Rainbow Hanani
105 Feelings of Grace
" Every woman has her own portion of glory."
....." Rainbow Hanani 🌹".....
After Hana and her family had dinner.
Hana rushed to the bus station.
To wait for the bus route Rantau Prapat-Medan.
This time Hana was accompanied by her small family who complete personnel.
This was the second time they had let go of this stubborn girl to go abroad, even as far as Egypt.
" hane.
Take good care of yourself there, son." said his mother a little shrewd, who could not let his daughter go far.
Hana nodded, then cupped her mother's face with both hands.
" Mom don't worry.
This mother's daughter is always guarded by an unrivalled bodyguard, ma'am." said Hana." Yes, the angels Atid and Roqib will always take care of Hana every second even." continued Hana with a little laugh.
His mother smiled, hugging his daughter.
" Mother's daughter is an adult, yes."
" Hm, Hana's time wants a little mulu hehe" said Hana returned her mother's embrace.
Tameer and Rahmet smiled as they needed to be with them.
Shedding tears between Hana's two eyelids. He tightened his embrace.
" Mom, I'm sorryin Hana ya so far much wrong with mother and father." warm circles accompany Hana's speech.
" You don't have it wrong with father, and mother.
You are the daughter of a good father and Sholehah.
Always helping others, I am proud of you who have dared to fight to uphold the truth in the land of people." Tameer gently stroked the head of his daughter.
So did Rahmet come to shed her tears, I don't know, what tears are these ?
The four of them were swept away in warmth, vaping at each other everything. Happiness, joy, sorrow combine into one.
Tinnn's.
Until the sound of Klexon from the ALS bus.
Hana's mother Rahmet and Tameer let go of her embrace. And nodded at Hana, as if saying it's time for you to leave.
Hana grabs Tameer's hand, crucifies him.
" Take care of your health, do not forget to routinely take medication sir." he said. Then turn to his mother.
Rahmet's youngest brother barked his brother's hand.
Sequences.
Hana steps up to the bus.
Although, heavy.
It's hard, but he has to do it.
" Four years isn't a fast time, son.
I've been separated from you for three years, you've only been home for not a week and now you have to go again ?
How short are we to let go of longing ?"
lirih Hana's.
Makes Hana unable to resist her power.
" Ibuuu." whine Hana who again scattered herself in the arms of her mother.
The tears of both of them came back, wetting the cheeks.
Sure enough, which mother's heart doesn't miss you ?
They separated for three years, and had to separate again for four years.
The two were swept away in warmth, no longer caring about the surroundings.
" kids.
This time, the piggy bank misses mom is much bigger than before. I will miss you very much." said his mother with a smile.
Hana let go of her embrace, and turned to touch her mother's cheek, wiping away the tears that were dripping there.
" After four years, Hana's gonna break mom's piggy bank hehe."
Tinn.
Just suddenly.
The driver turned on his klexon.
The jolt made them look towards the bus.
" It's so up not bang ?" ask kerneknya.
" Ah, so deck." replied Tameer.
" Han, go, son." said Tameer.
Hana nodded too.
This time, he really had to leave.
He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.
" Hana go sir, buk.
Rahmet, assalamu'alaikum." said Hana.
" Waalaikumussalam's.
Take good care of yourself there, Hana." cried Tameer.
While his wife could not help but cry, she now shed her tears on Tameer's shoulders.
" Sister tipped the father of the same mother, Met." said Hana from the window of the bus, waving her hand.
Rahmet nodded as he developed his smile.
" Keep fighting, brother.
We always look forward to your return." said Rahmet.
The bus is running faster, making Hana even more invisible to them.
Tameer took his wife and son back home, after delivering his daughter's departure.
Hana, who was on the bus, couldn't hold back her tears from falling.
He cried in silence, lucky tonight the bus passengers are not too crowded.
Even Hana was sitting alone, making her more free to cry.
" I'm sorry Hana, buk, sir." she said.
Hannah sighed at her tears, and used her fingers to recite, so that the owner of her heart always made her grieving heart a little calm.
Yes, is it not only by remembering God that the heart will be calm ?
" Subhanallah...
Subhanallah...
Subhanallah...
After giving a heart to Hana now, more calm.
To relax more.
Hana also installed her aerphon, to listen to murattal, count muraja'ah rote.
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On the dorm park bench.
There was a figure of a narrow-eyed man who was busy with his book. Yes, the book is almost finished he read.
With a shady tree, even a small wind blows so melodious. Makes her more comfortable reading the book.
" Nug !"
A female voice called the man.
