METAPHOR OF YOUNG LEGISLATOR LOVE
Hengky and Fisha (Part 1)
Today is the first day Hengky Atmaja officially served as President of Atmaja Group, as well as the last day he served as a Board Member, because today also the letter of resignation officially has been submitted.
Unlike usual where he could leave at will, this time Hengky left early in the morning, because the work in the company had piled up due to his father who now ran away somewhere. Fortunately, there was Dio, the father's personal assistant who actively contacted Hengky for corporate affairs, so Hengky did not take long to adjust to his duties and responsibilities.
"Good morning, Boss," said Dio as soon as Hengky was about to enter the President's room, his father's former office.
Hengky just nodded his head, then went into his study and sat facing the pile of files that were waiting for his touch and signature.
"Not checked yet, Boss?" Dio reminded.
"I believe in you, just like my papa trusted you so much" said Hengky as he continued to lather file after file on the table with his signature.
After finishing, Hengky moved up and dropped his body on the sofa. His eyes closed, while his index finger and thumb he used to massage the base of his nose to just remove the fatigue he felt.
"It was fortunate that there was a Fisha in the hospital, so Mama was not alone," Hengky's inner heart.
And as big as the story of Hengky and Fisha last night really made Hengky smile on his own.
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Flashbacks
"But he has no intention of setting me up with you, right? Mama's gurgle was really strange today," Hengky idly asked to melt the atmosphere.
"Master, you can refuse him. I've told Auntie that she will never impose her will on you, Sir. I personally have conveyed a series of reasons so that he would undo his intentions. But he's determined to match us, sir. Forgive me," said Fisha while bowing her head.
"So right, Mama wants to betroth you to me?" Hengky rounded his eyes.
"What's? So You? mmm, sorry, Mister. Forget my words. I was just kidding," realizing that Hengky had no idea about his mother's plans, Fisha closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
The end of flashback.
***
Hengky closed his eyes, after a night of defending without being closed. Fatigue is also unbearable sleepiness, making sleep the only option.
But suddenly, a beautiful melody from his pants pocket rang, signifying a flat object inside there for the owner to touch.
At a glance, Hengky looked at the incoming number without lifting it. But once a name was listed there, Hengky immediately accepted it.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma," said Hengky.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, son," Madam Atmaja's voice on the other end of the phone sounded so tense.
"Mama why?" Hengky was still flat responding to his mother's tone.
"Please hurry to the hospital, son," asked Mrs Atmaja later.
"What's up, Ma? Did something happen to Meysie's sister?" Hengky started to get tense.
"Not Meysie, son. But Fisha," Madame Atmaja made it clear.
"Fisha? What's wrong with Fisha, Ma?" Hengky showed his worried tone.
"Not Fisha, son. But mother. Her mother can't hold on, son. His mother had just died" continued Mrs Atmaja.
"What's? Died off? Innalillahi wa Inna'ilaihi roji'un," cried Hengky.
The car that was driven by Hengky also squeaked, as soon as it arrived at the hospital parking lot. A few seconds later, Hengky immediately went down and ran into the hospital lobby, past the outpatient poly, IGD, and operating room before he finally got to the ICU room.
From a distance, a beautiful girl was hugging Mrs Atmaja. His tears were breaking, his shoulders were shaking violently like his soul was certainly hit hard.
"Tante, how is it, Auntie. Please Fisha. You can't die, Auntie. Help me!" renuk Fisha in the arms of Madam Atmaja.
"Already, Fisha. Don't cry" Madame Atmaja calmed down.
"Tante, now Fisha is completely alone, Auntie. Fisha has no one else," whispered Fisha while stunned.
"Don't talk like that, honey. You still have an aunt, son. Assume Aunt is your mother, "persuade Mrs Atmaja.
Hearing that remark, Fisha was even more intrigued. Her tears are really spilling.
"Mother ..., Fisha wants Phisha's mom, Auntie. Mom ..., don't stay with Fisha, Mom. Don't stay with Fisha. Don't you want to see Fisha graduation and get married, so you can hold your grandchildren later?" Fisha scatters indistinctly, while Madame Atmaja lets Fisha spill all her grief.
Realizing that Hengky had arrived, Madam Atmaja signaled for Hengky to approach them.
"Son, Mama please. Realize the last wish of his mother, Fisha!" let Madame Atmaja be serious.
"I mean Mama?" ask Hengky did not understand.
"Fisha's mother's wish is to see Fisha get married and happy. Then only you can make it happen, son. Marry Fisha right now" explained Mrs Atmaja later.
"I mean Mama? Married in front of Fisha's mother's body?" ask Hengky shock. While Madam Atmaja just nodded, confirming Hengky's question to him.
"Sorry, Ma. Not that Hengky objected to Mama's request. But kabul in front of the corpse is not taught in religion, nor is there any benefit at all, both for the corpse and for Hengky and Fisha. After all, death is a mourning event, whereas marriage is a happy event. The better thing to do is to take care of the corpse in advance, bathe, pray, pray and bury until all the questions related to the management of the body are completed. After the atmosphere is calm, a new kabul ijab can be done, Ma," explained Hengky at length times high.
"Just get married religiously first, son. It didn't take long and didn't have to be in front of the body. Mama just wants, once her mother Fisha is buried, Fisha is not alone anymore because there are already us who love her as a wife and aide to the family of Atmaja," said Mrs Atmaja could not be bargained.
"But, Ma ...,"
"August ...,"
"Sstt, Mama's decision has been unanimous" said Mrs Atmaja.
***
"I accept the marriage and marriage of Nafisha Hasna bint Abdurrahman with a dowry a set of prayer tools paid for in cash."
With sincerity and sincerity, that day Hengky recited kabul ijab in the tiny house of Fisha, just before the body of his mother Fisha was buried. And true, Fisha really did not have anyone else so that the guardian of the judge eventually became the guardian for the marriage of Fisha.
In an instant, Hengky had officially become the husband of Fisha, along with the legitimate word that sounded squealing in all ears that heard it.
Again, God showed His power. He is the most beautiful screenwriter of life, and creates the brightest tones of life in the life story of every human child.
As a servant, the souls simply revolve around a play that is always a secret, but always beautiful in time.
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