Love Istiqomah

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A room door opened slowly. Showing Zaura and Filzah who just came out of their room. They are both neat even both carry bags. Zaura was holding her small bag while Filzah was carrying her small bag and big bag.

"Zaura we go to Grandpa and Grandma's room first yes, to say goodbye."

"Yes Mother."

Now Filzah and Zaura were in a simple room. Bed of Uzmah and Jasir. The owner of the room who was in his room. Uzmah was feeding Jasir a plate of food, his dinner menu.

"Eh there's Zaura's Grandma and Grandpa." Sapa Uzmah when she saw Zaura began to approach her. Likewise with Filzah who has replaced his position to bribe his Father-in-law, Jasir.

"Father ate a lot sir." Filzah said on the sidelines of his activities to feed spoon after spoon of rice and side dishes to the mouth of his Father-in-law.

"You're leaving now, aren't you?" Jasir asked with a sad face. But sometimes he covered it with a smile of compulsion.

Filzah nodded slowly. He could not see the look on the face of his Father-in-law who was sad when he got a nod of his head.

"Mothers don't have to be sad, in God we'll come back here, we'll see Father and Mother."

"Yes son, even though Fahril is dead but you are still our daughter-in-law, and Zaura is our granddaughter, so please don't forget us huh." The jasir was no longer able to hold back his tear dam that immediately decayed just like that.

Filzah also broke into tears even though he initially tried desperately not to shed a single tear so that the Father and Mother-in-law did not grieve. But what is the power if his soft heart cotton is easily touched if he sees his loved ones shed tears.

"Yes Filzah Father is right, until whenever you are our daughter-in-law, you are a part of our lives, as well as Zaura, so please don't forget us huh."

Filzah was increasingly swept away in his grief. The tears of Uzmah made her tear up too. Filzah felt how his Father and Mother-in-law loved him and Zaura. It was getting harder for Filzah to leave them both. But if he does not go then he will always trouble them both and Filzah does not want it to continue to happen.

"Yes Father, Mother, in shaa Allah Filzah will not forget the Father and Mother, thank you for the kindness of the Father and Mother so far. Thank you for seven years Father and Mother have helped Filzah to raise Zaura. Filzah will never forget the goodness of Father and Mother, Filzah will also never forget the noble services of Father and Mother. Once again Filzah thanks you, Mother."

"Yes, Nak's the same." Uzmah and Jasir said almost simultaneously.

"Then Filzah and Zaura left now, sir, Mom."

The jasir nodded his head. Likewise with Uzmah who further strengthened Zaura's body in her arms.

Filzah moved from his seat. Kiss the hand of his Father-in-law respectfully and say "Fine father is fine here, in shaa Allah Filzah will come home with money for the cost of your treatment so that you can walk as before."

Jasir nodded full haru. "Aamiin, take good care of yourself, son, if you are not busy often call Father and Mother, because we will miss you later."

"Yes sir in the Lord's Word."

Slowly Filzah stepped out his foot. Approaching Uzmah who can not speak words and can only cry looking at the innocent face of his grandson who in the next few minutes will not be able to see from a close distance anymore because between them will be there is a distance that separates them.

Zaura gently wiped away the slowly falling tears of the Grandmother. "Grandma don't cry anymore huh, Zaura same Mommy just go for a while anyway, if Grandma misses later Zaura will call Grandma."

Uzmah instead of stopping crying even her crying is getting broken even to the point of sobbing. "My darling darling." Uzmah immediately brought Zaura into the arms of his affection.

After a long embrace with Uzmah now Zaura approached her Grandfather who had been waiting for Zaura to say goodbye to him.

"Grandfather, Grandpa quickly healed yes, eat a lot so Grandpa grew up fast, eh Grandpa would have grown ya." Zaura chuckled at the end of her words. He even scratched his head that was not itchy but because he was wrong to speak. 

