Single-minded

Late Night

Nearly two weeks Farah stayed away from Vira. Ever since Farah decided, to destroy the Atmaja family. Farah was no longer with Vira and Fatih. Farah moved away from the two people who were so close to her. Farah chose herself in her decision. As if Farah doesn't want to involve, anyone in her war? Farah's hard character, inversely proportional to Fatih's reticent attitude. Farah preferred to fight, rather than keep silent at the arrogance of the Atmaja family. Farah did not want to see others feel the pain she felt.

For two weeks, not once did Farah meet with Vira or Fatih. Farah also never met Bayu. No one was close to him. Farah walked away without a word. Farah chose to sit alone in her bicycle. Save his longing and pain. Without anyone seeing his pain. Farah's tears, as if embarrassed to drip. Only when alone, Farah cried and complained.

Like tonight, Farah felt lonely without Vira. His longing for Vira, gnawing at his heart and soul. Farah was no longer sleeping. Farah's appetite drifted away, as far as her two beautiful eyes were unable to look at Vira. As a child, Farah was unable to get far from her mother. But for the sake of his war, Farah must be alone and strong to resist the longing for Vira. But longing is still longing, a conscience that cannot be removed just like that. Farah was unable to resist the longing, but somehow her legs were unable to step up to meet Vira?

Nearly two hours Farah's car circled around the highway. The night was getting late, only the sound of the night animals was heard. The dense highway, began to be quiet and silent. The moon was shining brighter and brighter, stars dotted the dark night sky. Beauty and fear are stored in a pitch-black night. But there was no fear in Farah's heart and mind. With a feeling of indecision, Farah continued to drive her car. Tiringly, Farah continued to drive her luxury car through the silent night. Then, why did his little foot hit the brake right in a mosque? Farah stopped the car in the magnificent mosque parking lot.

The house of God that is never closed to His negligent servant. A house that is always open, when no house is willing to accommodate His exiled servant. A house that looks shady and calms a restless heart full of fatigue. The light of the mosque, the light of His love that warms and shines on the dark heart. The last house where Farah shed her tears and pain. A voice heard, though lips unspoken.

Farah came down slowly, stepping slowly towards the stairs of the mosque. Farah stopped her footsteps just above the first stairs. Why did Farah feel the pain of her legs? It was as if Farah's feet were complaining, having been forced to step non-stop. Farah leaned over, slowly stomping her legs. A clear drop of Farah's tears dripped. A pain that Farah could no longer hide. It hurt, it hurt so much that Farah bit her lower lip. Farah felt weak without anyone beside her? Farah was fragile without Vira, an unspoken cry. As if to show, how much Farah was sick and lonely without Vira.

"Bismillbornrohmanirrohim!" Inner Farah, while stepping her small foot on the steps of the two mosques.

Farah continued to tread with a limp. His hands clasped tightly onto the staircase trellis. Farah could only rely on iron without a heart. Farah had no hands she could hold. Farah didn't find a shoulder for him to lean on. Farah was unable to choose the body on which she was posing. Only to HIM the owner lives. Farah hinged, giving up her life and death.

"O Allah, You are all-seeing and listening. The wisdom You have will not be doubted by Your despicable servant. Let me knock on your door. Leaning a weak body in your prostration. Raise your hands in prayer and dhikr. Give life and death in your Qodho and Qodar. Putting to sleep for a moment a tired heart will be painless. Grant Thy forgiveness, that the steps of the servant may be easy. Reaffirm the faith that began to be torn. O God, You know every liking and sorrow of the servant. You are the owner of the decree without doubt. For the faith that I keep in my deepest soul. Show me where my heart will find tranquility? In order to believe, you never leave a negligent servant like me!" Inner Farah was right in front of the main door of the mosque.

Farah stared straight into the mosque, calming her agitated heart. Farah walked inside, shortly after she took ablution. Farah cleansed her body of the stool. Farah drained the holy water that made it clean. For a moment Farah forgot about the restless world of Mortal. Farah performed evening prayers, then continued with dhikr and read the Quran. Farah drowned in the peace of God's bright house. No longer does Farah remember her pain and complaints. Farah dissolved in the chanting of holy verses of the Quran which he had memorized. Farah tenggela in the beautiful and broad meaning of the Quran. The calmness and faith that Farah forgot these few days. Replaced by his passion and anger for the Atmaja family.

"Alhamdulillah!" Inner Farah, while kissing the Qur'an that is in his grasp. Farah felt an unsettled torment and unease.

Farah looked up, she stared at the wall clock that showed 00,000. Farah realized, the night began to dissolve and prepared to change with the morning. Farah wiped her tears, removing the white face she was wearing. With a calm step, Farah left the mosque. Be prepared for a tomorrow full of challenges.

"Thank God, you are willing to lead a servant into your home. Let the servant knock on the door of your magnificent house. Crying in the lap of Your wisdom. Forgive me, O Allah, if I am full of sin. Never leave a servant in the dark of faith!" Inner Farah, right in front of the mosque. Many times Farah was grateful, still had a chance to repent.

Farah walked to her car. Farah's heart was calm, no more longing to torment her. Farah came out with peace of heart.

"Flood!"

"Sister, why are you here?" Farah doesn't believe me. Bayu just kept silent while turning to look at Arif who was beside him.

Farah saw Bayu already standing right next to her car. Farah was astonished, at once surprised. When he realized, if Bayu was deliberately waiting for him. But quickly, Farah threw away her confidence. Farah started telling herself. If Bayu accidentally meets her.

"I'm waiting for you!" Sahut Arif's.

"For!" Farah's mouth is cold.

"I want to see you, is your heart at ease after destroying the person so close to you!" Arif said cynically and coldly.