Special Journey

Episode 40's

After dinner and prayers, my father and mother gathered in the upper room, this is not every night we do. Only occasionally. What's more since Kia's gone, this is the first time we've been together again.

Slender. Even if they are together... There seems to be less. The joy and noise of a child.

"So don't want to watch this, spongbob movie atok." That's the voice of protest Kia most often heard if again the scramble of the TV remote is the same father.

"Warm Tea Fah." Mother offered a glass of warm tea complete with rome bread beside her.

"Thank you Bun, Afiifah diet Hehe." I showed my white teeth a little untidy.

"Udah kempeng, do not need a diet. Your bones don't have protective fat." Babe baba.

"Haha... Cook the Bun? Afiifah's feelings are still fat. Still 50 BB Afiifah." I saw my own body.

"People who see, it's not good to be too thin."

"Hehehe. Yes, here Afiifah drink."

Mother poured tea into my glass. "do not many Bun, not good to drink sweet nights, later diabetes." My protest, when I saw my mother passionately pouring tea, was the depth of my glass.

"News Palestine again, Dad?"

"Yes... Conflict is happening again." I looked serious about the news.

"Yes yes, yeah... Sometimes I can't bear to see them constantly being attacked, as if human life had no meaning. From infancy to old age to Israel's victims of cruelty." I cheated on Dad's words.

"really pity. If you can, you want to adopt 10 Palestinian children." Mother who was cool with her warm tea followed the news.

"Just donate Bun, now many volunteers who accept donations for Palestine."

"What donation? "

" What aja. You can wear clothes or money. Many also donate such as food and some even give the Quran." I answered with great enthusiasm.

"Never? Sure the donation can reach them in the state of Palestine there? Sure you're not a scam?"

"Find a trustworthy donk bun. For example, there is already evidence that their donation has reached there." Connect dad.

"Yes, tomorrow you want to donate money. Let it be easy." Mother sipped her tea again.

I just smiled at my mother's behavior.

"Fariz has come home?" Dad sipped his warm tea.

"Here, most of all in the room." Mother turned to Fariz's room. "how is Nisa, Fah? You okay?"

"That's all Bun, the important thing is that Nisa wants to eat, K.O will continue to infuse the child."

"Casian is also Fah."

I smiled a little. "previously when pregnant Afiifah or Fariz mother is also so severe is it not?" so you want to know what you felt when you were pregnant me and Fariz first.

"Hmmm... Not really, even pregnant women Afiifah very active ya well! I like to participate in the activities of Bhayangkari mothers again, right?"

"Yes not to limp like Nisa, but dizzy father if again service or again not at home, a day the phone father can sound hundreds of times, called mulu." Dad saw Mother cynical.

"Haha... What the hell yeah, it's innate." Mother's laughter.

"Well, Mother was that?" I changed the position facing my mother with the doll in my lap.

"Yes. If you do not meet the father or do not hear the voice of the father, mother likes nausea. Dizziness.a her innate hahaha."

"If you are pregnant Fariz Bunda that too?"

"So. Fariz Mother time like tired, but not to severe vomiting as well. Maybe the age factor is yes." mother smiled. "but mother happy, what else know pregnant the second guy."

"When you already know his son, mom almost arrived months want USG, hehehe... The doctor didn't need three months to come." Mother is still enthusiastic.

"So miss Kia." I'm lirih.

Father and Mother take a deep breath. "ikhlasin ya dear. InshaAllah Kia will be your savings will be in heaven, if later you marry again, may be blessed with children who sholehah."

"Aamiin." I hugged my mother. "Thank you bun."

It feels calm in your arms. I am still thankful that God still gives Father and Mother life to this day. I can still be with you when I'm at the lowest use of my life. Farewell to Haikal plus another must lose Kia and suddenly Joseph decided to cancel his proposal.

May God immediately replace this suffering and wound with happiness.

"It is okay to get a husband first, just amenkan get a child." father's speech made me release a hug from mother.

"Dad ah, pray that the daughter of this father gets a sholeh husband, husband for the world of ahirat. Who can make this father's child become a woman who is more believing and caring."

