Love Istiqomah

Part 3's. Spirit

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Filzah woke up from his night's sleep. Slowly he opened his eyes and sat himself down even though drowsiness still attacked him. He stared at the phone screen. The clock shows at 03:13 in the morning. Filzah rushed down from his bedroom bed. Beside his bed was Zaura who was sleeping in her sleep.

Ten minutes later Filzah went back into his room. He is fresh and no longer sleepy. Wudhu water scars still adorn his own face.

Slowly Filzah approached the princess who was sleeping well. A happy smile on his face. Filzah felt a sense of tranquility as he looked at the sleeping baby peacefully. For Filzah to see his daughter sleep peacefully is one of the favors that he should be grateful for there are still many outside there children his daughter's age who have no place to live and have to sleep on the streets. It was a miracle when Filzah saw the sight.

"Zaura.., Zaura wakes up darling." Filzah shook the princess' body gently to wake her up.

Zaura had not woken up from her sleep. But his eyes slowly began to open.

"Zaura let's wake up baby, let's pray tahajjud first yes."

Zaura began to return to her consciousness. But not yet complete.

"Mother, Zaura is still sleepy." Said Zaura in a limp tone. And his eyes were about to return.

Filzah stroked the top of the princess's head so as not to fall back asleep. "Zaura let's get up, baby, Zaura wants to go to school, right?"

Zaura nodded her head. But his body is still sluggish due to extraordinary drowsiness.

Filzah was very patient in developing Zaura. He understood if the princess did not wake up directly from her sleep. His name is also a child. Filzah only need to be patient to get the princess to wake up at night and perform tahajjud prayer which is also known as night prayer.

"If Zaura wants to go to school, Zaura wakes up now. We pray tahajjud after that Zaura prayed with Allah. Zaura asked Allah if Zaura wanted to go to school, yes."

Slowly Zaura began to wake up. He tried to sit himself down even though he was still staggering.

Filzah smiled gratefully because the princess managed to persuade him to wake up from his sleep.

"Alhamdulillah Princess sholihahya Mother is willing to wake up, read the prayer first darling."

Zaura raised her hands and recited the waking prayer that Filzah often reminded her of.

Zaura started to get off the bed but still staggered. Filzah who saw him chuckled and did not just remain silent.

"The sholihahya child Mother is still sleepy once yes, yes it is already a fat Mother yes."

Zaura nodded her head and Filzah directly carried Zaura behind her back. At first Filzah had trouble standing because the burden behind him was a little heavy. His daughter had started to grow up so he had to be extra-powered to carry her.

"Maa shaa Allah, the daughter of Sholihah, Mommy is heavy now."

Zaura smiled in response to her mother saying that her body was getting heavy so it was a little hard to hold her.

Fifteen Minutes Later...

Filzah and Zaura have finished performing tahajjud prayers with the congregation. Now they both laid their hands in the sky. Pour out his heart to the Creator and the Owner of all nature.

"O Allah, Robbi, Rohman, Allahumma sholli wasallim, Ala Muhammad. O Allah, O my Lord, thank God for the healthy and other favors that You give to slaves and children. O Allah send forth our sustenance. Allow us to live with halal sustenance. Allow the servant to get a lawful job so that the servant can meet the daily needs of the servant and can finance the treatment of the Father-in-law of the servant. And allow the slave boy, Zaura can go to school and can find knowledge. Aamiin Allahumma aamiin."

"O Allah, O Robbi, O Rohman, Allahumma sholli wasallim, 'ala Muhammad. O Allah Zaura wants to go to school, allow Zaura to go to school, O Allah, Zaura wants to be a smart child and later if Zaura matures Zaura wants to help Mother find money. Aamiin's."

Filzah looked back. He smiled at the princess who had just finished praying to her Lord.

Zaura returned her mother's smile as she moved from sitting down to her feet. Approaching the Mother and splashing in the arms of the Mother's affection.

Filzah hugged his daughter with infinite gratitude. Many times he kissed the crown of the princess's head wrapped in her tiny face.

