Rainbow Hanani
Part 104 Daily Hana
" It would be too cruel if you would be the reason to stop achieving your dreams."
....." Rainbow Hanani 🌹" ......
Rhyme by rhyme, prayer by prayer Hana chanted into the sky. I hope everything will be okay.
This is not the first time he has separated from his family. However, somehow this time it felt much heavier, even harder pain.
Three years ago, he also went for education as well to settle the dispute in Malaysia.
And now, he also had to go even as far as Egypt for education.
Hannah never ceases to be grateful for the favors that God gives, the favors that are so great that they cannot be qualified with anything.
He did not even dream of stepping on the land of the prophets, let alone studying there.
However, by Allah's permission two more days he will go and set foot on the land of Pharaoh even for a long time.
The corners of his lips were drawn to form an arch of a smile. The brown netra looked at the bright blue sky.
His eyes were not separated from all corners of his room. The study table is simple, the bed is simple, and the walls of the room are full of his work.
Makes him miss it all.
" I'll miss you" he said.
Now that Hana's gaze was fixed on her study closet drawer, there was something special stored there.
Hana moved, and approached her study table.
Then open it so gently.
Chequek..
Look at a minimalist-sized box there.
Hana grabbed it, with a smile that expanded. He also switched to opening it.
A bracelet with a middle engraving, which reads the name Anugrah Pota Mendrofa.
" You will soon embrace Islam, Anugrah."
After that, Hana kept the bracelet back in her box, then put it back in her closet drawer.
Now his hands are turning to touch a medium-sized notebook, which contains his daily notes.
Hana smilingly looked at him, and took her ballpoint to rewrite her daily notes.
" I never thought, this turned out to be how destiny works. Taking the poor girl to places I find difficult to visit.
I never thought for a second, that this was how my hand line recorded at Lauhul Mahfudz, almost succumbed to my poverty. Initially, the limited cost made my pessimism greater than my spirit.
But now, everything is arranged so neatly.
Even this was far beyond my expectations, going to Malaysia and even living there for three years.
Maybe for others going or holiday is the thing that costs there. But not for me.
Setting foot in that country is a gift that God has given me. Therefore, I do not want to waste my time there to continue doing good and upholding the truth.
I never thought that fighting there would make me almost lose my life.
Falling into a ravine and being pecked by Snake, trapped on Gost Hill, Penang. And lastly at Trixie House, yes, the home of the most annoying creature that almost makes me have to spend a lifetime in prison, Haiko Rakeses, the strange man who forced me to choose two choices that even the two choices he gave out were very bad beyond anything. Saying that he loves me, even we just met not until one strange day ? And forced me to choose to marry him.
By being forced to make him want to testify and bring evidence at the second trial of Arga. I also agreed to the first choice, which was to marry Haiko. For I think let him be the one who is hurt, and all these conflicts and lies that hurt so many people end in this very second.
Almost, it happened.
Well, God didn't allow that to happen.
In the judgment hall God opened the door of Haiko's heart and freed me from any choice.
He willingly testified to reveal his truth.
Btw, Haiko kayak Anugrah yes.
Could have fallen in love with me in just a short time hehe.
Always these two kind men find a girl who is much better than me to be a place to exchange their stories, a place of mutual love and also to pursue marriage.
Say thank God, the struggle with all our hearts, finally spread as well.
Now there are no more misunderstandings between sons and fathers, hatred between sons and fathers, disappointment towards friends, resentment between friends, mutual friends, and even the conflict between one region and another, has now got its bright spot with peace.
And, even now injustice has trampled on his pride. The guilty still get his sentence, no matter what his status and capacity.
Wow, what an exhausting struggle.
Our struggle is nothing compared to the struggle of our brothers in Palestine, the land of Sham.
Lord, protect our brothers who are there.
I narrated my three-year story in Malaysia in a short love note, which has now been neatly preserved in my amygdala.
And say welcome to Egypt, I will engrave my story on your land for four years with a series of flavors and also a million colors of rainbow.
See you Cairo, Egypt.
~ Write Hana in her diary ~
After writing the story Hana again put the bolpoint and also the book.
Hana now grabs her phone, and opens her gallery.
Looking at his pot with a Protestant youth figure at the airport, the picture was taken about a year ago during their separation for the second time.
To this day, they have not met again.
