The Girl Owner of the Heart of the Ustadz
GPHSU: His departure...
Welcoming afternoon...
"son of alfi, may I speak with you?"mbah Dahlan asked for a moment with Ustadz Alfi.
Ustadz Alfi, who was sitting with his grandfather and brother, immediately turned his gaze to someone who had been his role model since then besides his grandfather.
"well, let's go" cried Ustadz Alfi. He followed Dahlan's steps towards his room. The others continued their show.
"what do you want to talk to alfis?"Ustadz Alfi went straight to the point asking what this granddad of women he admired meant.
"haha.. You're just like my granddaughter, son of alfi. You like what yahlan just not the one who beat tele.."that Dahlan thought a little hard.
"to the point mbah" replied Ustadz Alfi smiling.
"does.. Yes yes itu. Basic young man"bah Dahlan chuckled, making Ustadz Alfi also infected his laughter.
"ekhems.. This is nak alfi.. You're really ready for marriage but there's one thing that worries me" Dahlan said for a moment.
"what are you worried about? Is alfi still lacking in the eyes of Mbah?"Ustadz Alfi was a little insecure. Even though he is famous and always confident standing in front of many people.. But why, when in front of someone who means a lot to the woman he admires becomes less confident in himself
"i don't think so. You've been better than I expected to make you a granddaughter-in-law. Only, can you guarantee that my grandson is the only woman in your heart?"mbah Dahlan. Ustadz Alfi was silent for a moment.
"i don't want my granddaughter to be disappointed that there will be no more support than you will be her husband. Once he is disappointed it will be difficult to forget" said Mbah Dahlan back.
"Alfis will not disappoint the hopes of Mbah and family. After all, getting married once in a lifetime is hard. Showing the way to his own wife and family takes a fight. There was a bit of fear also in me, whether to be able to guide him after his family" Ustadz Alfi explained what he felt.
"just son, this is certainly natural in every man who will complement his religion. Calm down, if you live it with the intention because worship will certainly have a way of every problem"advice mbah Dahlan while holding the shoulder Ustadz Alfi.
"thank you Mbah" smiled Ustadz Alfi who recited because there was support from his female side.
"keep it, please it and love it as you appreciate yourself.I really hope and believe that if you can be his back"the gaze of Mbah Dahlan looked at Ustadz Alfi so much. Ustadz Alfi was stunned by the meaning of the gaze.
SKIPS...
The day has begun at night, this time around the time isya will be a little more come. All then ablution alternately and prepare for congregational prayer at the request of Mbah Dahlan. He is eager to pray together with his best friend's family. The reason is because of sheer desire. But there is one thing that no one knows what the motive is.
Previously, tables and chairs in the spacious living room had to be marginalized first. The living room, which had been a sofa and table, now became wider than before and became an impromptu small mosque. Dayu and Aisyah helped Bu Mira roll out the carpet for everyone. Before long the Adhan Isya reverberated, and coincidentally all were ready for prayer.
While waiting for the Adhan to be finished, they quietly listened and replied to the Adhan. And when the Adhan is finished, they will pray after the Adhan. After that, everything was very solemn prayer congregation and only the sound of crickets was heard.
The imam of Isya prayer today is Ustadz Alfi. The rear row after the imam is abi abdurahman, umay, Mbah dahlan and Ahmad's father. The following lines are Azzam and Farhan. Then after that was Miss Mira, Aisyah, Dayu and Umi Shita.
Before long the body of Dahlan who remained dashing in old age collapsed slowly. It also makes Ustadz Alfi surprised not to play the same as the others. then without a little long, he checked the wrist Dan .....
" Athaghfirullah, his pulse .."the inner Ustadz Alfi was shocked.
"what is alfi?" worried Grandpa Ilham.
"innalillahi wa inna ilaihi ro'jiun" said Ustadz Alfi. Then everyone said the same thing and grieved over Dahlan's long gone altar.
"Dad"Lirih Ahmad's. His words sounded like they were shaking with his body. Soon her tears were shed and by kissing her already cold palms.
It really cannot be described with words. Just to know, he felt very lost a father who he had been proud of and loved to leave him. Today, he is very fragile and in fact because no matter how strong a man will be fragile if his loved ones leave.
"mas. I won't get sick anymore, rest assured that God loves me more"said Mira who tried to strengthen and hide her sadness even though she also felt lost because she thought Dahlan was her own biological father after the departure of her parents several decades ago.
Ahmad's father turned to look at his wife. Her tears were visible on her cheeks and her eyes clashed with those of her eyes that were also soon shedding tears like her. It turns out that he is not the only one who feels lost. His wife and the others are the same. Finally he tried to smile even though thin.
"We should take care of him, it is not good like this especially to abandon the deceased" suggested Grandpa Ilham who was after wiping his eyes with a handkerchief that he always carries where.
All agree. Ahmad's father who was helped by Abi abdurahman and Ilham's grandfather carried Dahlan's altar to his room. Umay and Ustadz alfi went to the mosque to report that Dahlan had died.
The death of Mbah Dahlan became a sorrow for the surrounding community because he was known to be good and friendly and he was old (respected) by the surrounding community . Before the reporter came home, it turned out that someone had arrived home first after hearing a voice from the mosque.
Time shows it's already night, so it's designed for the final rest tomorrow. Do not forget to tell relatives about this sad news.
## Short Story ##
The time is almost morning, everyone has been praying in turn. In front of the house has been neatly arranged chairs all kinds of needs along with people who float. The youth mudi karang cadets are ready with their respective tasks to help the next week.
The late Mbah Dahlan was bathed by men. While the women welcome mourners. This day is so overcast that it paints the feeling of the current dahlan family. Redup with sadness that can not be described by something.
Shortly thereafter, came Vishnu's uncle and his family from Tangerang. They left last night. Departing around the 10th because of the sad news.
The clock on the wall already showed at 8 am, everything was ready to deliver the body of Mbah Dahlan. But it was interrupted because Ahmad's father was trying to contact his first daughter who had not been able to be contacted. Last night, he didn't call because it was night. Dila is very dangerous alone from Jogja with his motorbike.
"father, maybe you're in college at morning." said Dayu who saw his father trying to call the mom.
"but you should know about this.." said Ahmad's father who put his cellphone and corrected his copy.
Seriate...
