Tafakur Love Mualaf

Good Deeds Get Good Things Right

The oak! The oak! The oak! The oak!

Syansa had woken up from her sleep, until she cried faintly. Keep calling her mother, without a word.

"Syansa, your Mother is out of the house. He's paying for his reckless work, why the groceries should be thrown on the floor." Yunah rubbed her cheek gently.

Half an hour later, Fiha had returned home. There were a lot of groceries bought by him. They bought pampers for Syansa.

"Fiha, how long have you been?" ask Yunah.

"I'm adding groceries." replied Fiha.

"More groceries, but those that have been purchased are thrown." said Yunah.

"I was actually helping a disabled Grandma, about to climb the escalator stairs. Wherever I might throw food away, it would be a futile deed." replied Fiha, honestly.

"Masyaa Allah, Mother's daughter-in-law is truly of noble heart." praise Yunah.

"Mom could have joked, the reality is not so." replied Fiha.

Fiha took turns to hold Shansa, because Yunah had been guarding her. Now it's Fiha's turn, because it's his duty.

"Syansa baby, why are you so fussy." Fiha pinched both of his cheeks.

"Because I'm thirsty, but old Mother is home." Yunah replied, imitating the voice of a child.

Fiha took her into the room, to breastfeed her child. A few hours later, Hasbi was back. He went into the house, put his right foot first. It had become his habit, so he did not forget.

"Fiha, where are you, baby?" ask Hasbi.

"I'm here, baby, you can just incubate in the room's cage." Fiha replied, with a small laugh.

"Oh, it has become a chicken" said Hasbi.

"Heheh.. it's been a long time, dear." replied Fiha chuckling.

Fiha shook Hasbi's hand, then kissed the back of his hand. After that Hasbi kissed Fiha, then grabbed the towel on the hanger. He entered the bathroom and closed the door.

"Syansa, you're not thirsty anymore, are you?" Fiha rubbed his back, with telon oil.

Fiha did not want to, if his son was cold. The weather was very unfavorable, for Fiha to relax about Syansa. On hot days, his son sometimes prickles. Being a mother, you have to be ready.

Hasbi's body looked wet, as she had just taken a shower. Hasbi picked up the clothes, which had been prepared by his wife. After that, he approached his son who began to fall asleep.

"Is Syansa cranky all day?" ask Hasbi.

"Of course, honey, it would be a little troublesome for Mother heheh." replied Fiha.

"Yes of course, honey, today I want to make sponge cake. This is for the thanksgiving event, which will be held in the mosque." replied Fiha.

The next day, while on campus. Fiha came out of the classroom, to buy water. As Fiha was walking leisurely, suddenly his eyes saw a woman falling from the motor. Fiha immediately ran, to help him enforce the two-wheeled vehicle. The tattooed girl immediately moved, from her careless sitting.

"Well, is it okay?" ask soft Fiha.

"It's okay, thank you" he replied kindly.

Fiha smiled. "Yes, you're welcome."

"You are so gentle and graceful, reminding me of the past. I used to be like you, always wearing a hijab everywhere. But now, as you can see." she replied.

Fiha only smiled, yet did not want to judge. He was just a convert, had a lot to learn again.

Someone continued his words. "Sorry, I'm so upset."

"It's okay, my past used to be like your present self. In this world, like a round of wishful mysteries. No one will know, how the facts of someone at the end of his life." explains Fiha.

"If you may know, why didn't you wear a veil?" tanyanya.

"Because I didn't know Islam at the time" replied Fiha.

"Oh that's it." he said.

"Yes." replied Fiha.

Fiha and the woman exchanged contact numbers. After that, go to their respective destinations. Fiha was happy, because he could help his fellow man. While on the way back to campus, Fiha saw the grandmothers were cold.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" ask Fiha.

"I'm not feeling well, my body is shivering with cold." she replied.

Fiha took off his jacket, then covered the grandmother's body. The body that was cold, became warm. Fiha also took off his shoes, and put them on his grandmother's feet. Now he's back on campus, with only his feet wrapped in socks.

"Honey, where are your shoes?" ask Hasbi.

"I gave it to my grandmother dear. I saw it so cold." replied Fiha.

Hasbi grabbed his shoulders. "Salihah wife, we will buy new shoes yes."

"Dear, thank you." replied Fiha.

Ali smiled, looking at their happiness. Although in the end, Aqila was no longer. But Ali will still be happy, like the sincerity of Aqila's love.

”Fiha, Hasbi, you guys are my best friends. I pray, may your relationship last.” her inner.