My Sweet Journey's

Farewell

The wind feels cold touching the skin. The morning air is very fresh to greet the day. So soothing. In the middle of the flower garden in front of the house, Nisa was sitting on a bench. The garden was his favorite place, he himself planted the flowers that grew there and arranged them.

The girl's face looks happy, a month married to Hamzah she felt the beauty of people married. Until now, she has not been able to carry out her duties as a wife. That's what makes Nisa feel guilty about Hamzah. Although Hamzah stressed many times that he did not think too much about it. Nisa's recovery is paramount at the moment.

Nisa took her breath in. In his arms was a diary that always accompanied him. Some time yesterday, Nisa met Aria, saying thank you and apologizing. Thank you for making her aware of the nature of marriage and love, until she was united with Hamzah. The man Nisa thinks is perfect from all sides.

Apologize because he always interfered with Aria's life. Forcing an arranged marriage that is clearly unfulfilled. Ignoring the one precious gem that had long been by his side. Aria just smiled at Nisa's thanks.

"Know why not get married before."

Nisa widens her smile to hear Aria. Yes, you know why he did not agree to Hamzah's proposal. Regretted? Not really, everything must have been arranged by the Almighty.

Nisa fell silent, gently rubbing the diary book. He does not regret anything in his life that can not be estimated until when. Only God knows when he will be called home. But during that wait, he would live his life happily.

"Again what?" greet Hamzah. The man sat down beside Nisa, with the wife directly hugging her burly body.

"Bi, if I go...."

"Where to go?" cut Hamzah fast. I don't know why, but Hamzah's hunch lately has been very bad. Especially this Thursday. Nisa once said that she really liked Thursday especially afternoon like this. The girl said Thursday was the day on which many sins were forgiven until Friday became the best day in the Muslim faith.

"It's not good to go on a Thursday afternoon. Who knows, I'm among those forgiven for their sins, and Friday is approaching."

"Bi, quiet. Hear me. I'm really happy to be your wife for a while. I wouldn't be greedy asking for more. If my time comes, don't cry for too long. I don't want my existence to hinder your steps. Keep me in the corner of your heart, don't need much space. I was so happy."

Hamzah's tears flowed without being asked. The man hugged his wife. Slowly rub the corner of the eye that has runny.

"What are you talking about to Ra. Mbok yeah don't be weird." Nisa chuckled at the husband's relaxed answer.

"Moreover Bi." Nisa smiled

"I never regretted my short life. I found what I call true happiness these days."

"Bi. May we be together again in heaven." Nisa kisses Hamzah's cheek. The man stared inside Nisa's black netra. "I love you too, my Humaira. Let us pray that we may be found again there, amiiinn"

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Hamzah was still in place, until a pat on his shoulder resuscitated Hamzah. "Relieve him. Insulate him. Didn't you see him smiling as he left." one remark made Hamzah's cries come back.

A day after the two hugged each other in the park, after Hamzah returned home from Friday prayers, he found Nisa sleeping on the sofa in their room. When she woke up, Nisa said she just wanted to sleep in Hamzah's arms, Nisa said she was cold.

Nisa's tears trickled down as she closed her eyes. As if that time had come for him.

"I love you too, my Humaira. Najwa Khairunisa." Nisa smiled at the husband's whisper. It was like the sweetest parting sentence for her. Slowly Nisa's body squeezed, her hands drooping weakly.

Hamzah could only cry muffled at that time, he knew Nisa had left him, leaving behind a few beautiful memories in the life of a Hamzah.

"Dude..." Hamzah could not even look at his sister's face. The loss felt real leaving one big hole in Hamzah's heart, the lover of his heart back to its creator. Their soul mate just got there.

Aria hugged the body of her brother-in-law who was still loyal squatting on the side of the headstone of the wife. Hamzah has not left Nisa alone. Until Aria's voice made Hamzah stand up. The man sat there for almost two hours.

"What are you worried about your wife? We never know how he got there. But at least we know Nisa well, loves to read the Qur'an, loves to give alms. He loved to fast before he got sick. God, he won't be lonely."

Hamzah stepped in doubt, even so the further his steps were increasingly convinced. Before exiting the cemetery, Hamzah turned his head, watching his wife eat for the last time. "I'll wait for the time we meet again, my dear Humaira." Hamzah wiped his tears. Get in the car that Aria was driving.

"Take me to Papa Heru's house." Not answering, Aria just obeyed Hamzah's request.

At the residence of Heru, some relatives are still gathered, they will still be there because today until the next seven days there will be a message to pray for Nisa. Hamzah was immediately greeted by an embrace by his father-in-law. Another man who certainly felt a huge loss.

"Thank you, I've been accompanying Nisa to the end. Thank you for giving her a sweet life before she left." Heru's cry broke, followed by the weeping of Hamzah's mother, Adinda.

The two men were crying, looking at the photo of memories posted on the wall of Heru's house. The photo Nisa requested a week ago. In the picture, Nisa's smile expands perfectly.

One life ended, leaving millions of memories and sadness that lingered in the hearts of many. Nisa, the good and beautiful girl has returned to the lap of her creator after completing one stage of life. Mortal world.

Hamzah went into their room on the second floor. The Ashar prayer is almost overdue. Hamzah momentarily felt a void in his life. It was as if he was losing his direction. Not knowing where to go.

Until the corner of Hamzah's eyes saw a book beside the scriptures that Nisa often read. The last sheet he opened, his heart again wailing bitterly read the outpouring of Nisa's heart.

"I never regretted what happened in my short life. Because he gave me a gift at the end of my life. A husband I will always miss. Bi, if my time comes, don't be sad. After I leave, continue your life. Find a wife who can serve you well. I sincerely pray for your happiness Bi. Thank you for the sweet memories Abi gave me. Don't cry over our farewell. Because I'm always begging that we meet again."

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