My Husband My Pilot: Plane Crash Tragedy

Chapters 134.

Kansha arrived in a clean and beautiful neighborhood located on the outskirts of the city. He walked slowly looking for a place called Nusa Alliyah. Kansha did not know what place it was, only once she found the place, many children were running around in the courtyard. A large sign inscribed with Nusa Alliyah is clearly printed.

Kansha stopped in front of the fence, hesitating to enter because she did not see any sign of Miss Warni's whereabouts. Then a young woman in the hijab of toska came to him.

“There can I help, mbak?” sapanya friendly.

“I want to meet Miss Warni, does she exist?” ask Kansha awkwardly.

The smile of the young woman is getting wider, “Mbak must be Mbak Kansha yes?” guess it.

“Where do you know my name?” kansha asked confused.

“Ustadzah earlier advised that he would be the arrival of female guests.” Answer the woman.

“Ah so.” Kansha nodded her head.

“Oh yes, my name is Farah, mbak. Ustadzah said, mbak just go to the office.” Tell that woman again. Its friendly and gentle tone brings comfort to Kansha.

“Can you please show me where his office is?” pinta Kansha's.

Farah nodded, “Come follow me, mbak.” Bring along.

Farah started walking towards the building behind her. Kansha followed him without speaking anymore. They entered the building and found several long corridors like a school. The voices of children learning were heard echoing each other.

“This is school yes, Farah?” ask Kansha curiously.

“Iya, ibbak. It's called madrasah.” Reply Farah kept going straight. Then he turned right towards another corridor.

“Madrasah?” kansha asked confused.

“Madrasah it is another word of the school in Arabic. But the difference is that the madrasah here operates in the afternoon. And specifically discuss about the religion of Islam.” Obviously Farah.

Kansha nodded her head understanding.

“The students are still children huh?”

Farah nodded while looking at Kansha at a glance. He then began to explain back while still leading the way.

“This religious education is one of the things that must be learned since childhood. And the children here began to study religion since the age of 7 years. That age is the mandatory age limit for performing prayers. And you must have heard that a person's personality as an adult is determined by his attitude since childhood. So these children are being guided from childhood to know their religion and learn good manners.” Evidently.

Kansha nodded her head again. He was like an innocent child who knew nothing before being given an explanation.

“So the average age of children here is seven years?”

“Since they were first grade Elementary, their parents directly put their children here.” Farah explained as she turned her head with a smile.

After answering, Farah immediately stopped. They have arrived in a large room and have a sign above it. Teacher Spaces. That's how the planks are.

“We have arrived, mbak. Ustadzah Warni is in the next room covered by glass.” Point Farah at a room in the teacher's room.

Kansha nodded, “Thank you Farah. Already drove me.” Kansha smiled.

Farah smiled back, “Sama-sama mbak. It is only natural that we as fellow human beings help each other.” The reply.

Kansha nodded for the last time, “Then I enter first.” part.

“Mbak.” Farah's call made Kansha who was about to enter not so. Kansha turned back and looked at Farah questioningly.

“What's up?” tanyakanya.

Farah smiled gently, “Everyone has their own destiny and direction. In inviting guidance there are times when we will be difficult and feel shaky. But once we have made a decision, God will always help us. Rest assured, that there is no better direction but to receive the Oneness of Allah.”

Kansha was silent at Farah's statement. In her heart she wondered, what did Farah really mean? Or maybe Farah is talking about the process of gaining enlightenment?

“You..” Kansha did not continue her words.

With a still curling smile, Farah nodded as if understanding what Kansha was about to ask.

“Enlightenment, mbak. Mbak can definitely.” Said encouraging.

***

Kansha walks into the teacher's room after Farah leaves. The room looked empty and empty. It seems that because this has entered teaching time, said Farah. Kansha continued walking until she reached another room covered in glass as Farah had said. He knocked on it and the voice of someone he was about to meet sounded.

