Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)
Chapter 155: The End of the Story (3)
Hajjah Aisyah was trapped alone in a room with a disheveled appearance. Since his separation from Haji Zakaria, he no longer took care of himself. Tangled hair and puffy eyes are proof that Hajjah Aisyah was so hit with the decision of the husband.
Hajjah Aisyah chose to shut herself in the room alone while remembering the sweet memories she had passed with her soulmate. She stared at the window of the room her husband used to look at, then the loving man would tell her to come closer and hold her tightly.
If it is in such a position, Haji Zakaria will tell a beautiful romance. Whisper meaningful sentences. Romance taken from the story of history or Prose of love neatly packed in a beautiful word. Ah, his literary knowledge is indeed qualified.
Hajjah Aisyah is always showered with beautiful sentences, tenderness attitude, and affection that seems never-ending. But now, unfortunately, it will never be again he got. All that remains are beautiful memories that are so stifling to remember. The fruit of his bad deeds in the past. He was completely mired in a black hole without being able to rise back to the surface.
Haji Zakaria is no longer in the Bustanul Jannah residence. After deciding to divorce hajjah Aisyah, resigned and hiatus to teach at the boarding school that has been led for many years. Now he pulled over at the villa he had bought a few years ago to prosper. He was no less hit, the reality he faced was much more painful than all the trials he had received.
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Days change. The clock continues to play its part. Slowly but surely Haris told Hana the facts about the condition of his feet. The young man was looking for a way so that the wife did not feel sad and could also accept the destiny of God's decree.
Haris has also decided to take care of Hana alone. Helps take food, cut nails, also bathes. As much as possible, he did it all himself. But beyond expectations, it turns out Hana received it with a heart that is so airy. Even his wife is stronger than him.
“What makes you so tough and booby?” Tanya Haris held Hana tightly. As usual, he rained down on the top of his wife's head with a kiss.
“Remember the story of Abu Qilabah? One of the heartwarming stories of friends” Sahut Hana. Must shake.
“Directed by Ibn Hibban in the book of ats-Tsiqat, this story is narrated from Abdullah bin Muhammad, he said that one day I was in the border area, Arish region in the land of Egypt. I saw a small tent, which from his tent showed that the owner was a very poor man. Then I went to the camp in the desert to see what was in it” Hana told me, he took a breath by pausing his sentence.
“Then I saw a man. But not an ordinary man. The condition of this man was lying down with his hands and feet stumped, his ears hard to hear, his eyes blind, and there was nothing left but his tongue talking”
“From his words, the man said, O God, give me inspiration to continue to be grateful for Your blessings that You have bestowed on me. And You greatly glorify me from Your other creation”
“From this story of Abu Qilabah I learned how to be grateful for whatever we have and remain patient with what befalls us. He said I'd be treated intensively. There is also a chance of a full recovery. What should I worry about is the favor of another God so much. Abu Qilabah and the other chosen people out there have a myriad of more severe trials. I have to stay up. Actually only one that I worry about” said Hana raised her head to see Haris who accompanied her lying on the bed.
“What is it?”
“I'm afraid it will be very troublesome mas. Moreover, mas has a myriad of activities that also drain energy. I'll be a burden” Lirih Hana sad. Haris smiles. He then kissed Hana's head again.
“You are my duty and responsibility. It might be troublesome. But I'm happy to work on it. The work we enjoy cannot be called a burden. Dear... We can definitely go through all these trials. We are optimistic that you will recover as usual, hm?” Sahut Haris looked at Netra Hana who was condensing haru. Like a crystal surface, those glittering eyes radiated beauty.
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It has been more than a week Romi was in an unconscious coma after the operation was carried out. Arini waited faithfully. This sad-faced beautiful woman painstakingly helped Romi wash his body with a little water found in a wet cloth every morning and evening so that Romi's body was always fresh and fresh even in a state that was not be aware.
Arini always invites Romi to talk whenever the opportunity arises. It was as if the man lying down could hear whatever he was saying. Arini gave him some spirit. Waving words of love and saying many promises if God is willing to make Romi siuman and back healthy as ever.
