Red Noctah

The Part 20

When driving at moderate speed. Hope the man who is still asleep at home, does not notice with his departure. His little heart cried out loudly forbidding, but with a strong determination he should be able to pass through it without painful shadows. The woman needs calm, healing her wounded heart, not only formless feelings, but her soul and psychology must also be shaped. To build confidence again, rise in the midst of suffering that visited his life.

After a journey of approximately two hours, when pulled over his car in the courtyard of the mosque Pondok Tahfiz. In this place the last destination when after struggling with his heart. The worry is endless. Hoping to pull over from the frenetic city of Jakarta, the girl could solemnly reconcile her heart.

There is a Mother to be guarded, there is a Father who is always supportive and loyal, and There is a Bhishma who is quite responsible. However, the anger at fate made him close his eyes, hoping for the inner calm he got in this place, leaving behind those who might care. But, whether it's with his feelings. Because right now, that when you feel only disappointed and hurt. Let's just say the girl is desperate.

While waiting for the morning adhan to reverberate, when still faithful in his car. It was too early, and the woman was melting her heavy eyes. A knock on the windshield of the car woke up his mouth which had just been an hour.

"Excuse me, Neng. Please do not park on the shoulder of the road, just go to the boarding school to pull over his car," said one Father. When nodding, obediently park his car in a place that was given instructions.

"Sir, I'm sorry, is it dawn?" tanyanya.

"It's past, Neng. Please if you want to pray, pilgrims have just come down."

"Thank you," replied When you nodded politely.

The woman went to the mosque courtyard and entered the left side of the female shaf after first taking ablution. Two rakaats he tuned. For a long time the woman had insisted on prayer, many things she wanted to spill. After being calm, and everything can be well reasoned, when you start thinking for the next step.

Although leaving, of course, does not want to make people anxious to look for it. Maybe even at this time Bhishma is worried because of his discreet departure. The first thing you do is turn on the phone that he accidentally turned off last night. With mixed feelings, the woman reported someone there.

"Assalamu'alaikum ..." said the woman calmly.

"Waalaikumsalam, When, where are you? Say something and soon I'll pick you up."

The sparkle of hope was back on after last night Bhishma was confused to look for him no news, this morning when you call him. Anxiety and indeterminate thoughts vanished already, a little relieved at least his wife was fine.

"Don't worry about Dad or Mommy, I'll give it to myself. Thank you for taking care and loving. Please, don't expect anything from me. Live in peace, reach for the love that can repay you. Don't worry, I'll tell you once a month about the development of this child. Someday, I won't forbid you to meet either. I'm saying, please don't call me, don't look for me, and don't ever expect anything from this story."

A series of words were thrown from his mouth When, felt mer*mas-rem*s his heart. Pain ... loving alone. The more he loves and grasps so tightly, the more he wants to run away and disappear. His lips were confused to reply to the remark, had not had time to reply to the word, the telephone connection had been severed unilaterally. When it has gone, leave the love that has just blossomed.

Bhishma wept in silence, a face that fell apart because he had not slept last night, plus news that ravaged his soul and the recesses of his heart. Complete is his life. Many times he curses himself, regretting everything that has happened. Forced to wear longs with the baby who may not be touched. When you choose your own path. The long prostrations that he had fulfilled had not been able to melt his heart to go home. They were forced to stay apart because that was the way it was taken at the moment.

When days pass, the moon changes with the year. She always told Dad and his mother. I forgot to send them photos. The longing was clearly there, but to return, when still thinking about it again. Every month as he promised, when always send a photo of his son to Bhishma. The man deserves to know. Although not once if you want to raise the phone, but If always give news about the development of their son.

A bisma who does not know the whereabouts of his son and his wife lives. Yes, if he is still his wife, because Bhishma never intended to divorce him, even though they are separated by distance and time. The love is still strong, tucked away there. The man was also not negligent with his birth responsibilities, still always transferring money to Bila and her son. Although never communicating in real, because If never contact other than sending photos of the development of their baby. The woman completely cut off access to communication in any form.

Three years passed by was not easy for both of them to pass the time. Sometimes the longing cannot be dammed, only through the chanting of prayers the man greeted, pouring out his deep heart treatise. Likewise with Bila, although no longer vengeful and disappointed, but clearly still left sick if you have to remember. Moreover, seeing his son who was getting smarter asked a lot of things. Grateful, living in pesantren many good people who always overshadow him.

"Mbak Bila," cried Salma running in a row. If the man who was accompanying Ustadzah Rumi weed vegetables in the kitchen, immediately wash his hands as soon as he heard his son fainted in the mosque. The woman ran after Salma with a huff.

"When Razik is in the car, let's get on, we have to get him to the hospital right away" Ustadz Zaki said. If he immediately agreed, the woman examined her son with a panicked face.

"Ustadz, it can go a little faster, Razik is pale" he said in between tears that began to break.

"Yes." Yeah." Zaki increased the speed of his car.

The medics rushed the three-year-old boy to be examined. Bila and Ustadz Zaki waited anxiously.