"Allah makes a slave-son a sholihah-child who obeys your commandments and obeys You. Aamiin Allahumma aamiin." Prayer of Filzah in the heart.

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The sun began to shine. Occupy his throne. The earth returned bright with its rays. This morning, Filzah was looking for a job. After breakfast he changed into a neat outfit and got ready to go find work.

"Zaura, Mommy go first, baby, Zaura is okay, Mommy stay for a while?"

Filzah approached the princess who was learning to read the books of the stories of the Prophets. The book he got from helping his grandmother sell time cakes in the village.

"Yes Mother, Zaura is fine at home alone." Said Zaura who momentarily stopped her activities.

Filzah was able to breathe with relief as the princess did not mind being left alone at home. "Alhamdulillah, yes already then Mother go first yes dear."

Zaura nodded obediently. "Yes Mother." At once Zaura grabbed Filzah's hand. Kiss him with respect.

"Assalaamu 'alaikum."

"Wa 'alaikumus salaam Mother."

Filzah began to set foot outside his house.

"Mother."

Filzah's steps stopped. He looked back. Zaura was smiling towards him.

"Mother's Spirit!" Said Zaura gave encouragement to the Mother who will find work.

Filzah smile. He came back to the princess. And hugged him with growing affection every day.

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Filzah's steps stopped at a minimarket located right beside the highway so that many visitors came.

"Hopefully in the minimarket there is a job vacancy for me. Aamiin's."

Filzah put his foot back on. Enter the minimarket and do not forget to say basmalah before entering it. I hope there is a job for him.

After a few minutes Filzah came out of the minimarket. His face was not as bright as when he entered earlier. Instantly her cherry face faded.

"There are no job openings here." Filzah returned to his smile. "I can't give up, I have to stay up, in God's right, somewhere else there's a job opening." Filzah remains optimistic and positive-minded.

All day Filzah went down the path by step. Out and out of the store starting from the grocery store, toy store food store and other stores. But the result was the same there were no job openings for him. Sweat began to pour on his face which since this morning was exposed to direct sunlight.

Filzah paused for a moment. At times he was busy looking for work but he did not forget his duty as a servant who obeyed and obeyed His orders. Filzah prayed to God that he would be given patience in seeking sustenance that was not easy to obtain and required extra hard work.

After the prayer dzuhur Filzah back down the street. His eyes are looking towards the surrounding. Observe each of the large buildings that read basic shops, stationery shops and more. All the stores he cared about were written "there are job openings" or "need new employees". In the next minute Filzah saw that there was a "job vacancy" but not in front of the store but in front of an office. There is no way Filzah applied there because he did not bring his school diploma and it is certain that the large office before him requires new graduate students not like him who is only a high school graduate.

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Day starts afternoon. The sun began to fall from its throne. Filzah has not yet found a job. His stomach has been rumbling since. He was no longer strong enough to move his legs. His power is eroding. There is no reason for Filzah to continue exploring the highway that began to be crowded because surely the office workers were already on their way home.

Finally Filzah chose to return to his rented house even though he had not yet bagged the happy news for his daughter who would have been waiting for him. Waiting for the happy news from him about the job he was looking for.

"Assalaamu 'alaikum."

Filzah went into his house and said hello. But in the living room he did not find his daughter there. This morning when he was going to go looking for work his daughter was learning to read.

"Damura..."

"Zaura you where dear."

"Zaura you where dear."

Not stopping there, Filzah immediately looked for Zaura in another room. When he arrived in the kitchen he saw the little girl preparing dinner at the dinner table.

"Zorah."

Zaura who heard his name was called turned. He immediately smiled when he saw his mother had returned home.

"Mother." Zaura went straight to Filzah. He kissed his mother's hand with respect.

"Mother is home?"

Filzah nodded slowly. "Dear, thank God the Mother has come home."

Instantly Filzah's gaze turned toward the dining table that had been available rice and side dishes.

"Zaura provided all that food?" Filzah asked with distrust.

