Pledge of Love for a Life of Heaven

Cahya Firdaus

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"Yes, Jeng?" those words were the first time Fahri addressed me while talking over the phone after all these years we were apart.

Every sweet word that came out of Fahri's lips seemed to imply meaning. Meaning that can never be touched. Even his overly special attention, was able to tear down the walls of a frozen heart. A-R .... That word that was tucked in the heart. Maybe I was too G-R and misinterpreted his words and attention as long as we were friends. I should have realized. Who I am and who he is. There is no way, in real life, that I am transformed into an Abu Upik or ... Cinderella's?

"I know, you have a crush on me, Jeng?" tanya was then spoken from Fahri's lips.

"No. I'm not-"

"If you had a crush on me, what a pity! Already late. Not because there's another girl, but-" Fahri hangs up his words. I don't know what he'll say next.

"From then until now, I never had a crush on you, Ri. Don't G-R dech."

A piece of our conversation after attending a school reunion event.

Fahri .. a very simple and religious friend. He was always nice to anyone. Maybe because it's too good, it's not just me who's ever misinterpreted his attention. However, some of the girls who were friends with him once thought the same as me. Might as well.

After Danu broke off our relationship, I often spent the day off with Fahri. Sometimes fishing, friendship to the house of friends, or vacation to tourist attractions. Our relationship remains the same. Friendship .. nothing more.

Until one day, I made a mistake. Gathering all my courage, I asked Fahri.

"Ri, actually ... How is our relationship? We're friends or ...."

"Sorry Jeng, I-I" That's the only word that came out of his lips in response to my question. As if I could understand his words, I tried to accept reality ... Fahri is not an angel that God sent to take care of me.

I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes, holding in the back the whack. I feel played with by taste. A feeling that should not be greeted. I had to hit, before the taste got deeper.

From then on, I decided to stay away from Fahri. Not sending or replying to messages. Not just ... Just saying hello by phone.

I started to set my heart and open a new leaf. Without Danu or ... Fahris.

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Five months after the hard test greeted, instead of changing with happiness, but .. came again the next tough test.

Ms. Ratna is pregnant. She is covered in the flesh of her ex-boyfriend Ryan. The vile man who killed Ratna's biological son.

Knowing of Ratna's pregnancy, the mother grew angry. He would not have grandchildren of the man who had persecuted and killed Fadhil.

After taking a break, Ajeng and her husband decided to take Ratna's sister to the foundation, PSKW. The plan, mbak Ratna was deposited on PSKW until the baby was born.

Time seems to roll so fast. Without feeling, the content of Ratna mbak getting bigger.

This morning, Ratna complained .. Her stomach had started to hurt. Soon, the baby will be born.

Arjuna and I immediately went to the hospital to encourage Ratna.

"Nin, if anything happens to me-,"

"Nin, don't go!"

"Yes, Mother. Anin will stay here until Mrs Ratna comes out of the operating room."

For more than two hours, I sat in front of the operating room feeling uncharacteristic. While mas Arjun .. returned to Jogja to pick up the mother at the request of Ratna's mother.

Alhamdulillahot. Ratna's baby mother was born safely without any lack of anything. He was named Cahya Firdaus. Ms. Ratna hopes that the baby she just gave birth to will be able to become a light in the darkness of her life.

Despite hating her biological father so much, I tried to accept the presence of Ryan's work. His father who sins, do not let the son receive the consequences. Isn't it, a newborn baby born into the world .. still holy?

My hope is that if Cahya grows up, she will not go down from her father.

"Grow into a good boy Le. Later, be a wing for your mother to go to his heaven."

My mother's heart melted when she saw a little baby sleeping on my lap.

"What's his name, Nin?"

"Cahya Firdaus, Mom. Cahya's calling."

"Can you, mommy's holding her?"

"Byeah, Mom."

Mom grabbed Cahya's tiny body very carefully.

"Although your father is a b-jat man, do not let his personality decline to you, Le ...," said the mother while looking at Cahya's face intensely. The dew points that had previously accumulated in the eye pelukur, now fell wet the face of the mother.

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Although very hard to accept the trials that come and go, we try to be sincere and breastfed for all the destiny that has been scratched in the pages of His book.

If Allah loves a servant, he will try it with trials for which there is no cure. If he is patient, then Allah chooses him and if he is free, then Allah makes him a choice.

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