Pursuing the Details of His Love Tasbih

Chapter 80 - The Mystery of Destiny

Meizia could not help but feel sad after learning what had happened to Hana and her family, especially after Ameer told her that Shafiq had also suffered the same accident.

There was nothing Meizia could do but wish Hana and the others all the best, especially given the high probability that the marriage would not happen as planned.

Currently, Meizia and Ameer have just finished the Dzuhur prayer. To fulfill their duties and to calm the hearts of those who are so worried because of the disaster that occurred.

"Your destiny is a mystery, O God." Meizia raised both her hands to the sky, she said softly. "What we're preparing for is a marriage, but what's happening is a tragedy so sad." Meizia's tears fell again, imagining what Hana's reaction would be like upon waking up.

His friend must have been so devastated. "Jaga Hana, O Allah. I beg you," Meizia asked with all her heart. "You have taken his mother, take no more."

Ameer also said the same thing, hoping his family was given patience and sincerity to receive the test that is not easy.

After she finished praying and praying, Ameer took Meizia to Hana's house. Of course, the invitation was not rejected by Meizia.

While in the hospital, both parents are still faithfully waiting for their son. Still faithfully praying for their son who is now in critical condition.

"I'm sorry, Bi," said Shafiq's mother, leaning her head on her husband's shoulder. "If only we had not betrothed Shafiq to Hana, then we would not have had to go back to Indonesia and Syafiq could not have had this kind of accident."

"Astagfirullah, Ummi!" scold the husband firmly. "Don't talk like that, Ummi, everything that happens is a destiny that God has laid out for us. And there is no bad destiny of God, if His destiny is sorrow. He only wants us to learn to be patient and sincere. If His destiny is happiness, He only wants to see us obedient and grateful."

The tears of the wife fell down her cheeks, not a single mother can hold back her anger and pain if it concerns their baby. However, she knew what her husband said might be true.

"Hana and her family went through a much greater ordeal, Ummi, they lost one of the most important members of their lives." Further. "And I don't see them regretting that fate."

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Riana smiled as she welcomed Meizia's arrival, although tears also dripped down her cheeks. "Why are you here, Zia? Auntie said you were sick to the hospital."

Meizia smiled gently, she rubbed Riana's tears gently. It reminded Riana of her sister and now the tears are increasingly flowing on her cheeks. "Don't cry on, Ma'am, we all don't know how to hold back this sadness if Mbak continues to be sad."

"I'm not sad" Riana denied as she wiped her tears. "I just. .. My eyes feel hot and my chest feels tight."

"Yes, Inysaallah, Zia."

"Ri!" call Ilyas gently. "There are many guests outside, dear, ummi friends and also the study congregation that Ummi led. Let's go meet them."

Riana took a deep breath while rubbing the rest of her tears, she tried to toughen up and hide her pain.

Since the news of the mother's death spread, her house has never stopped the arrival of guests who come to say their condolences and also to pray for the Mother. And Riana was happy because it made her forget her sadness even if only for a moment.

"My company, yes." Riana holding the hand of Meizia and his wife Ameer was certainly not resisting.

Meizia and Riana came out towards the living room, where there were already many women there while in the front yard there were male guests.

One of the guests was surprised to see Meizia, as she was Meizia's neighbor.

"Who is that woman?" whispered the woman to her friend.

"Meizia, his wife Ustadz Ameer" whispered the woman beside him.

"Ustadz Ameer's wife?" asked the woman who looked surprised to see Meizia, moreover her appearance was so different.

"Yes, she's beautiful, right? She used to wear a veil, but now she doesn't, maybe because we're all girls and this is inside the house."

"Ustadz Ameer was lucky to get a woman like Meizia, a sholehah like Hana" whispered the other mother.

"But I've seen incisions on both arms, like people who've tried to kill themselves" the other said. Meizia's neighbor was silent and kept staring at Meizia.

"It's just appropriate that he disappeared after his mother was arrested by the police" he murmured. "But how could a prostitute marry Ustadz? Does Ustadz Ameer not know his profession?"