Love Me Mas
PART 11'S
haiiiiiii guysss don't forget its like dong kaka
The crowing chicken woke up my sleep, I looked at the watch was right at 03:00 am, It turned out Mas Hasan was in front of the well, drawing water for us to bathe. After praying tahajud, reading wiridan, morning prayers, murojaah together, do not feel the sun has paled with valour.
I prepared provisions for Mas Hasan, then chose clothes for the event later, I was invited to attend the Inter-religious Peace and Tolerance Training in Kaloran District, Temanggung Regency. The event was organized by The Asian Muslim Network Indonesia.
I don't understand how later ??? Will I meet a monk? a nun? or the creepy man in the horror film series titled Valak? or what??? Oh my God, how should I.
"You'll be on the show, won't you?"
"God willing, but Mai is afraid, how will it be?"
"Empressed to be afraid, Bismillah, confident, say what you have to say, of course with a soft word so that they also understand" I just nodded, then Mas Hasan hugged me.
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I was sitting in front of the house holding the interpretation, Shortly afterwards appeared some middle-aged women dressed in white robes, there were also teenagers wearing saffron-yellow robes. My heart is getting worse, I don't understand how to say hello I just smile and then bow my head, they smile back.
The event has started we introduce each other despite different backgrounds, the event runs smoothly .
here we will apply some tolerance when a neighbor dies, no matter what religion everyone is involved in helping. Starting from bathing the corpse, take grass for feed the grieving animals for one week alternately to cradle (if the deceased Buddhists, recited paritta for one week in the funeral home, and then take a nap, finish reading paritta people will stay overnight at the place),” also read tahlil for seven days if the dead Muslims.
After a few minutes participants were given some snacks and also lunch . We pray in our own way . Then allowed to go home.
I saw a beautiful woman wearing a robe, her nose pointed, her chin taper, her eyes narrow with glasses. He approached me, extended a hand to shake his hand and then mentioned his name Xan Xan .. Chiu Xan Xan was more precise.
He told the journey from college to finally choose to leave the luxury of the world and choose to become a monk, his hair was also stripped. It also explains some
Duties & Duties of a Monk.
He explained that a person who has entered the bhikkhu-an life has a duty and obligation to carry out the Dhamma and Vinaya.
There are rules that he must train. There are two kinds of rules that a bhikkhu trains for:
Rules that lead to purity.
Rules that led to the speed of his life as a monk.
Ahhh I don't actually understand any of it explained, I just nodded assent . But how I was surprised when he confessed that he was also amazed by Muslims especially to the memorized book of the Qur'an .he embraced me and then said goodbye to go home.
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Mas Hasan has not come home, I accidentally found a book that fell in the bag, I open page by page there is a piece of paper that reads poetry .
A story
never thought of going through it
if it's an ocean, I can't cross it
if the day keeps pushing me
jumanani Lillahi Ta'ala
I'm the one who tried to reverse Qalbu
destroying the seed of love
replacing his love only to Allah, Ataghfirullah is so difficult
Until the night of the creator of heaven and earth went down around the world
I can't bear tears
either the drops of love mixed with sin
Or is sin hidden in love
in my mind always imagined you
(25 April 2017 )
I just smile myself right my guess Mas Hasan has liked me a long time ago. I have not had time to read the next page suddenly there is a middle-aged woman entering my house without excuse without greeting
he looked very angry and suddenly he snapped at me.
"Ohhhh so you are trying to influence my son so do not want to join the worship to the Monastery? You bitch "
I still did not understand, she kept cursing with harsh words, had pulled my hijab until a few strands of my hair were visible, my cheeks had been scratched by her sharp nails . What wrong? Who exactly is this woman? I cried as hard as I wished Mas Hasan would come home soon.
I was still staring at the ceiling of the room, Surprised by the incident just now, wondering who hit me just now? what wrong? my cheeks were still sore, the scratches of his former nails still felt dry blood wet again by my tears, I sighed, My lips still trembling slowly I said the words of God.
I was still looking for Mas Hasan waiting for him to come home, hoping that I would be calm by his arms, I would be back at ease like there was nothing after he was caught, but all empty, which I waited for never to come.