Hana smilingly looked at the photo, gently rubbing the screen of her phone.
" You are the real definition of the seeker of God, Anugrah."
For the next second, Hana scrolled the screen of her phone. Instead of looking at the picture of an ambiguous man who with his madness forced Hana to marry him.
The first and probably last picture of her with the man was taken right in the courtroom yesterday.
Hiyakkk.. Hana's lips cut.
Given how annoying this guy is, his inner self.
" Freak man ! Forcers ! Forced to marry the children." Hana said with a smile.
After being satisfied peeling the man, now his hand turned to the picture of the figure of the youngest son Nazhanul.
Who was initially so cold to him, often even saw spitting spicy words on Hana. Now over time, the man often poured his sweetness on Hana.
" Arga banana tree ! although peeling his smile did not fade on his face.
" If Allah wills, I want you to be the future Abu Darda for me." Hana stroked the screen of her phone.
Accordingly, Hana also keeps her phone back in her pocket.
Now he began packing back the things he would bring flying to Cairo.
Tomorrow he has to leave his family, and leave for Malaysia, and will continue his flight to Egypt.
One by one the goods have been neatly arranged in his brown suitcase.
Uhukk... Uhukk.
" Father." reflex made Hana stop her activity, and immediately ran to her father.
It was seen that the four-headed man was already sitting weakly in the living room chair.
" Drink first sir." said his mother while giving a glass of warm water to Tameer.
Tameer gulped it down slowly.
" Thank you, bus." he said.
Hana touched Tameer's shoulder.
" You're sick, huh ? ask Hana worried.
Tameer smiled." No Han, I just cough lightly." his father's alibi, don't want Hana to worry.
" But, from yesterday I kept coughing, sir.
Did you take medication ? What if Hana takes the father to the doctor yes." said Hana prepared to bring her father.
Tameer pulled his daughter's hand, and told her to go back to sit next to him.
" No son, you will recover if you continue to see a smile on your daughter's face" he said.
Makes Hana sigh, and return the man's smile." If you do not want to seek treatment, now you break into the room yes, let Hana continue the work of the father." said Hana, then asked his father to move to the room.
" You can walk by yourself, son." said Tameer with a small laugh.
" Don't take it, now you have to rest." declined Hana.
Tameer and his wife could only smile to see their stubborn girl never disappear from him.
As per Hana delivering her father to the room. He also changed his clothes with makeshift clothes that are worth wearing packing rice into a sack.
" Met, how many more sacks ? tanyakanya.
" About four more sacks, brother." replied Rahmet.
Hana also began her work, not forgetting to recite the basmalah.
It's been a long time since Hana did this job, but that doesn't mean she can't do it anymore. In fact, he packed very carefully and also precisely.
Hana is still curious about the condition of Tameer, her beloved father. Which does not stop his coughing.
" Hm." said Rahmet.
" Sister wants to ask Met, what is the sick father really ?
immediately the question, making Rahmet stop his activity, he stared fixedly at Hana's face. She wanted to reveal it, but their two people did not allow it.
" Met ! Hana waved her hand at Rahmet.
" Ah yes brother, cough doang kak." forced Rahmet had to lie.
" Aren't you lying ? hana's intimidation.
" Yes, no, brother.
Ohiya tomorrow big brother what time is he leaving ? Rahmet tries to divert the conversation, with a new topic, so that Hana does not continue to shower him with questions, because it will make him have to do new lies again.
" Im sorry Rahmet had to lie sis." Rahmet's mind.
" Morning, about half ten.
Therefore, my sister left tonight to Medan." replied Hana.
Rahmet nodded in understanding.
" Yaudah brother.
Let Rahmet alone finish all this, sister packing aja goods sister." said Rahmet who always understands her brother.
Hana smiled as she pinched Rahmet's thin cheek." Brother's done packing her.
We'll finish this together, yeah."
Rahmet smiled too.
The two were excited to pack rice into those twenty-kilogram sacks.
Hana does not want to waste her time, she wants to enjoy the rest of her time at home.
Hahhh..the two breathed a sigh of relief after everything was done.
" Alhamdulillah." they said in unison.
" Udah want to dzuhur Met, you are ready to pray to the Mosque, let my sister who finish this little" Hana told him.
Without a warning, Rahmet got up from his seat, stood up and stepped into the bathroom to clean his body.