Jasir also chuckled then could only gently stroke the top of the head of the grandson who was now seven years old. Jasir became remembered when he used to stroke the top of Zaura's head when he was a baby.

"Grandfather, Zaura apologized yes, Zaura was already unable to massage Grandpa's legs because Zaura had to leave." Zaura seemed guilty because she could not massage Grandpa's legs which she did almost every day so that her grandfather's legs quickly healed and could walk again as usual.

"Yes that's okay, Zaura be careful, follow all the orders of Mother yes son."

Zaura saluted the Grandfather. "Ready Cake." Word's excited.

"Then Zaura said yes, Kek, assalaamu 'alaikum." Zaura kissed Grandpa's hand. Jasir kissed Zaura's forehead with affection.

"Sir, I'll take Filzah and Zaura to the front of the house."

The jasir nodded his head. Allowing his wife to deliver his daughter-in-law and granddaughter who are about to leave his current home as well.

The three women of different generations have finally arrived in front of their family's simple house where the people are also simple.

"Mother, Filzah said yes, I take care of your health, do not let the fatigue of work."

"Yes son, you also take care of your health, if later you have got a job you also can not get tired."

Filzah smiled as he nodded his head. But in the next second he shed his tears again. He was unable to leave a kind woman in front of him who had been helping him to take care of and raise Zaura.

"Lady..." Filzah's cries broke for a moment. He immediately rushed into the arms of his mother-in-law.

Uzmah was too. He returned his daughter-in-law's embrace with tears that were no less swift.

"Mother thank you for being such a good mother to Filzah, Filzah has thought of Mother as Mother Filzah herself, Filzah loves her same Mother." Say Filzah with a mouthful.

Uzmah nodded her head. "Mother also thanked you Filzah, because even though Fahril was dead you were still willing to live with Mom and Dad, and you also allowed us to help care for and raise Zaura, she said, I've also considered you as a child Mother and Mother also love you and Zaura."

After quite a while finally their embrace came off. And the two wiped each other's tears. Replace it with a smile that looks forced.

"Our mother left."

"Yes, son."

"Assalaamu 'alaikum."

"Wa 'alaikumus salaam."

Now Filzah began to set foot with Zaura. Leaving Uzmah who could only wave her hand as a sign of farewell to her beloved daughter-in-law and granddaughter.

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Filzah and Zaura have arrived at Malang station. And they had also entered the train car that would take them away from a place that left a lot of memories, especially the memories of Filzah with the man he loved, Fahril.

"Where are we going?" Zaura still did not know which city to move to. Filzah also has not been able to tell.

"We're going to Jakarta, dear."

"Why should you go to Jakarta Bunda?, Jakarta is far from Mother?"

Filzah was silent for a moment. He was looking for the right answer to the question of his beloved daughter.

"Because Jakarta is the capital of Indonesia Darling, said people in Jakarta more job vacancies and in shaa Allah will be faster to get, but we return all the same to Allah. Zaura just pray, hopefully Zaura's sustenance is in Jakarta."

"Aamiin, yes Mother, Zaura prayed that Mother could get a job quickly and later we could quickly go home to Grandpa and Grandma."

"Aamiin's." Filzah assures the princess of prayer, who does not seem to want to stay away from Grandpa and Grandma for a long time. Filzah also hopes so. He hopes to return to the house of the Father and Mother-in-law by bringing money for the cost of his father-in-law's treatment and money to finance their daily lives.

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"Where are we going now?" Zaura asked after getting out of the train carriage. And now they are standing in the middle of a fairly crowded station with other passengers who will use the means of train transportation as well.

"We're gonna find a contract, honey, but before that we go to the gold shop first."

"What's Mother for?"

Filzah only smiled to answer the second question from the baby who had actively responded to every speech.

Without lingering again at the station Filzah who never left holding Zaura immediately out of the station and took an angkot to go to the place he had said to Zaura.