“Mas, says Misna.. I used to be in a coma and took care of me. Don't care under any circumstances. Going home from work or a holiday will definitely choose to go to the hospital. Praying near the bed where I was lying kept praying and wishing me well.. I spent months without complaining.. Hiks hiks” Arini spoke with tears streaming down the back of Romi's hand.
“But now even the mas lying unconscious. Just week.. Yes Rabb. It's only been a week but it feels like it's been months.I'm sincerely taking care of the mas, very sincere. But I'm too fragile mas.I'm afraid I can't see the condition.. Sakiiit heart.. Please wake up.. Look at me. I'm mohoon.. I promise to change.I promise to repent.I promise I will be a full-fledged wife.I promise! Hiks hiks!” Arini kept caving. He closed his eyes in despair.
If time could be turned. If only the ears could hear less. If the heart could understand the truth. If the soul were not subject to the sense of illusion. If…
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Thunder sounded. Lightning boomed softly welcome outside there. This rainy season causes more humid temperatures with the intensity of rain outpouring that more often falls to meet the bentala.
Arini fell asleep in a position to hold Romi's hand. Lately Arini is rarely sleepy, he almost forgot what is a comfortable sleep again. He faithfully waited for Romi to awaken with anxious hopes.
In his sleep, Arini dreams of being on a dock. She and her husband went to the port. Romi took Arini on vacation to the island of cypress. The dashing young man said that the island they were going to visit was an island with a sea of blue and white sand that spread widely.
Arriving at the dock, they were scattered with each other. A loud honking sound that buzzed the sign that the ship was about to sail. But Arini was still waiting for Romi with anxiety until she finally saw her husband had been on the boat waving his hand. Arini would catch up, he with all his might ran in pursuit. But alas, he stumbled upon a pebble and fell to the ground. The ship moved away from the land.
Sreeggs
Arini wakes. Breath snuffling. Running on the dock chasing the ship feels so real. Adrenaline's racing. Not yet able to breathe perfectly, Arini felt that something was moving in his hand.
“Mas...?!” Arini strangled Haru. Romi's hand is moving. Was her husband a weaver?
Arini will rise from her seat. He wanted to inform the nurse or officer on guard to help him call the doctor. Arini almost darted away, but her hand was intercepted by something familiar.
“Ja...ngan per..gi” Said Romi weakly with eyes still closing. With all her might her weak hand held Arini's delicate hand.
“Mas... It's me Arini, it's me mas!” Arini smiled in a roaring cry.
“Ry... A...ku men...love..mu ka..re.na Allah...” The eyes of Romi slowly open. A clear tear fell on the corner of his eye.
“I know mas, I also love mas,, I love mas because of Allah..Mas strong, wait...I will call a doctor! Wait yes..” Arini said, but Romi did not let him go. The hand is not removed even gripped tighter.
The door opened, as Haris pushed Hana who was in a wheelchair into the room. They approached Romi and Arini.
“A...ku me...ri...dhoi..mu se...ba.gai my wife...” Continue Romi with a heavy voice. His hand grips slowly loosened. Arini saw another drop of tears fall from the corner of her husband's sad eyes.
"Mas... Don't talk too much first... " Said Arini, this time he took the initiative to hold Romi's hand tightly.
"Ja. ngan ting. gal. kan sha. lat... obey to. pa. da.. Allahs... A. ku me. ni.. tip.. kan you to. pa. da... God" Romi said intermittently. His voice began to disappear.
"Mas... Hix... Mass... " The tears can no longer be contained. Arini's tears are spilled.
“Asyhadu an laa ilaa ha illallah.
Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.it.
The wave on the patient monitor stopped. Romi said his creed. He breathes out his last breath along with the release of a tight grip on Arini's hand. The hand flew down. Time stops turning.
“Mmmas…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” Pekik Arini Nyalang. Her crying is breaking. Hana brings Arini into her arms. Hana was crying too.
Haris darted to Romi's left side. Haris's knee was limp. His feet are unable to climb. His best friend just left. Even Haris had not had time to express his deep gratitude for all his loyalty and sincerity.
“Romy.............” Lirih Haris's. This young man cried without a sound. He did not lose hit.
What a beautiful end. Romi met his Rabb in Husnul Khatimah.
Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi Raji
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