Anugrah knew the owner of the voice, he refused to look. His eyes focused on the book.
" What's up, Len ?" ask Anugrah without turning her eyes.
Alena chose to sit next to him.
Seeing Anugrah focus on the book, Alena lowered her head to look at the book cover.
What books does Anugrah read ? Her thought.
" Know tasawwuf." title of the book.
Hm, Alena was not surprised.
For, this is not the first time or even the second time he saw Anugrah reading Islamic books.
" What a great thing, Muslim women" said Alena.
Anugrah's forehead was wrinkled, which Muslim woman did Alena mean ? question marks on his head.
" It can make your heart fall like that to Islam." continued Alena.
Now, Anugrah knows the Muslim woman that Alena means.
" Hanani Syaufa, his name" he said.
Alena turned to Anugrah, smiling knotfully looking at him.
" What made you fall for him, Nug ?"
" His eyes ? Her face ?
Or any physicality attached to her." - Alena.
Anugrah closed her book, then looked at the shady tree, whose leaves were swaying in the wind.
"She is beautiful, her eyes are beautiful, her eyelashes are pliable, her nose is sharp, and her smile is so charming, it can be an antidote for anyone who sees it." Anugrah imagined the figure of the woman he was telling.
"Yes, love at first sight, isn't it? Isn't it because of the physical?
However, after I contemplate it back, if I love her for all that. The story of Imam Hasan Al Basri who loved a girl, who finally the girl was willing to pry her eyeballs just because of Hasan Al Basri's love for her, it will be repeated the same story. And I don't want what happened to that girl, to happen to Hana."
"Therefore, it was not that that made me fall in love with him until this very moment, but his obedience to his religion, the way he guarded his mura'nya, how beautiful he was, he said, and there are many more goodness attached to him that can make my heart able to fall too deep into him, even very difficult to be able to turn to another heart." said Anugrah, with a smile.
Making Alena go silent on the spot.
Sure enough, from that word.
Alena understood how perfectly a Hanani was to make Anugrah love Hanani so deeply.
"It turns out perfectly Hanani?"
"The perfect place of women is in her mess, yes her pride." added Anugrah who stood up from the bench.
" Hm, right."
"Am I also one of those precious women?" Alena stood behind Anugrah, waiting for a reply to come out of the man's mouth.
Anugrah nodded, and now turned to look at Alena
" Yes, all women have their own portion of glory, Len."
Alena smiled wryly looking at Anugrah who was also looking at her.
" And my portion of glory cannot make your heart fall on me?" alena asked with a smile, even though she knew the answer.
Anugrah was silent not budging at all, he knew that Alena liked him a long time ago.
However, the feeling comes without being in the ink and will never exist if forced.
Anugrah smiled, and stroked Alena's head slowly.
" The portion of your glory will be able to make a man's heart that is far better than mine fall on you, Len" said Anugrah.
Alena, who heard the words of Anugrah, developed a smile.
Already knowing will feel the pain, love the side.
He just nodded and then left Anugrah.
Anugrah left Anugrah can only look at the back of the woman who loves him but he does not love.
" I'm sorry, Len" he said.
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The shine of the sun has been pouring into the surface of the earth. Make the inhabitants of the earth, already busy on the move.
Yeah, early in the morning.
Hana's been staying at Kualanamu, international port. With his right hand dragging the suitcase, and with a sling bag next to his right back.
" A half an hour's left." Hana glanced at the clock on her phone.
" Bismillah" he said stepping towards the departure terminal.
A few minutes later, Hana sat on the waiting bench. Finally, the flight schedule info of the Medan-Kuala Lumpur route echoed to all corners of the airport.
Hana hung up her phone, and put it in her pocket. Then he went to the plane he was about to board.
Once the passengers are on their benches and feel comfortable.
The plane was flying to its destination.
Hana chooses to read her novel to accompany her so that boredom does not overwhelm her.
Ttrrrt.
To stop reading it.
" Ranti my cousin." terterah is making a call to her.
Hana swiped the green button, received her call.
" Hello Hana.
Where are you ?
I'm not wearing it yet !
Let me pick this up, are you all right ? Don't tell me you have something !' oceh Ranti is behind the phone.
Hana chuckles little seeing this cousin of hers.
" Assalamu'alaikum first time." he sneered.
" Hehe.
Blunt."
" Hm, I was on the plane.
About half an hour to reach Kuala Lumpur" replied Hana.
" Okay, I'll pick you up from now on.
Let's not be late, because the distance from here to the airport is not close."
" Hm, thank you" said Hana.
