Love Istiqomah

Part 1's. Rise up

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The soothing breeze melted the calmness of a frangipani flower that waved until it slowly fell to the ground. The frangipani flower fell right on a mound of land, the resting place of a human whose name has been pinned on a tombstone.

A twenty-six-year-old woman dressed in Muslim clothes was smiling and staring at the engraving of the name "Fahril Ramadhan bin Jazir Muzaffar" on a tombstone that was clearly visible in his eyes. Her tears are shedding. Can't be dammed anymore. He sat beside the navel not alone but beside him was a seven-year-old girl in Muslim clothes smiling at him. Strengthen her fragile self if she is in this place. The husband's final resting place.

The Muslim woman was named Filzah Banafsah. And the little girl beside him was Zaura Azkiya, her only daughter with her husband who had returned first to the Khaliq side.

"*Mas Fahril I came here again Mas, I came with Zaura, our son." Filzah spoke in his heart. It was as if she was talking to her dead husband. He looked back and smiled at the princess.

"Of peace be upon Allah's side, I will take care of Zaura, I will take care of our children who have never seen her father at all." It is in hati*.

Philzah remembered something. He recalled the painful events and crushed his heart. The incident that took her husband's life.

*flashback

Seven years ago...

Filzah and a man who is none other than her husband named Fahril have just come out of their simple house. Filzah is pregnant. The age of her womb has stepped on the motto of the month that means just waiting a few more days to give birth to the fruit of her love with her husband, Fahril.

"Darling, I'll go to work first." Fahril said goodbye to his wife.

Filzah nodded slowly while smiling warmly. "Yes, you work the spirit." Reply Filzah gave her husband encouragement.

Fahril nodded very excitedly. "Don't be a pity, I work for you and our baby." Fahril stroked gently his wife's distended stomach. As if she was stroking her baby who will soon enliven her life. It was impatient for Fahril to wait for his baby to be born into the world.

"Yes already then Mas went to work first yes, you take good care of yourself yes, take good care of our children yes, I love you, I love our children too." Fahril was very serious in his words. Even the look in his eyes changed. Be serious and not playful.

"Mas... How do you talk like that?, Mas is just gone for a while, why do the saying goes like it wants to go long?." Filzah's feelings are starting to feel bad. There was something strange about her husband this time. He doesn't usually say goodbye to such words.

Slowly Fahril smiled. Calm the heart of his wife who had just been raging due to his strange words.

"Dear sorry, I didn't mean to make you think weird, but it's not wrong if I say that, I'm going to go to work so you have to take good care of yourself and take care of our children too."

Finally Filzah was able to breathe a sigh of relief. He was calm again. His strange thoughts had been distant. Now he returned to focus on looking at the face of the husband who was about to go to work. Seeking sustenance for himself and for their son who will soon be born into the world.

"Mas in shaa Allah me and our son will be fine, besides at home I am not alone, there is Mother and Father."

"Dear, you just rest at home, you do not do heavy activities, if you need something you ask for help, yes."

"Yes Mas in shaa Allah I will be fine, Mas also be careful yes, if Mas tired Mas rest first, do not be forced, Mas, I do not want Mas why-why, why-why, we're gonna have kids soon, so we're gonna have to be healthy."

Fahril. Convince the wife not to worry too much about her going to work.

"Yes already then I leave first yes, afraid I am late, then even hit by spray Mr. Mandor." Fahril chuckled at the end of his words.

Filzah chuckled. But in the next second he was surprised when Fahril kissed his forehead long enough. And finally Fahril stopped him.

"I'll go first." Pamit Fahril.

Filzah. She felt a sense of uneasiness with her husband's current attitude. It's not usual for Fahril to go to work by kissing his forehead even long enough.

"It's okay, isn't it?" Ask Filzah anxiously.

Fahril shook his head slowly. "I'm okay, baby, I'm gone first."

Finally Filzah allowed her husband to go to work rather with a heavy heart. I don't know what made her suddenly feel hard to let her husband go when this was not the first time she let go of her husband to go to work but this time Filzah felt very different from the previous days.

"Assalaamu 'alaikum."

"Wa 'alaikumus salaam."

Fahril had actually gone to his workplace. As a building porters every day Fahril left early in the morning and returned late in the afternoon when the sun was about to sink from the earth.