Now Filzah and Zaura have stood in front of one of the Gold shops in the city of Jakarta. Filzah turned his gaze to the tiny thing that was coiling on his ring finger. A golden ring that had been attached to his ring finger for years.

"Pardon me, I have to sell our wedding rings. I have no other choice, Mom. Only this ring can I sell. Hope you agree, Mas. Aamiin's." Filzah said in her heart that it was hard to sell the ring because the circular object was the only relic from her husband. But he had no other choice.

Finally, Filzah really stepped on his feet. Enter the gold shop and actually sell his wedding ring with Fahril to finance his life in the overseas land, the capital of Jakarta.

After a few minutes, Filzah left the gold shop. The money from selling the ring had also been put in the bag. And now his final goal is to find a rented house for his daughter to live in.

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Filzah and Zaura had arrived in front of a simple house that from now on would be their residence. After paying the rent and the landlord gave him the keys, Filzah immediately entered his rented house. Not to forget he and the princess simultaneously uttered the words Basmalah before they actually entered his house.

"Alhamdulillah we have finally arrived in Jakarta, dear, and we already have a house for our residence."

"Well, Mother thank God."

For a moment Filzah sat in a chair that was already in his rented house. He can breathe with relief because God has launched his journey from Malang to Jakarta.

Filzah hopes that by opening a new page in Jakarta he can find a job to meet his needs and can send Zaura and can raise money for the cost of treating his father-in-law so that he can recover and be able to activity as before.

"Mother let's call Grandpa and Grandma, Zaura misses Grandpa and Grandma."

Zaura broke the reverie of Filzah who was stringing life expectancy in the future. Filzah finally regained his senses and he immediately pulled out the handpone he had stored in his sling bag.

Because the phone is not a sophisticated handpone that can call with a video call connection, Filzah can only call his mother-in-law via voice telephone. However that was enough for Zaura who had started to miss her Grandpa and Grandma.

"Hello, assalaamu 'alaikum." The voice of Uzmah across from there began to be heard in Zaura's hearing.

"Wa 'alaikumus salaam Grandma." Zaura answered her Grandmother's greeting with a sumringah. He was happy to hear his grandmother's voice. Women who have raised and cared for him from childhood, just like their mother. 

"Grandmother, thank God Zaura and Mommy have arrived in Jakarta, and now Zaura and Mommy are already in the rented house." Zaura told her Grandmother that she and her mother had arrived in Jakarta.

Uzmah who was sitting with Jasir in their room immediately thanked the news of his daughter-in-law and granddaughter who had arrived in Jakarta in a safe state.

"Alhamdulillah, Grandma and Grandpa are happy to hear it, Zaura is fine there son, often call Grandma and Grandpa ya."

"Yes Grandma in Shea Allah, Grandma and Grandpa are also fine at home." Said Zaura who reminded Grandma and Grandpa to be good also at her home, in Malang.

His phone connection was cut off after Uzmah's greeting was answered simultaneously by Filzah and Zaura. Filzah kept his phone back in his little bag.

"Zaura now we put our clothes in the closet in the room, baby." Filzah invites his beloved daughter to immediately put her clothes into the closet in their room.

"Ready Mother." Without lingering again Zaura immediately went to her room and brought the bag she had been carrying since.

Filzah followed him by carrying a large bag containing his clothes. There was not much that Filzah brought from his father-in-law's house. He only carries clothes even he only has one small bag and the bag is the color has begun to fade but for Filzah the most important still can be used. Filzah is the simple type of woman in her life. It is not like the women out there who have a collection of many items and branded. For Filzah the most important thing he can eat is enough and must always be grateful because there are still many people who are less fortunate than him. The word is that Philzah will not see the one above him, but he will see the one below him so that he will always be grateful for the favor God has given him.

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Assalaamu 'alaikum Warohmatullah Westarokaatuh

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Do not forget to be thankful for every blessing God gives

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