" Yes, equally.
Yes, yes, let me go this way.
Bye, assalamu'alaikum." said Ranti.
" Yes, be careful.
Waalaikumussalam." replied Hana ending the call.
Hana is grateful to have a cousin and friend that secare it to her. Even Ranti often becomes the first person there when Hana is injured.
Although, Ranti bar-barnya not kelulungan.
The nagging level of his high quality loving nature, his caring made anyone comfortable to be near him.
The plane landed at KUL airport.
Hana exits the plane, stepping in search of the figure of Ranti who she says will pick her up.
And yes, it's true.
Not far from where Hana stood the figure of Ranti waving her hand.
" Ranti." after that Hana was shocked by the figure of the man standing next to Ranti.
" Arga." Yeah, who else if not him.
Unintentionally, Arga sees Ranti who hastily pulled out the Scoopy motorbike from her home garage.
Not usually, Ranti went this early ? thought.
Out of curiosity he approached Ranti and asked, after getting an answer that Ranti wanted to pick up Hana.
Arga decides to go with Ranti and invites Ranti to ride with him in his car.
The two of them approached Hana, and Hana also cut the distance between them.
" Hana, I miss you very much" said Ranti directly hugged Hana.
Hana also similarly returned Ranti's embrace, tighter.
" My ears miss your nagging, too."
Hana's words invited their laughter.
" Wellcome is back in Malaysia.
Hanani Syaufa." said Arga.
Makes Hana smile behind Ranti's arms.
" Can you do a hug, this ? arga Goda.
" No ! both sergeants.
Hahaha Arga's laughter rang out loud in the airport building, making Hana and Ranti let go of her embrace.
" Hugs are the same as poles ! ketus Ranti and take Hana out of the airport.
" We're back, Han.
Long time here too, do whatever." said Ranti, Hana also agreed to Ranti's invitation.
They left the man who was still laughing alone.
" Hey, just play live !
Forgot times yeah, who's got a cave car too." Arga caught up with them both.
Ranti and Hana who have arrived at the new parking lot realize that the car owner who will drive them home is the annoying man.
" Lah, just remembered Han.
If I had come here with Arga on the car" said Ranti.
" Hm, yaudah let's just wait for him."
" Ha ha ! So want to leave me.
Don't realize what cave has a car ? cetus Arga's.
Hana and Ranti hung around upset at Arga's words." Snob ! simultaneously them.
" The hunt's gone ! The cave's coming back." Opens the door to the car, then starts the engine.
Hana and Ranti also grabbed the rear car door knob. But, baby, it's not open either.
" Woy !
You're ngunci from the inside, aren't you ? ask Ranti to Arga.
With the look of the cool-looking Arga
nodding while playing his eyebrows.
" Sorry yes, cave cars can not transport bar-bar girls like you" said Arga.
That's !
Arga started to mengeselin.
Ishh... Hana and Ranti clucked.
Bughh.. without hesitation Ranti also floated his kick on the Arga car.
" Woy ! Scuffed cave cars." Arga protest did not accept with the action of Ranti bars.
" Eat the car ! the upset.
" Ran !
Ah, don't be emotional.
Patience, yes. We can take a taxi." Hana tries to calm Ranti down.
Hana pulls Ranti's arm away from Arga's car. While Arga smiles triumphantly, it is nice to upset the two girls who are starting to move away from his car.
" It's best to be a psychopath." Arga shook his head.
" Can-can Rayhan the dilapidated likes the same girl-bar lo, Ran.
Maybe if you are a match, you will break your back Lo Ray, made a girl spread-bar Ranti Hahah.
Touch a little, it has been smack down so hot spicy kidukidu ya." said Arga imagine Ranti and Rayhan in the future.
Three seconds later, Arga's laughter subsided.
Realize something.
" But, it looks like Hana also does not lose the bars, if the cave marriage he.
The cave will also continue to gelindingin that every day. Could've crushed all the bodies of the cave." Arga shuddered in horror.
" Eh but it's okay.
If the gelud every day, it can be more love hahah."
Arga entered his car and drove it after the two girls who were upset with him.
I don't know what demon possessed Arga's mind.
To the extent that he could think of things that far. Args banana tree, hm.
Most take medicine, kali bang Arga is so hehe
Seriate..
Author mau nanya dong.
What story anyway ? Excited ga ? Or Ngebosenin ?
Which team is Arga Markono ?
Which team is Anugrah Santoso ?
Comment below, what do you feel after reading this novel.
Is there a lesson to be learned anyway ?
Sevimli 26 June 2021
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