"Mas Fahril why is it so strange?, not as usual, he was saying goodbye as if he would not come back again, astaghfirullahal adzim." Filzah hurriedly brushed off the negative thoughts that had just crossed his mind.

"God protect the husband of the servant wherever he is, carry out his work today, and allow him to return home in good health, as when he went to work. Aamiin's."

Fahril's gone to work. But Filzah was still thinking with the attitude of Fahril as unusual.

"Filzah."

Even Filzah was not aware that his mother-in-law was beside him and was calling him.

"Filzah?"

Finally, Filzah came to his senses and turned to his mother-in-law who was stroking his shoulders. Awakening herself from the great roar of her thoughts about her husband.

"I-iya ma'am, what's wrong?" Tanya Filzah stammered.

"Are you okay, son?." The mother-in-law named Uzmah asked the situation of her daughter-in-law whom she had called but did not give any reaction.

Filzah nodded. "Yes Miss Filzah is fine."

Uzmah was able to breathe a sigh of relief after learning that her daughter-in-law, who was pregnant with her first grandchild, was doing well.

"Alhamdulillah if you are okay, yes we have entered now, Fahril has also left for work, right?"

Filzah nodded again and followed Uzmah's invitation to enter their house which looked simple. Understandably they live in the village so the house is simple just like the neighboring houses around it.

While at work, Fahril seems very passionate in work. Understand soon he will officially become a father then he should work diligently to finance labor and other equipment.

"I have to work because soon I will have children and the need will certainly be more." Fahril encouraged himself.

The sweaty water that flooded his entire body including his face did not fade his spirit to work. Even today Fahril once the spirit of stirring cement.

But suddenly without Fahril realize the large iron arranged on it would collapse. Instantly, the big iron was plunged freely down and immediately hit Fahril.

Bruggh

Fahril's body was suffocated with large iron that covered his entire body. All of his co-workers who were around him were immediately shocked and walked up to him.

"Astaghfirullahal Mas Fahril's."

"Let's lift this iron."

With all his might, Fahril's coworkers lifted the iron that was on Fahril's body. And finally the iron can be lifted and kept away from the body Fahril.

Fresh blood came out of Fahril's head and nose. His body was limp helplessly even his eyes narrowed. Resisting the terrible pain that plagued his body.

"Hurry up for the ambulance." Say one of Fahril's coworkers to another.

"The strong Ms. Fahril will soon have an ambulance coming to take Mas Fahril to the hospital."

Fahril shook his head slowly. The pain that plagued his entire body including his head had made him between conscious and unconscious. The iron that hit him greatly left his body completely paralyzed. Can't be moved anymore.

"My uncle su-have not been I-at la-gi." Fahril stammered with the pain he had never felt before.

"Mas Fahril must be strong, remember Mas Fahril's wife and parents at home, let alone Mas Fahril's wife is currently pregnant, Mas Fahril must be strong huh." One of Fahril's friends strengthened Fahril who was unable to withstand the pain all over his body.

Fahril shook his head slowly. "Pa-Pak sa-me..." Suddenly Fahril's body shook violently. "Laa i-laaha illallah, mu-muhammadur Ro-sulu-llah." Slowly Fahril's body squeezed. And both of his eyes were closed. For eternity.

"Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi roojiun."

"Mas Fahril is dead, let's tell his family."

One of Fahril's coworkers told Fahril's family. Tell Filzah who immediately broke his cry. Both Fahril's parents were like that too.

"Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi roojiun." Uzzmah and her husband said with a distrust that their only son was gone forever.

"No, no way, Mas Fahril can't die, Mas Fahril is still alive, he was just saying goodbye to work, not saying goodbye to..." Filzah's speech stopped. He could no longer afford to continue.

Uzmah hugged him. Provides the calm that Filzah currently needs. Losing her husband forever was never in her mind all this time but fate said something else. God took her husband out of her life.

"Mas Fahril." Suddenly Filzah fell. Fortunately Uzmah and Jasir, his father Fahril immediately held him so that Filzah did not fall which would endanger the condition of the baby in the womb.

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Fahril's body has been buried. The mourners slowly left Fahril's resting place for good. Only Filzah, Uzmah and Jasir remain.

Filzah stroked the belly button with the name of her beloved husband. It was like a dream for Filzah. Just this morning she kissed her husband's hand but now she stroked the navel that became the resting place of her beloved husband.

