Love Istiqomah

Part 20's. Revealed

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A car stopped in the courtyard of the modest house belonging to the Jasir family. A man driving the car got out of his car. He is Azlan who deliberately came to Malang to catch up with his wife and daughter. Azlan watched closely the house in front of him. Then he glanced at the piece of paper that read the address of the house he copied from the picture displayed in Zaura's room.

"From the address is right, this is his house."

Without lingering again Azlan immediately stepped his feet. He stopped in front of a tightly closed door.

Tok...

Azlan knocked quietly on the door of the house. He hoped that the one who opened the door was Zaura because he could not bear the turbulent longing for the little girl who had colored his life lately.

While inside the house, Uzmah had just come out of the kitchen after breakfast with Jasir. Uzmah heard the sound of the door knocking without lingering again he went straight to the living room to open the door of his house.

Kreggs...

Uzmah opened the door of his house. He and Azlan accidentally come face to face. Suddenly, the two were surprised by each other. They seemed to have met each other before.

"Mother Uzmah?"

"Son Alan?"

The two are stuck together. Both Azlan and Uzmah knew each other. And they did not expect to be reunited.

"Mom how are you?"

"Alhamdulillah Good mother, son Alan himself how are you?"

"Thank God I'm good too ma'am."

"Oh, does Alan know where Mom's home address is?" Uzmah woke up and began to ask where Azlan knew his house in Malang.

Suddenly Azlan was silent. It speaks a thousand languages. He again realized that his arrival to this house was to meet with Zaura but he instead met with Uzmah.

That meant...

"I'm here to see Zaura."

"Don't Alan know Zaura, Mom's granddaughter?"

"Good-grandsons?." Azlan asked without guessing. 

Uzmah nodded her head. He was puzzled by Azlan's surprised facial expression.

"Yes Nak Alan, Zaura Mother's grandson, Fahril's son."

"Mother, Mother My mother her new father is Zaura, and means Zaura's father who died is...."

"Arrile." Azlan limped for a moment.

It is undeniable that Uzmah is also surprised to learn the true reality that Azlan is his new father Zaura, the successor of Fahril, his son.

"Ja-so son Alan His new father Zaura?, O God Mother did not expect it turns out that the person who replaced Aril as his father Zaura is Nak Alan, maa shaa Allah."

"Mom, is Aril dead?" Both of Azlan's eyes began to glaze over.

Uzmah nodded her head. He got carried away and his tears fell first.

"Yes my son Alan, Aril has left this world, exactly seven years ago, he died because of an accident at work."

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi roojiuun, Aril." Azlan could not hold back his tears.

"What kind of work does ma'am?"

"Aril works as a construction worker, one of the jobs that has a high risk, but this is destiny, God loves him more so God takes it from us."

"It turns out that the friend I've been looking for is gone, he's gone a long time ago, but I just found out, O God, strengthen your servant."

Azlan rubbed his face rough. He was devastated because he had lost the friend he had been looking for. Now he has found his existence but only left his name.

"Lady Alan who is patient, please take Aril's departure, it is not easy, but there is no other way than us to be patient to face this tough test."

As a mother who loved her son, Uzmah could not cover her grief. He will not be separated from tears when he remembers Fahril, his only son who had long left him.

"Mother, I want to make a pilgrimage to Aril Bu's tomb, I want to see him, even though all I meet is the tombstone."

Uzmah. He was willing to take Azlan to the final resting place of his son and Azlan's old friend.

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Azlan's steps stopped. He drowned next to the belly button that read "Fahril Ramadhan bint Jasir Muzaffar". His eyes glazed over as if he could not believe what he was seeing right now.

"Aril, thank God we meet again, but under different circumstances." As much as Azlan's energy held back his sobs that were about to break. "I can only meet face to face with a tombstone engraved with your name, I can no longer see your innocent unpatterned face." Azlan still had a chance to chuckle when he remembered the innocent and calm face of Fahril, his sidekick.

Uzmah could only stroke Azlan's shoulders. He tries to strengthen his son's old friend whom he already regards as his son as well, his brother Fahril. On the sidelines, Uzmah also continues to strengthen himself who is easily weak if he is on a pilgrimage to the tomb of his son.

Azlan was reminded of the old times. Memories with Fahril while they were still sitting on the High School bench.

10 Years ago...

The two young men who were wearing white-gray uniforms were none other than Azlan and Fahril just dropped out of their class. It's their graduation day and they and their classmates have been declared graduates.

"Thank God we finally graduated, too." Say thank you Fahril.

"Well, Bro, we must have graduated, we've been fighting our brains and energy all this time, and this is the result, we've passed." Azlan proudly put out his graduation statement paper.

"This is also thanks to God Lan, no matter how hard we try if God does not want, we will not pass."

Azlan rolled his eyes puffed. "Yes yes sir, oh yes by the way you want to continue to where?, with me, at the university of Indonesia."

Fahril just smiled. "I seem to go back to Malang, both my parents want to move again to Malang, they want to continue their lives in Malang, in their homeland." Azlan said with confidence.

"Yah you are not fun, our friendship is only three years, yes it is if both parents you want to live in the village ya lo here, we go to college together." Azlan was a little disappointed with Fahril's decision to come home with his parents.

"Lan, even though we're not a city anymore doesn't mean our friendship is over, and I don't intend to go to college, I want to help my parents to provide for us, I'm gonna find a job."

"Oh, yes already then you look for work here only, in the capital city of Jakarta is a lot of job vacancies."