Zaura turned to look at the dining table. Then look at the mother again. "Yes Mother, Mother must have not had lunch, right?, this is going to be the night you Mother, yes already let's now eat Mother."

Without saying much more, Zaura immediately took the hand of her mother. Take him to the dining place. Even Zaura also provided a seat for her Mother.

"Maa shaa Allah, jazakillah khoiron Darling."

"Wa jazakillah khoiron Mother."

Although the side dish was just a plump egg and sweet soy sauce but Filzah did not expect his little daughter to be able to do it all. He became curious about where his daughter learned from how to cook eggs ceplok. As he remembered he had never taught Zaura about cooking.

"Oh yes before eating Mother wants to ask Zaura first."

Zaura raised next to her eyebrows. Expressing his curiosity.

"What do you want to ask?"

"If you may know, Zaura knows how to fry eggs from whom Darling?, instead of Mommy has never taught Zaura to cook?"

Zaura chuckled because her mother asked her about her being able to fry eggs. His mother had not taught him.

"Zaura has seen Mother and Grandma fry eggs so Zaura can Mother."

"Maa shaa Allah, very smart her son this Mother, but Zaura can fry eggs because who dear?"

Zaura was silent for a moment. Digesting Filzah's question at the end of his sentence.

"Because Zaura isn't Mommy?"

Filzah shook his head slowly. Zaura thought again. Seeking the right answer to the Mother's question.

"Because Mommy is the same Grandma, Zaura will often see Mommy is the same Grandma frying eggs."

Filzah nodded for the second time. "Not Dear."

"Continue because who's Mother?" Zaura had given up on the question of the Mother. The answer since then is nothing true.

Filzah smile. "Zaura can fry eggs because of Allah Dear. God made Zaura to fry eggs. So Zaura must not forget to always thank Allah, however small Zaura must always be grateful, dear."

Zaura nodded obediently. Finally he got an answer from the question of his Mother and Mother herself who answered him.

"Yes Mother, Zaura will always be grateful to God."

"If Zaura is grateful don't forget to say..." Filzah deliberately stopped his speech. He lured his daughter to straighten out his words that were deliberately paused.

Zaura was silent. But in the next second he seemed to know the continuation of the words of the Mother.

"Alhamdulillah." Speaks excited.

"Maa shaa Allah is the daughter of Mother Sholihah once." Filzah again praised Zaura once hoping her speech was a prayer for her beloved daughter.

"Oh yes Mother, it means thank God what is Mother?"

"That means praise be to Allah, dear."

"Oh." Zaura. His sense of urgency has been solved.

"Mother has a job, right?"

Filzah fell silent. He could only smile, a little. He was confused to answer his daughter's question honestly because honestly Filzah did not have the heart if the princess found out that she had not got a job at this time.

Zaura who was watching her mother fell silent into confusion.

"Mother why?"

Filzah began to wake up. He returned his smile. Smiles mixed with sadness.

"Zaura, I'm sorry, Mother, you haven't got a job yet."

Zaura was silent. He was also sad to see the look on the face of the Mother turned sad. But Zaura was not silent unless she went straight to Philzah and gently stroked his shoulders.

"Mother do not have to be sad, tomorrow Mother can find work again, the spirit yes Mother."

Filzah's heart melted. Seeing the princess who gave spirit to him was not only his heart that melted but his tears also melted immediately. Filzah could no longer hold back his feelings and immediately embraced his daughter.

"Maa shaa Allah Zaura, Mother's child, Mother's favorite child." Many times Filzah kissed the top of Zaura's head with infinite affection.

"Mother who is passionate seeks her work." Zaura again encouraged her mother to remain enthusiastic despite not getting a job.

"Yes dear, Mother will be eager to find work, for the future of Zaura, for Grandpa's medical expenses and for our daily needs."

Zaura smiled happily seeing her mother back excited to find a job.

"Zaura, you are the encouragement of Mother, Mother thanks God for presenting you in Mother's life, Mother loves you Dear." Filzah tightened his embrace. Expressing love and unfortunately to his only daughter who has been an encouragement in his life.

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