"Our mother will care for and raise our child, but why did you leave me, even you have not seen our child born into the world..." Filzah was crying again. It was as if Filzah had lost half his life. Filzah had lost half his life spirit. Filzah now feels his life is empty. His happiness just stopped. Soon his happiness changed into a slump. The end became so close to him. Real close.

"Filzah.Keep your heart, son, strengthen it for the sake of the child in your womb, yes." Uzmah tried to strengthen his son-in-law even though he could not strengthen himself. A Mother who is not hit when she loses her beloved son. A lamp in his life. That is how Uzmah is currently feeling.

Jasir ceaselessly strengthens his wife and daughter-in-law who looks very hard hit over the departure of Fahril for good.

Suddenly, Filzah felt a tremendous pain around his stomach. "Astaghfirullahal, my stomach."

Uzmah was surprised to find her son-in-law groaning in pain while holding her distended stomach.

"O God Filzah why are you, son?"

"Mother, Filzah's stomach hurts a lot Mom."

"You want to give birth, son, sir let's take Filzah to the hospital."

"Yes yo Bu."

Filzah soon moved from his seat with the help of Uzmah and Jasir who sent him to the hospital because soon he would give birth to his first child, but without a husband accompanying him.

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"Gr. ownk...o..wek..."

The tiny baby that had just been bathed by a Sister was crying out loud. Then the Sister gave the tiny baby to Filzah who was lying limp after giving birth to her first child who was a female.

Uzmah who stood beside her husband could not help but cry that broke out instantly. He was unable to see his first grandchild who had just been born into the world but had already lost the figure of Father in his life.

"Your association's dear Alice, welcome to this world, son, you are the encouragement of Mother's life, may you live a long and healthy life always." Kissing the baby's tiny cheeks that are still red because they have just been born*.

*Flash on*

Filzah wiped his tears that had fallen so hard on his face.

"Sorry yes maybe tomorrow-tomorrow I will rarely visit here, because me and Zaura will leave here, I want to start my new life in another city, he said, I don't want to bother Mom and Dad anymore, it's been enough for many years now that I've been bothering them especially when you're sick and you have to sell cakes to support us, I hope you agree with my decision."

Filzah hopes his decision to rise from the past and start a new life is the best decision for him and his daughter.

"Damura..."

"Yes Mother." Answer the plain little girl who looks very soothing with a Muslim dress she wears.

"Zaura wants to come with Mommy anywhere, right, honey?"

Zaura seemed to be thinking. He was silent for a moment. Filzah who saw it just smiled to wait for the answer to be spoken by the beloved princess.

"Where are we going, Mother?, we're going from here Mother?"

Filzah nodded slowly while spreading a smile to the princess who looked confused at her question earlier.

"Darling we're going to leave here, same Mother Zaura will stay in another city, Zaura will, right?"

"Grandpa and Grandma are also coming, right Mommy?" Zaura asked expectantly. I wish Grandpa and Grandma would go with him.

"Dear, Grandpa and Grandma stay here, Mother same Zaura just go."

"Yahhh." Zaura looked sad because Grandpa and Grandma did not go with her.

"Zaura listen to Mother yes, we have to leave here Honey, Mother must find a job, now Grandpa is sick, Grandpa needs a fee so that he can recover and can walk again as before, and Zaura also wants to go to school, right?, later if we have moved to another city in Shaa Allah Zaura can go to school." Filzah tried to give an explanation to his daughter who was immediately sad because Grandpa and Grandma would not come with him.

Zaura was silent for a moment. He thought of his mother's words that had a point. Her grandfather is ill and needs money. And at the age of seven years Zaura really want to go to school like children the same age as her. And Filzah had no money to fund Zaura's school until Filzah decided to move to another city. Looking for work and slamming bones to help Uzmah who is currently the backbone of their family since one year ago Jasir accident when berojek to cause his legs paralyzed and can not work anymore.

Slowly Zaura nodded her head. Agreeing to his mother's invitation to go and start a new life in another city.

"Alhamdulillah, here Sweetheart hug Mother Nak."

Zaura immediately rushed into the warm embrace of the Mother.he was so fond of her Mother especially Zaura only has a single parent, namely the Mother only.

Filzah repeatedly kissed the top of his beloved daughter's head. Tears are never absent adorning his own face.

Now the gaze of Filzah and Zaura is fixed towards the center of Fahril. Filzah's husband and father Zaura. They smiled at each other looking at the tomb. It was as if they were smiling at Fahril who had left them seven years ago.

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