"I have made the decision to go back to my hometown, my parents it is time they enjoy their old age with rest at home, it is time I make them happy, he said, in addition to work I want to accompany them live in the village, I'm sorry yes Ril I can not stay in Jakarta anymore."

Azlan could what if it was Fahril's decision. After all, he had no authority to forbid Fahril to return to his hometown. But as a friend, Azlan certainly felt heavy hearted left Fahril.

"Yes already if it's your decision, I appreciate it, but remember yes Ril, even though we can not meet again does not mean we broke up, anyway you have to keep calling me, our friendship can't break up, even though we can't hang out together anymore."

Fahril could only smile. This friend is possessive. Fahril is just his best friend, not his girlfriend. Maybe if Azlan had a lover he'd be possessive. As he did to Fahril at this time.

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"Lo my best friend Ril, until whenever you will not be replaced, I look for lo all this time, many times I call lo but you are difficult to contact." Azlan said when he woke up from the reverie of his memory in the past with Fahril.

"Sorry son Alan, that time when we were going home to the village, Aril crooked, he lost his handphone, so he could not be contacted, and Aril also could not contact you." Uzmah tried to explain why Fahril was difficult to contact at that time.

Azlan smiled. He doesn't bother about that at all. For him now he is quite grateful because he has been reunited with the best friend who once filled his days in the time of High School. Azlan was very grateful for having a good friend like Fahril. Perhaps if Azlan had not met and befriended Fahril, Azlan would not have been a good person. But with the presence of Fahril, Azlan can be contracted to become a better person.

The prophet Shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam teaches us to be friendly with people who can give us kindness and often advise us.

مَثَلُ الْجَلِيسِ الصَّالِحِ وَالْجَلِيسِ السَّوْءِ كَمَثَلِ صَاحِبِ الْمِسْكِ ، وَكِيرِ الْحَدَّادِ ، لاَ يَعْدَمُكَ مِنْ صَاحِبِ الْمِسْكِ إِمَّا تَشْتَرِيهِ ، أَوْ تَجِدُ رِيحَهُ ، وَكِيرُ الْحَدَّادِ يُحْرِقُ بَدَنَكَ أَوْ ثَوْبَكَ أَوْ تَجِدُ مِنْهُ رِيحًا خَبِيثَةً

“Someone who sits (friends) with sholih and ugly people is like friends with misk oil owners and blacksmiths. If you are not given the misk oil by it, you can buy from it or at least smell it. As for making friends with the blacksmith, if you do not find your body or clothes burned, at least you can smell bad.” (CHR. Bukhari no. 2101, from Abu Musa)

Ibn Hajar Al Asqolani said, “Hadits shows a ban on making friends with people who can damage our religion and our world. And this hadith also shows the encouragement to associate with people who can provide benefits in religion and the world.” (Fathul Bari, Ibn Hajar Al Asqolani, 4/324, Darul Ma’rifah, Beirut, 1379).

"Now I have the answer." Azlan remembered something. "Ril, that time when I first met Zaura, I felt familiar with Zaura's eyeballs, I like I've seen them before, and it turned out that Zaura's pair of eyes resembled those of lo Ril, and in fact, Zaura was the son of lo, the blood of your flesh, and, I did not expect that I would be united with your wife and son Ril."

Uzmah smile. "God intended Nak Alan to meet Filzah and Zaura who were none other than his wife and son Aril, daughter-in-law and grandson of Mother."

Azlan turned to look at Uzmah. He returned a sincere smile from Uzmah. "Yes Ma'am, the God who made us united, for me Filzah and Zaura are the successors of Aril who was once part of my life."

Azlan was silent. And her sobs broke. He was crying while holding a strong pusara Fahril.

"I'm sorry Ril, I'm sorry." Azlan said in his heart. Suddenly he felt guilty. Guilty to Filzah, his wife.

"I've been trying to be a good father to Zaura."

"But..."

"But I'm not trying to be a good husband to Filzah."

"*I'm sorry Ril, I'm sorry for my mistreatment of Filzah, your wife, I'm sure you must be angry and disappointed with me, because I've wasted Filzah, the woman you must love so much."

"Gue didn't mean it that way, but I haven't been able to, accepting Filzah to be my wife, I haven't loved her"

"But..."

"But after I know it turns out Filzah is your wife, I promise, I promise you lo Ril, I will try to be a good husband, even I will try to love Filzah*."

Azlan let out a long breath. He wiped his tears. In front of Fahril's tomb he had made a promise. He promised to be a good husband to Filzah, the ex-wife of his own friend.

"Fahril, I am sure that now you are not worried anymore, because Filzah has found a good man, who took your place to be her husband, she said,  and Zaura has also found a good father who took your place to be her father, that good man is Alan, your own best friend, son."

Uzmah smiled at Azlan. He can breathe a sigh of relief because his son-in-law and grandson are in the hands of the right man. Uzmah knew who Azlan was. Azlan is a good and responsible man. He also believed that Azlan could make Filzah and Zaura happy. 

Azlan could only smile bitterly. He did not deserve the praise of Uzmah. Because during his marriage he did not become a good husband for Filzah. He had sinned because he had desecrated Filzah, his own wife. 

خَيْرُكُمْ خَيْرُكُمْ لِأَهْلِهِ وَأَنَا خَيْرُكُمْ لِأَهْلِي

“You are the best for his wife and I am the best among you against my wife” (HR At-Thirmidzi no 3895 of the hadiths Aisyah and Ibn Majah no 1977 of the hadith Ibn Abbas and Shaykh Al-Albani (see As-Shahihah no 285))

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