
Dusk seemed to be accustomed to the charm of her beauty, the sky was shrouded in black fog, drizzling points descended to wet the earth, then followed by the rush of rain water accompanied by strong winds. Anwar had been sitting all day in front of a tombstone that read Seruni bint Setiawan, his voice was so vulnerable and heartbreaking, rain water flushed his body to the point of shaking withstanding the cold. All the persuasions Rangga so that Anwar returned home not harried, he continued to sit tight as if reluctant to separate from the place. Rangga was out of his mind, he ordered his men to bring Anwar home. Anwar revolted and cursed the fog but he lost power. Anwar was put into a room and locked up.
"Open the door.. open it. Let me accompany him" Rintih Anwar while banging on the door of his room.
" Help Dad, open the door.I still want to keep him company." Anwar said repeatedly. After several hours of screaming, his voice weakened and disappeared
Rangga wiped his tears, he felt very hurt by his son's attitude, he realized all that happened was because of the failure in educating him, he opened the room and saw his son lying behind the door. He lifted Anwar then laid on a soft mattress.His body was hot and his lips trembled with the cold. The best doctors and nurses were brought in to take care of Anwar. Rangga also accompanied him, he was so worried about losing his son. Three days and three nights Anwar had a high fever, his mouth was unceasingly stirring and his tears fell on the sidelines of his eyes. The fourth day the heat began to subside and was declared healthy
Anwar had been physically fit but his soul was still aching, he was still lying on the bed helplessly, he looked lethargic and weak, his eyes seemed empty staring at the ceiling. Rangga constantly invited her to talk and comforted her but Anwar did not respond. Said Anwar friends to be able to provoke him to talk or just smile but this was in vain. The best psychiatrist was brought in by his father but for weeks there was no change.
"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh, can I meet with kiyai?" Rangga
"Wa' alaykumussalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh, he is inside. please come in and sit down first sir" said a young man.
Rangga sat in the guest room, he was treated to warm tea and snacks. One of them met, his face looked calm and radiant. Rangga kissed kiyai hands full of ta'dzim, he also told the purpose of his arrival that concerns his son, sometimes his tears flowed unstoppable when telling stories.
After the Maghrib prayer, Anwar was left by his father. He was placed in his new room. During the one year Anwar forged his soul, he much turned more calm and cheerful. The teachings of the imam Al-Ghazali and Ath-Tho'illah changed his outlook. He felt ashamed of himself who was so fragile and ungrateful, he realized his great sins. Istighfar chants he always uttered after prayers and do'a-do'a for the good of loved ones he always promised especially for his late mother and Seruni.