Love of Muhallil

a dream

"Dad, why do you look so moody?" Haya held the soft hand of Mother like silk. Haya was unable to say quickly, as if Haya's throat was choked. There are a lot of things Haya wants to say.

The mother just rubbed the head of Haya and hugged her so tightly. Comfortable embrace again saturate the heart of anyone who is languishing, Haya so enjoy the embrace of the mother.

"Mother, why do you keep quiet" said Haya still in the arms of the mother.

Haya looked up to see the face of the Mother, the face of the Mother was beaming and looked at Haya with tenderness and Love. The look in the eyes of the mother was so soothing, so sad, just a smile without words and sounds.

"Mom, why are you so moody?" Haya cried again, taking off the embrace of the Mother and again the Mother just fell silent.

There was a stroke of sadness on the mother's face. With a sad expression the mother lowered her gaze, the mama's mocking face turned heartbreaking.

"Mom why, why are you sad?" Haya wiped her tears and hugged her back.

"Mother, don't cry.I beg you, ma'am."

Then the mother rubbed Haya's shoulder so gently and affectionately.

Haya took off her arms and tried to get close to her father.

Haya approached but the father turned his face away. Haya's heart was so sad, why did the father who had loved her so much and never even once scolded her now not want to look at her face? What's wrong with dad? why don't you look me in the face?

Haya bowed bitterly.why the person who is very much loved Haya, did not want to see his face even if only a glance.

"Dad....!" Lirih Haya and tried to hold the shoulder of the Father. But Haya's hand was thrown by the father, not so hard. But for Haya, the blow hurt her heart.

"Dad, why are you angry and why are you sad? Did Haya make you sad?" Haya asked curiously. The father turned his head and looked into Haya's eyes so sharply. Even the gaze full of anger and sadness mixed into one.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Haya tried to get close to her father.

There, in the eyes of the Father there was no hatred and anger there was only a clear stroke of sadness. The Father's hand waving the stop sign meant that Haya did not step closer, just stand in place.

"Dad....!" Lirih Haya as she looked into the eyes of the father who was dewy and teary.

During this time Haya only made the father cry three times, even then because of happy crying, the first when Haya was sick and healed again.

The second, when Haya got the achievement in her school, and Dad was so proud.

The third, when the father married Niko. My father knew the responsibility had moved.

Father's eyes were so sad and dewy. The father left Haya, who was still standing, unaware of his mistake.

"Dad... " Call Haya as the father passes away.

"Dad...." Call Haya while chasing the father through the flower garden. Like a beautiful garden. Many butterflies are colorful and beautiful and there are rainbows that decorate.

Haya continued to run until he reached the vast desert, the father continued to walk without looking. Haya hesitates between chasing after Dad or stopping from getting tired.

"Dad...." Shouted Haya trying to stop the footsteps of the Father, but the Father did not respond at all to Haya's call.

"Dad...." Haya was crying and sitting in the vast desert when she no longer saw the father, suddenly the father disappeared.

"Dad, I lost track of you Dad. Dad why Dad is so sad and won't look at me lovingly, Daddy Haya dear Daddy, don't do this to me!"

"Dad....." Shouted Haya. Haya awoke to the conscious, her breathing ngos-nangosan irregular.tight squeezing Haya's feelings this time.

At his sight Niko was still asleep. Haya took a long breath.

"I'm just a dream" said Haya rubbed his chest. There was relief, Haya was relieved because only a dream.Haya's heart would be destroyed when it was reality.

"Dad.... Why does this dream feel real. My father misses you" Haya sobbed softly and inched down from her bedroom bed.

Haya came out of the room and headed for the kitchen to grab a drink, perhaps by drinking the thought of the dream it would be slightly weakened and calm.

"Relax Haya, calm down" Haya advised herself.

Haya sipped the water in the glass slowly, the sleepiness that suddenly disappeared and now turned into anxiety erratically.

Haya fell silent and thought of the many branches, the complicated problems that Haya had to face were all complicated and complicated.

"God, why is it like this?" Haya clasped the glass restlessly.

Crickets.... Crickets....

The sound of water was heard by Indra Haya's hearing, Haya fell silent and made it clear what sound she heard.

Kriet's...

Haya turned her head and looked for the source of the voice, with the road settled and slowly, Haya found a white figure was standing behind her.

Before long the figure turned the body "astaga...." Haya exclaimed when he found the face of Pina's bik wrapped in a white channel without the motive.

He was so surprised he wanted to run.

"What's wrong, ma'am? I'm surprised.sorry, Mom."

Haya snorted bitterly at the shock but Haya tried to reply with a smile. Haya wants to be angry, but Haya holds it.

"Sorry that the aunt had exhausted her ablution and wanted to pray Tahajud, eh even bibik fart. So the aunt wants to take ablution again, but before the auntie wudhu bibik drinks first before going to the bathroom, sorry ma'am has made mom surprised?"

"Yes that's okay, bik," Haya turned to the wall clock that showed three o'clock in the evening.

Haya left the aunt to the family room, Haya mused and remembered Father and Mother who always built her for Tahajud Prayer. But Haya was always lazy. Even until now Haya still keeps the lazy feeling.

"Wake up, son! Let's say he wants to be successful. Let's wake up asking the same Gusti Allah son," Haya remembered the words of the Mother when she was able to wake up because she wanted to be a successful person.

"Father, mother, Haya kangen," muttered Haya quietly.

Now all that remains a memory, Haya really resisted the longing that was so heavy and painful.

Now do not pray Sunnah, even obligatory prayers Haya left with the pretext of lazy and tired. Though if Haya wants to take a time, it must still be a time, but it is a world full of tricks.

Faith is sometimes wavered by her sweet heavenly world.