"Yes already. Afiifah in the room first. Assalamualaikum."

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There's always been a miss in this heart. From kelam kemalam.

I'm just a human being. I-i know... As long as there is a breath, during that time also the test of God alternately.

Well... I'm just a human being trained in life.

Waiting for an uncertain tomorrow what is happening, just praying for the trials that are increasingly felt big.

Mommy Said...

Heaven is too expensive for ordinary women to enter, God chose me to be an extraordinary woman, in order to increase the sense of faith.

Here, this heart almost gave up. Butno... I can't give up, shouldn't I be grateful for this test?

I don't know when my nights are always long!

Waiting for the sun to shine tomorrow, then waiting for the sun to return, replaced the moon.

I just want every day to go by quickly. At least scrape a little wound in this heart.

I have to work even harder to get my heart back.

Encourage your mother always, son, continue to live in the heart of the mother, until later God said, meet in another life.

Good night to the world. Good night fragile heart.

I just want to be a little closed, while waiting for tomorrow, and then carry out the new destiny of God.

Morning greet.

Since dawn, I sought tranquility in the balcony of the room while chanting Allah's asthma softly. Starting today with this hopeful plan, God has a little wound on this heart.

The night that brought silence and cold has gone away.

Now... Thanks to the sun, it has accompanied the beginning of my day beautifully and warmly.

"Hmmmhuahw... Well, be happy, heart, we will pass this day with joy and gratitude, only with joy and gratitude, may long but not to weaken." I give spirit to myself.

After the shower, then breakfast.

I'll start today with work.

"Bun, Afiifah to the office first yes. Assalamualaikum." I kissed the back of your hand.

"Not your breakfast?" Mother held my hand.

"Oh yeah... Forgot monday, yes... Careful." Mother rubbed my shoulders.

I'm nodding. "Assynoltom..."

" Ra'alaikumussalam." Mother waved to me.

Ordinary Kia will also take me to work. I miss Kia again.

The car I was driving slowly started to leave the courtyard of the house.

Still morning... But the streets already seem crowded and many times jammed, what else is this Monday, people will begin to work energetically always a day and two off.

I dispelled my silence by turning sholawat from my favorite group of gambus. Gambus Sabiyan's. His vocalist voice was very pleasant to hear.

The journey can be taken thirty minutes, can be up to an hour, if it is working hours or back to work.

Fifty-three minutes to get to the office. I parked the car in a regular parking lot, it was like private property. Though anyone can park in this place, but maybe it is my car, mother's car exactly but I borrow, which is usually parked here, so this parking is always empty. What is the reason.

"Assalamualaikum, morning ma'am."

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Morning as well."

"Mommy's morning,"

"Morning.. "

Greeting early or returning their greetings is what happens until I enter my room.

"Astagfirulah..." I rubbed my chest, shocked. Seeing someone else in my room.

Joseph. It was awkward to meet Joseph after a few weeks of never meeting.

"Assynoltom... "I tried to greet Joseph, throwing away my nervousness.

" Wa'alaikumussalam's... "Yusuf without looking.

With a slow, barely even sounding step, I headed towards the table. Joseph seemed unperturbed by my presence. He didn't even look at me at all.

I tidied the table, put the bag in the drawer and was ready to start work.

Silent. Joseph and I were busy with our jobs, we looked like strangers. And honest... It really makes me uncomfortable. Even though Joseph had been cold to me, this time he was colder.

Already have. I'd better focus on the reports that made my head dizzy.

At eight.

I went to the bathroom, I glanced at Yusuf at a glance, "Hmmm just pray fast." I hesitated.

"Hm." A short answer and a slow response from Joseph.

"You... Want to pray too?" ah ntah. I'm like a fool.

"Just go first." Joseph was still focusing on his computer address.

"OK." I answered softly, then immediately went to the bathroom for ablution' and dhuha prayers.

The four raka'at are done, I resume my work.

"Look." I stroked my head. "duh sori, sorry sorry. I didn't mean it." O Allah I accidentally bowed Joseph's stomach with my head, "hurt huh?" no, I'm really worried about Joseph getting out of the hospital for a day.

