Red Noctah
The Part 35
There was no cheerful face on the twenty-eight-year-old's face. Repeatedly pressuring his heart not to think about the woman again, in fact the love was too deep. It's hard to let go of someone he still loves very much. It hurts so much to love alone. He cried in silence, hoping that the decision taken this time would calm him down. Seeing her happy, with her life choices.
There is Razik that he must prioritize, even though he is not attached to his mother. The relationship with his son remains as thick as blood that will never be cut off. At least there is still hope to survive, there is still a spirit left by seeing his son, even though he faces a vacuum without him.
The man had just finished fulfilling his obligations after Ashar resounded. Reluctance to move to connect his long prostration. Until after that, the man was still at home there, not yet moved from his most comfortable place.
The ghem!
Deheman's voice was able to divert the center of his daily life, the man looked up with the netra still condensing in his fertilizer.
"Sorry young man, the mosque will be locked soon, it's late and all worshippers have come down" said a white victim.
"Yes sir, I will move on immediately, sorry for the inconvenience" he said hurriedly.
Out of the mosque, Bhishma did not immediately move, he still faithfully looked up at the sky, sitting on the terrace steps. His heart was still covered in wounds, and sorrowful. Three more years waiting, hoping to return, in fact only pain is left, still loving alone, fighting alone without a welcome love, and after deciding to leave in fact the longing never disappears, still unable to move from the recesses of his heart.
"Lately I've seen you spend your evenings here, after ashar until after isya, don't you come home soon? Or do you want to meet loved ones at home?"
"I failed Mr. Ustadz, I failed to defend, fight for someone who was so dear to me, in fact even though I tried sincerely, my heart still hurts," he said. I need a long enlightenment.
"The hurt is human, and so is the love that God gives, all are mutual gifts. We are free to join our hearts and choose to dock with whomever we want, but not necessarily God wills. Surrender, young man, if you draw near to Him, then help will come to you from any angle you do not expect." Advice ustadz at length.
"I'm just a sinner who doesn't deserve to be happy and forgiven, maybe that's the right word for me, Ustadz." The man lowered his head in silence, the back of his hand shrinking back the dewy corners of his net.
"There is no eternal sinner who wants to repent, as dark and black as our problems, while we are alive, we still have the opportunity to be better, never give up on change and seek forgiveness from Him." Ustadz was patting the back of Bhishma.
"There are times when we have to let go of what is in our grasp for a good thing. God never gives us a destiny wrong. Be aware, young man, there is something missing not to be sought, but to be sincerized."
"One day you will be grateful for whatever God delays. Believe me, soul mate, sustenance, death, has been set and outlined, sure enough, someday there will be someone waiting for you patiently and loving you without hesitation, he said, which will be met at the right time and where it should be" continued ustadz straightforwardas.
"Thank you Ustadz, for his enlightenment today, may I learn to let go with sincerity."
"Amale ...."
After getting a spiritual flush, Bhishma calmed down a little. At least surrender is better than having to fall down with the situation. It has been a few days since we decided to separate. Bisma has not met again with Razik, the longing is quite torturing qolbu.
"Guide, can you please bring Razik here? I miss it so much."
"Yes already very complicated lo, live samperin aja next door, do not need prestige, after all who found also Razik, If where would you like to see lo?"
"If you don't want to do not mengeselin tuh mouth, long I duct tape," he said annoyed.
"Bak Lastri!" the woman screamed, even her voice came to the ears of her neighbor.
"Yes, No." Lastri came in a hurry.
"Please bathe Razik yes Ma'am, prepare breakfast and also milk, today I want to take my child to the road."
"Ready, Non, 86."
Nabila has made an appointment with Disya and her twins. They will play with their children. His heart is calmer. An hour later, Bila and Razik were startled by someone as soon as they opened the door. It seems that Mr. Rama was chatting with the father of his son.
"Dad ...." Razik exclaimed in excitement to find his father in front of their house.
"Hallo darling .. kangen father ...." The boy and the father were squandering at each other's distance. Almost a week does not meet make Bisma let go of longing. He was quite grateful, if he did not forbid his son to meet him.
"Well ... You guys want to go?" asked Rama smiling.
"Em .. I want to take Razik to the road, Dad," replied Bisma honestly. Although no longer his son-in-law, the call to both parents when from Bhishma has not changed.
"Hi, if, may I bring Razik? Today I want to take her to the playground."
"You want to go? Where are you going, let me take you?" bargain spirit.
"Yes, actually going for a walk, but ...."
Bhishma examined the clothes of the mother and the child in matching t-shirts. Keep glancing at himself who turned out to be wearing a matching color polo tshirt. The man stumbled, a very real coincidence.
"Mmc ..." When squatting aligns the tiny body of her son.
"Darling, today Razik's the same dad huh? The next day, Mother promises us a walk," said the woman gave understanding.
"Yeah ...." Razik was immediately moody, the boy who was almost three years old looked disappointed.
"Endha is it?" The boy did not seem to want to be separated. However, of course the threesome with their new status, was definitely not the solution. Yesterday when there was still a bond, if enough keep a safe distance, maybe if now it will even make a partition and limit for him.
"Honey, Mommy is waiting at home, Razik memenin dad?" he hopes Razik will understand.
"If you don't mind, you can come along Bil, pity Razik," he said to provide a solution. When you seem to be weighing.
Kok can be together gini anyway, where Razik fussy, make bad mood aja.