The glass door was opened from the inside and Bu Warni appeared with her elegant-looking tuscany robe. He smiled broadly at Kansha's arrival.

“Kansha. come in.” Bu Warni said it was still as friendly as ever.

Kansha also went inside followed by Bu Warni who had previously closed the door. Kansha sat on one of the brown couches in front of Bu Warni's desk while Bu Warni was brewing tea.

“I'm so happy once you send a message to meet. I guess you've forgotten me.” Said Ms. Warni while putting a glass of warm tea in front of Kansha.

“I where might forget about mom. Precisely I am worried that my mother has forgotten me because after all, our meeting is fairly short.” Tympano Kansha.

“I where might forget. Thank God, my memory is still quite strong despite meeting you at a glance. Because I think I should remember you.”

“Why should mom remember it?” ask Kansha.

“Because I am sure we will meet again. And sure enough, we're back together.”

Kansha smiled faintly hearing that, “Actually I have a goal of meeting mom.” His word.

“What is it?” ask Miss Warni.

Kansha hesitated. He played both hands. Don't know where to start.

“I'm confused, ma'am.” Kansha finally ventured.

Ms. Warni did not reply, she let Kansha continue her words until it was over.

“Actually this story is more complicated than it looks. But I am really confused right now. It felt like there was something strange about me. And it has to do with our conversation first.” Kansha continued with a frowning look so confused.

“It's okay, try to explain slowly.” Say Bu Warni.

Kansha first wet her lips, feeling nervous for some obscure reason.

“I'm not actually my parents' biological child right now.they adopted me when my baby was left in front of their house. And I just found out that my biological parents are still there. The story is quite complicated but the point is they are Muslim.” Kansha. Ms. Warni listened to Kansha's story carefully.

“Then I also have a prospective husband who is not one belief with me. He is Muslim, and I am not. We met when we were both stranded on an uninhabited island when the plane crash happened a year ago.”

“My husband-to-be explained to me what Islam is. At first I was not interested in Islam because I was not a follower either. It's just that after the tragedy, my life started to change. I am surrounded by good people who are very religious about Islam. They often explained to me what Islam is and its specialties. And subconsciously it made my faith waver. The highlight was when my real father died, and he left behind a letter and a veil where the contents of his writing touched my heart. He asked, Do I want to wear that veil for my happiness? From then on, my heart churned strangely. It felt very uncomfortable and at first it felt empty, suddenly as if fully charged. Instead of feeling claustrophobic, I instead felt a peaceful spaciousness.” Obviously Kansha is laden with deep confusion.

Ms. Warni smiled after hearing the super long story from Kansha.

“Do you feel it is something you think is good or just feels bad?” ask Miss Warni.

“It feels very comfortable but I don't know for what reason. But I think that's a good thing.” Answer Kansha.

“Then the answer is only one." said Bu Warni.

"What is that, Mom?" ask Kansha curiously.

Lady Warni again curled her smile, this time wider.

"Congratulations, Kansha. The door of your heart has been knocked by the guidance of God."

Kansha was silent, "What?" sahannya slow.

"Kansha, the religion of Islam is a religion that never forces. Those who were not Muslims had been knocked at the door of their hearts by Allah through the tenderness of Islam. Many people may get it, but few feel it. God has willed that it is time for you to walk the straight path."

Kansha was silent. His face felt hot tickling due to the words of Ms. Warni.

"You mean, I'm interested in converting to Islam?"

Miss Warni just smiled, "Just a second." Lady suddenly stood up. The woman went to a shelf containing many books that Kansha did not know. Then Miss Warni returned after taking a Quran. He's approaching Kansha.

"This is called the Qur'an. The holy book of islam. Here are many of God's precepts that govern all things in the universe. Including the pleasure of Islam. Try touching a little."

Miss Warni suddenly asks Kansha to touch the Qur'an.