The sound of my sobbing cries I heard, Silence turned to crisp, I tried to lift my still dizzy head, walking to make sure what was happening, I tried to raise my still dizzy head, I was wide-eyed to see Xan Xan the beautiful monk I met was already sprawled by the citizens, I saw the middle-aged Mothers who had hit me right in front of Xan Xan while cursing, I saw the middle-aged Mothers who had hit me right in front of Xan Xan, he mentioned that Xan xan had stolen. I approached Xan Xan trying to defend him I knew he wasn't, it was just slander.
I haven't had time to take Xan Xan away the citizens have invaded me did not have time to dodge, my weak body fell My stomach was stepped on I wanted to scream in pain but my mouth was silent. Blood continued to flow in my legs, my veins seemed to be cut off, my eyes were wide open. Allahs ...Allahs.. Allah ... I groan in pain .
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"Ndukkkkp.. Cah ayu. wake up ndukk... "
I heard mother's soft voice, but I could not answer, I felt mother's hand, but I was powerless.
"Dickk.. I'm sorry I wasn't there at the time." I heard my lover's voice, but again I couldn't answer.
"I'm sorry Xan Xan mbak Mai, it's all my fault" I heard Xan Xan's beautiful monk's moans.
الَّذِي خَلَقَنِي فَهُوَ يَهْدِينِ . . وَالَّذِي هُوَ يُطْعِمُنِي وَيَسْقِينِ ..
وَإِذَا مَرِضْتُ فَهُوَ يَشْفِينِ.. وَالَّذِي يُمِيتُنِي ثُمَّ يُحْيِينِ ..
وَالَّذِي أَطْمَعُ أَنْ يَغْفِرَ لِي خَطِيئَتِي يَوْمَ الدِّينِ ..
(i.e., the Lord) Who created me, He guided me, and my Lord, whom He fed and drank to me, and when I was sick, He He healed me, and the One who will turn me off, will then turn me on (back), and the One I desire will forgive my iniquity on doomsday.”
I heard the chanting of the Qur'an I understood the verse very well, I knew that the voice of my Husband, I knew that Mas hasan . But I can't go on.
***
"Bukk, Jnengan kundur mawon let Hasan who is here, Xan Xan too, tomorrow if Mai has realized I am directly Hasan purugi here "
"No Nang Ibuk still want to wait for Mai here" said the mother.
Before long the nurse came in to call me to the doctor's room.
"I'm sorry to Hasan's brother my patient's husband wants to talk to him"
"I'm sorry Mr. Hasan the accident that was experienced by Ms. Mai was very severe, the fetus in the womb was dead. His uterus was damaged so we performed a total hysterectomy surgery with bilateral salpingo-oophorectomy, which is the removal of the uterus, cervix, fallopian tubes (salpingectomy), and ovaries (oophorectomy). so that he may not be blessed with another child, I hope do not tell him because it is still a stage of recovery .hopefully you can be patient Mr ."
Like being struck by lightning Mas Hasan still can't believe what the doctor said.This is a lie right? dik Mai is okay, right.? Tears could not be contained, my lips trembled, Mas Hasan entered the room with grief, while looking at Ibuk holding back tears, Mas Hasan tried as if nothing had happened.
"Pie Nang?" tanya ibuk
"Mboten nopo-nopo buk, but the fetus in the stomach dik Mai has miscarried, mugi-mugi ngenjing sampun healthy malih. nyuwun added pandongane ibuk"
Mas Hasan said while trembling to hold back pilu. ibuk did not answer a single word only tears that continued to pour out. Please forgive Hasan Dik... Forgive Hasan Buk. What if Mai later finds out if she does not have a uterus anymore. Although Mas Hasan knew all this did not reduce his love for Dik Mai, but could he accept this fact Yaa Rabb.
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I couldn't feel anything, I tried to open my eyes slowly, Not the bamboo roof at home I saw, but the ceiling with the sparkling lights. The infusion needle that had stuck sharp in my finger, the stinging smell of medicine. Why am I in this place???
"Masyaallah nduk cah ayu" mother's voice while kissing me .
"Dikkk" Mas Hasan's Voice.
I still don't understand what's going on, my stomach hurts and it's full of bandages. I cried hugging my mother tightly . I remember what happened that night when my stomach was stepped on. I lost my baby, God...
"Ora opo-opo nduk, all pairs with Allah. miscarriages are common. later also get windfall again.the proof is that your budhe is his son a lot to, sik patient ya nduk sek strong. jemar atine rahmate pengeran kui sprawling nduk."
I was crying more and more so, I saw that Mas Hasan was also as excited, he did not dare to look at me, O Allah, strengthen my heart.