After doing everything, Hana went back into the house.
Hana's eyes are now focused on a white envelope on top of their living room closet.
Curious, Hana grabbed him.
After opening the envelope there was a piece of paper containing something that broke Hana's heart.
One by one sentence in the paper, Hana read her tears dripping without her permission.
He already thought that he was not okay, it turned out to be true.
Tameer was diagnosed with bronchitis, noting that this was the result of an examination a week ago. That means Hana has not arrived in Indonesia.
" Athaghfirullah" said Hana who was surprised by this sad news.
With a trembling hand holding the letter, Hana also stepped towards her parents who were in the room.
" Sir, buk Hana wants to talk" said Hana politely.
Hana's mother stepped up to grab the doorknob.
Chequek..
" What do you want to say, son ?
" Why mother, same father hide this ? hana's questionnaire showed me the letter she held.
Tameer and his wife were surprised how did Hana get the letter ? question marks on their heads.
Tameer, who was lying down, tried to sit down.
While Hana's mother held Hana's hand.
" Kids !
Forgive me, father, son." said his mother so sincerely.
" Hix.. Hix..
Why would you lie to Hana ? Hana's sobs began to sound.
Their stubborn daughter was sitting weakly, on the floor her tears never stopped dripping.
Tameer, who could not bear to see his daughter like this, stood up, and approached his daughter.
" Hana ! call him with a smile.
Hana raised her head.
" Sir." he hugged his father.
Tameer held his daughter, then gently stroked the head of his daughter wrapped in a headscarf.
" kids.
Believe me, you will be fine.
While you still see a smile on the face of the daughter, and the son of the father." Tameer tried to calm Hana down.
" It's kid.
Don't be like this, Hana must be excited huh.
Hana has to leave tonight, right ? Tameer.
Hana shook her head." Hana's not going anywhere. Hana will stay ! Hana can't stay father in this situation." denied Hana.
" That means you decided not to go to Egypt ? tameer asked, to which Hana answered a nod.
Tameer let go of his embrace, and tightly grasped his daughter's hand.
" kids.
You know ? There are millions of people who struggle with all their efforts to be able to travel, looking for knowledge to the Pyramid country. But what ? Not a few of them who have not allowed God to explore knowledge there. Some are hindered by cost, some are hindered by their intellectual abilities.
Yes, there are brains that can compete there but the limited costs make it backwards. There is the opposite. And now with the permission of God the daughter of the father is given the gift to study there with full scholarship want to retreat so easily ? Hm, since when is this father's daughter not good at giving thanks ?
Hana shook her head." Tap-
" kids.
It's too cruel if your sickness is the reason you stop achieving your dreams, son.
Pursue, even if it is as far as Egypt.
There is no greater happiness for the father, but to see the daughter of the father of jihad explore knowledge directly in the land of the Prophets." said Tameer so gently to his daughter.
" Yes son.
Father and mother bless and meridhoi Hana to study in Egypt." said his mother who is now sitting with them.
Hana's cries grew more and more flowing, happy and sorrow mixed into one.
On the other hand he was happy to see his parents who supported him, but his sadness at seeing his father diagnosed with bronchitis made his chest feel pain.
" But I promise you, you have to heal.
And must be a routine treatment." said Hana to his father.
" Yes son.
The new father's disease symptoms, God willing, if diligently endeavored by repenting with God's permission, the father will be cured.
It's just Hana's prayer you need, yeah.
You'll be much more hurt when your pessimistic father's daughter is like that."
Hana chuckled little to hear her father's words.
" God willing, Hana will try as much as possible to be able to complete Hana's study there.
And immediately back to the title of Lc." added Hana.
The three hugged each other to accommodate each other, to give each other warmth in the form of a deck.
" Rahmet promised, will take care of the same mother, brother." said Rahmet who actually had returned from the mosque since then and listened to all their discussions.
He approached his family and scattered himself in their arms.
Although their families are poor, they are often bounced by the situation. However, it did not cross their minds to be disappointed in God. Instead, they are often grateful and try to take the effort in the few seconds of life they face.
Yeah, really.
No matter how small the favor, it will feel great if we thank him.
Sevimli 22 June 2021
Warm regards from Author 💙
Sorry, so late Up hehe
Is anyone waiting for you, though ? it's not like hehe