"Can I do it?" ask Kansha worried. He's not a Muslim, is he holding it?

"No problem." he replied.

Kansha started to raise her right hand. This is the first time he wants to touch the holy book of Muslims. As he got closer, his hands turned trembling.

"Touch, it's okay" Ms Warni said again.

Kansha stretched her hand, and her right hand finally touched the cover of the Qur'an. But once touched, Kansha instantly distanced her hand. His hands were shaking violently.

"What do you feel?" ask Miss Warni.

"Eitherway. It feels so weird. And as soon as I touched it, I felt a cool sensation and my hand immediately shook itself." replied Kansha confused.

"Mom felt that too. Every time you finish teaching, you always hold the Qur'an to your chest for a while, and it feels very cool in your heart. I don't know why. It's so magical. Mother's heartbreak also instantly vanished just like that."

Kansha held her breath, "Is that what it means, I'm real.."

Miss Warni suddenly held onto both hands of Kansha making the owner look at Ms. Warni.

"Mom knows you are still overwhelmed with worries and worries. I'm not forcing anything on you either. I can only support you and pray for you. Remember Kansha, everyone who lives their life, must have a clear direction and guide. And in this case, Muslims have the Qur'an and the sunah of the apostle. And Allah azza waza'ala is always by our side. There is no religion as beautiful as Islam. And there is no better direction than the Oneness of God."

Rest assured, there is no better direction but to receive the Oneness of God.

Suddenly Farah's words flashed in his mind. Exactly the same words as what Miss Warni just said. Is it true that Kansha is ready to pick up the guide?

***

Kansha returns home with a kuyu. His conversation with Ms. Warni still haunts him.

But instead of feeling more confused, Kansha instead felt she would find the answer.

"Welcome, mother's daughter. You just got home?" grace's greeting made Kansha return to her consciousness.

"Hi, mom. I met a friend earlier." replied Kansha.

"Yes, then now go up and take a shower. After that we have dinner together." said Grace softly.

Kansha nodded slowly. "If so, I go up first ma." he said.

Kansha went up to the floor of her room. He went straight into the room and threw himself into the bed. His tired and sweaty body made him lazy to get up.

Kansha took the phone out of her pants pocket. He looked at his messaging app and there was no chat from anyone including Alan. It seems the man has not yet returned.

Tired of having nothing on her phone, Kansha placed her phone carelessly beside her body. He closed his eyes. I feel so sorry for what he's been through all day.

There is no better direction than to receive the Oneness of God.

Kansha opened her eyes immediately. He was struck by Bu Warni's and Farah's exact same words.

"But am I worthy?" his murmurs became discouraged. He is a manudia who has many shortcomings and sins, is it appropriate for him to enter the religion of Islam?

“Islamic Religion seems interesting indeed.” Comment Kansha.

Alan nodded confirming, “I am not a religious person but I am always proud and grateful to be a Muslim.”

Kansha was suddenly jolted by Alan's words while on the island. True, anyone has the right to enter Islam be it men, women, even ex-convicts though. As long as their intentions are firm in the name of Allah and hope for His favor, then there is no reason for him to always convict. Kansha already knew the answer from her worries all along.

He wants to convert to Islam.

Kansha suddenly woke up from her fall. And as a glimmer of light touched her gently, her heart became calm and airy. Kansha immediately went out of the room and was about to meet her parents.

As soon as he reached the dining room, where Graca was talking to Andrian, Kansha stopped her steps.

"Eh, Kansha. Let's eat." take Grace to realize her daughter's presence.

"Ma, pa. There's something I want to tell you." Kansha said still standing in her place.

"What?" ask Grace curiously.

"Before I wanted to say that what I was about to convey was through careful and long thought. I've been thinking about it for a long time and right now I feel like it's time."

Andrian and Grace waited for Kansha to speak.

With determination in his eyes, Kansha said firmly, "I want to convert to Islam." he said steadily.