"Sorry, yeah, it's cool shoes while walking so don't see you in front."

"No papa." Looking at Yusuf's eyes, it made me nervous, "I pray first." Joseph passed.

I just sighed and exhaled violently repeatedly.

"Hopefully, he's fine." I turned to Joseph who had just entered the small, very simple room, but the most comfortable place in the room.

Silence again. Just a sound coming from the keyboard. We really are like strangers.

"Have breakfast?"

"Eh... Be-yet, ohh I mean, no more breakfast." I stammered.

"Ohh... Fasting?"

"I... Ja. God willing."

"OKAY. I'll order breakfast first." Yusuf asked one of his employees to deliver chicken porridge. I don't know if that food is on the menu at this restaurant.

After waiting for a while, one of Cici, one of the employees here, came in and brought a bowl of chicken porridge.

"This sir." Cici smiled kindly.

"Just put it there, thank you." Yusuf was still focusing on his computer without looking at Cici. It's very disrespectful. My soul is in my heart.

"I'm sorry, ma'am... Excuse me. Assalamualaikum." Cici also nodded at me, perhaps as a sense of disdain.

"Is chicken porridge on the menu right now?" think hard. I'm shrivelling. To whom I asked that question.

"No. I asked for it specifically, because I still have to eat soft food." It turns out that Joseph heard my words.

"Ohh. Eaten first porridge, then the cold hunt is not good." he is still focused on the computer.

"Later if the cold is not spent, it's not good, tired the Cici makes a special blind you again, use the love seasoning he makes it, let alone eaten, in the lyrics just not." Ahh why am I so upset to see Joseph's indifference.

Five minutes... Ten minutes, Yusuf began to eat porridge that had been tired of being proud of the same owner.

Just a few spoons, "Ck... How weird does it feel? It's cold." Joseph pushed the bowl containing the porridge away.

"Not spent? Mubazirs. I'll tell you later that the cold isn't good. There are many people out there who get food, you are given sustenance to be able to eat without bother even wasted."

"In the Quran is also mentioned and do not waste your wealth. And verily the wasters are the brothers of Satan. (QS. Al Isro' 26-27) "

"Eating is like stealing food from the poor, many people are hungry and malnourished. Some even died because they didn't get food."

"O Allah has spoken long and long" Joseph drew near to the bowl of chicken porridge and began to eat it again, "well, beautiful and Biak... I finished the porridge." Yusuf glanced at me annoyed.

"That's dong... Many are grateful to be given Allah a fortune to be able to eat every day, if it is time to eat, it must eat. Do not be cool with the computer screen alone, will not make full glare at the computer screen."

"Astagfirulah... Yes yes. Very long talk, fortunately not yet live at home, can hot ears I dio ecehin continue."

"I heard." glanced at Joseph. He turned the nagging while inserting a spoon of porridge in the depth of his mouth. "it will also not be possible to live in the house." now I say slowly, while wasting my breath.

Back glanced at Joseph who was lazy to have to spend his porridge.

I pandangi... Joseph seemed to be getting colder, not only feeling, or indeed Joseph was still sad to lose Kia. I know Joseph still feels guilty about Kia's passing.

"You've really been healthy Suf? You're only a day out of the hospital, should rest first, I can still handle your work, later if there's something to sign I can drive you home." I saw Joseph taking the medicine he had stored in his bag.

"Sir papa, I also have a long break in the hospital, I'm tired of sleeping constantly."

"But at least take a break of one or two days, let's observe at home." I'm still worried about Yusuf.

"You're bothered by my presence in the office? If you are disturbed, okay... I'm back. Let's just set our office hours, let's not see each other." Yusuf struck a hard glass filled with water and white shirt.

"Mom... That's not what I mean, I'm just worried about you, that's all." Sad to say, only this time I was yelled at by Joseph, ah not yelled at, I was excessive. "Sorry." I cast a glance from Joseph, looking up... I hold my tears to not fall.

"Assynoltom..."