ustadz Ahmad was looking for a way to entertain Farrel.

Farrel grimaced feeling uninspired.

"Other times, I cape to sleep. Let's not sleepy tonight after tahlil."

Ustadz Ahmad said yes and saw Farrel's back passing into his room.

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Farrel opened the door of the room, asphyxiation instantly crept throughout his body. Slowly enter and close the door.

Farrel is stunned to see the rest of the room, seeing Sofia's mattress, Sofia's veil hanging. Pain, one word that his brain received at this moment.

Walk slowly and sit on the edge of Sofia's bed, reflecting on her last memories with Sofia.

When Sofia asks to be hugged, Farrel falls ill realizing that it is Sofia's last hug. If only that night they had stayed home, maybe ....

Astaghfirulloh, this is the way. Man cannot change the line already defined.

Farrel cupped his face then trembled, unable to really. Trying to look strong in front of others is very hard.

Farrel's feelings were outraged, when he wanted to improve himself Alloh SWT again gave him a very very heavy ordeal like this.

Strong Rail! You definitely can.

Farrel then stood up, Farrel walking towards Sofia's wardrobe.

Opening the closet, it looks that his wife's gamis are still neatly stored. In the middle of the closet, Farrel saw calligraphy tools there.

Farrel took her and sat on the floor with a carpet.

Suddenly curiosity infiltrated his chest. Farrel opened the box wide enough.

Only the papers and stationery were there.

But Farrel found a piece of paper on which was engraved Sofia's name. Farrel.

Farrel was astonished to see a beautiful carving in his name on the carving of Sofia's name.

Sofia's hands are very beautiful in painting her name. Farrel's hand shook through the paper.

When Farrel turned it over, there was a note behind the paper.

*Oh the true owner of the heart, my Lord. I'm sorry I shared my heart with someone. I gave my heart to him.

He's the one I've always missed, the one I love, he's my husband.

Even though one day my body is gone, I want him to know I love him. He must live his life well close to You.

My happiness is only one, I am happy to see him change, I am happy to see him learn to be close to You.

Thou shalt my husband, may we reunite in a place of immortality later*.

Farrel hugged the paper, his tears racing back down.

Seeing all these memories made Farrel regret not using his time well. Farrel regretted noticing too late that Sofia was the one who was able to protect his heart.

"It hurts, Soof. I'm sincere."

Farrel nodded while holding back the voice.

Here the author gives back.

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A month after Sofia's departure, Farrel attended a lecture at the Pesantren.

Farrel began to be active in research events and such.

If there is free time, Farrel took the time to follow the monthly study in Pesantren.

The first thing he remembers from the Pesantren is still the name of Sofia Mufliha, his wife who was waiting for his arrival.

Farrel wants to meet again with Sofi, for that as much as possible Farrel will improve himself. At least after he was melted in hell, Farrel hoped that Alloh SWT would lift him to heaven, bringing him together with Sofia.

That is his greatest hope right now.

So this is where Farrel was sitting listening to the study of Mama Haji.

Farrel won't fall like he used to, Farrel is strong for Sofia.

The topic of his research is still about death. Every living thing will die. We're waiting our turn, either queue how we're picked up. No one will know when the time is, for death is the secret of God.

What we always remember is that death lurks us.

Be carefull!

'Thor sorry, I'm still sad.

Ah yes forgive author.'

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A cloud of sadness that lingers in the chest due to loss has one powerful remedy that is time.

Over time the pain will be replaced with longing feelings and beautiful memories.

Shortly after the study was completed, Farrel was seen chatting with Mama Haji and Ustadz Zamzam in the chair of the dean of the stage.

"Still out of town, son Farrel?"

Mama opened the chat.

"Just came back from Yogya yesterday. It's not good to be single anymore, to go home with no wife."

Farrel chuckles.

"Rail trust, everything will be beautiful in time." Ustadz Zamzam chimed in while patting him on the shoulder.

"It's okay with Stadz, I'm sincere."

Farrel smiled sincerely, implied in it that he was sincere.

\*SOFIA END\* STORY\*

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#Haisshh I'm not very good at expressing sadness, may Sofia's story inspire us all to always remember death.

One more do not waste someone who is sincere, if nothing new feels.

Finally singing, I cried.

#Thor sorry don't digress (Ustadz Zamzam)

#Hahhh Ustadz talk to me (author)