Rasidha Bidadari Clear-eyed

Chapter 1 - Bitter pills

A couple who strengthen each other, about the secrets that have been stored for dozens of years, a man who is still handsome at his age who is no longer young holds the hand of his holy wife. "What worries you, my husband?" 

"I'm so worried about our daughter, Rasidha." Sahut Zaid who replied to hold the hand of the wife. 

"We'll talk about this when the time comes, however he must know the truth." 

"What if he hates me? I can't help the hatred in my daughter's eyes for me." Zaid shed tears, he was deeply sorry for his cruelty and cruelty. A former Israeli military soldier who is so hostile to Muslims in a Palestinian state, is killing mercilessly and indiscriminately. But, his direction approached him when the child of the parents he killed opened the eyes of his heart so blind, coupled with his meeting with Suci, the woman who volunteered in the country.

"Indeed it's hard enough to say it, he had to accept this harsh reality. I always prayed that Rasidha would understand you who loved her so much." The Sacred Speaker who said very softly.

Zaid is saturated with a turban that covers the face, leaving only the visible part of the blue eye. Immediately he let go of the turban and threw it in any direction. "I won't be able to look into Rasidha's hateful eyes, I'm the killer of his family and I'm responsible for him. The boy has changed the bad side of view and found guidance by embracing Islam." So much anxiety that for a few days disturbs his mind as well as his heart. 

"Give everything to Allah subhanallah ta'ala." 

Without them knowing, if someone hears everything. Even the legs that could not support his body, a reality that was never known. His heart was beating very fast, crying in silence. He immediately put down the teapot that had just been filled, afraid that he would be caught. Rasidha did not expect what he had just heard, a secret that had been covered by both adoptive parents who had always been considered like biological parents. The blue hooded girl who cried hearing the reality was heartbreaking, imagining the memories and warmth of a family. "What's my fault? So it doesn't recognize who I live with." His mouth closed with both hands.

Rasidha was an orphan of a couple living in Palestine. The battle between the two countries that still clashed until now was still in his heart even though he was twenty-two years old. A man took her to a children's shelter and became a refuge. Such a heartbreaking life and bitter pills had to be swallowed when he was five years old. He saw the Israeli soldiers who slaughtered his parents right before his eyes. Until now the trauma of Israel and the military made him tremble violently, break out in cold sweat, and pale face. 

He immediately left the door of the room of his adoptive parents towards the room, walking unsteadily when the truth was in plain sight. Trust and all affection turned out to be lies, all looks mirage. Rashidha closed the door of the room and slowly shrank, sitting hugging her legs and drowning her face. "Oh Allah, my Lord, so this is the reason why you hid your face behind the turban?" Why is reality so painful?" his mind wept bitterly, a shocking fact that had been kept tight by Zaid, his adoptive father.

He did not want to dissolve in grief, immediately stood up and took ablution. He spread out his prayer rug and wanted to complain to the Lord who determined his destiny. The time of one third of the night is not missed in vain, performing tahajud prayers to find peace of himself. Raising hands after saying the greeting, and dhikr was seen first, glorifying the name of the god so reassuring his heart, a feeling of deep disappointment was slightly healed. 

Rasidha raised both his hands, praying for both his parents as well as himself. "God, why do I know the truth about my identity now? A father I have been proud of all this time. For seventeen years trapped, Zaid's father, who gave him love and compassion, was a former military commander of the Israeli army. The servant still remembers clearly, the face of the man whom the servant has been calling father. A man who covered his face with a turban was the second killer of my biological parents. Guide your servant in the right way. Aamiin's." 

Rasidha opened his face again and hung it again, but the sadness could not be gone. Seventeen years ago, the war between Israel and Palestine took away his family. Anger when he saw his parents killed by the commander of the Israeli military army who was so cruel and cruel. 

The clear liquid that soaked the cheeks continued to flow nonstop, he thought as much as he could until his eyes clenched again. 

In the morning, as usual the family ate breakfast by eating bread smeared with jam. "Here's honey, eat it." Suci put two pieces of bread that had been smeared with the favorite cream of her youngest child, chocolate jam. 

"I'm not hungry."

"Eh, why are your eyes swollen? Did you cry?" Zaid realized something was wrong with his daughter, and he was about to offer sympathy from a father. But Rasidha refused and stayed away.

"I'm fine, it's because I read a sad novel." Said Rasidha lying.

"All right."

"What's your plan going forward, honey? Want to cultivate your mom's cake shop or help with the office?" Saints broke the awkwardness that happened at the dining table.

"I'm not ready to run a business, I want to study." 

"Will I go to college again? Is that still not enough? Brother just finished college in Cairo and now wants to go again?" protest Azzam, the biological son of Saints and Zaid. The man who loved his brother so much with all his heart, would never let anything happen.

Quite heavy with people who have been giving him abundant affection, do not have the heart to leave him. "Just calm down, I've thought about it."

"What?" ask Zaid curiously.

"I want to study, is not studying very important? It won't be far, just to Uncle Doni's boarding school." 

"How long have you been there, son?" Suci was very surprised by the decision of his daughter, but Rasidha had just returned from Cairo and now wanted to go again. 

"After I was ready" said Rasidha who wanted to get away from the problem, calm his mind by going to the boarding school owned by the Aisyah family run by the brother of his adoptive mother, more precisely his uncle. 

"I'm sorry, I have to go and hope to solve this problem. I want to find an answer, and I'm sorry father.mom." The stone looks sad.