THE LOVE OF LOVE, AZZAHRA

THE ANGEL OF THE PENITENTIARY

Rinduku At the Sepi end

The moaning drizzle droplets, the,

in the dark sky.

I'm putting longs at the end of the eye,

dancing beautifully in the wishful.

Your shadowy, spoiled rapture,

hit in every quiet corner.

Put your name inside

remember my hopeful voice.

Love look…

Colorful seven-color arch,

decorate the sky after the rain.

like a stretch of mayang shawl, like,

the meaning of Rinduku script.

And I tried to send it anyway,

together with the rapid wind.

I hope he pulls over, though,

about my stamped miss.

*(source by google, https://www.romadecade.org/puisi\-rindu/)

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The car Zahra was driving stopped right in the yard of the house with a green feel. After removing the seat belt, Zahra opened the car door and exited. As usual if he stopped at this house, he would take a deep breath while closing his eyes for a moment to feel all the feelings that had once stopped in his heart and release it slowly along with his breath. His eyes were now staring at the twilight that began to creep up to decorate the afternoon sky.

"Senja is beautiful, but only for a moment. In your presence, even though you will have no body, will always live here in Zahra's heart until the time of this breath God asks again."

Again, a piece of past memory alighted to re-scratch the wound. Always like this. Whatever seemed at the end of his eyes, led him back to the shadow of his figure. The difference, over time the wound did not make himself drown in a puddle of tears that casually flooded his smooth cheeks.

Now he is stronger because the fortress he built is stronger than before. Any great insistence is now capable of being halted because not once was he tested twice. Thousands of liters of tears he had dropped to accompany every test of life that never seemed to subside. Change to test his patience and faith.

If he wants to complain, maybe one sentence he wants to say to his god, "God has all this pain in the heart". But what will he get from the complaints he makes? This woman knew very well how much God loved her, how much God cared for her, so many times she was struck by the test of life that seemed to never stop.

He knew God was strengthening him through this wound. He knew God was trying to elevate his position through endless pain. He believed God had prepared a very good place as a gift of patience and sincerity. And one thing that he realized until this moment. God was always with him in the sea of sadness that he lived all this time.

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"Ummiiii," cried a boy who was about to turn six. The little angel who had always been the amplifier of his soul. A white figure that became a lantern after the sun dimmed in the contest. The figure that is the reason he remains strong to survive all the storms of life that hit.

ATHALLAH RAFFASYA SHAFWAN'S. The little angel who came from the fruit of his love with his beloved husband. The real evidence that binds her and Hafiz in a sacred bond of love. Love is always awake until this moment. The love that God endures until it empties into the throne of eternity, which is none other than HEAVEN.

Zahra smiled her smile to welcome the presence of the baby. He lowered his body to align the tiny body and spread out his hands. Raffa ran and ran into Zahra's arms. Not far behind the little boy, another angel figure seemed to be smiling towards him.

"Affa why are you out?" zahra asked the handsome and adorable boy.

A grin rose on Raffa's face.

"Affa kangen is the same Ummi," he replied innocently.

Zahra smiled and cupped Raffa's cheek and gently kissed the boy's forehead and nose.

"Ummi is also kangeeen same Affa."

"Listen to the sound of your car, he immediately ran out, Nduk," said Ummi Maryam who walked up to the two.

Zahra got up and took the hand of Ummi-in-law for him to kiss the back of his hand.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ummi," hail Zahra.

"Wa'alaikumus greetings. Yes, Nduk, go in first. You eat continue to rest first here, then go home later isya'," said Ummi.

Zahra just nodded her assent while leading her son alone wayang, into the house.

After cleaning her body in the husband's room, Zahra came out to join her in-laws and her son in the living room.

"School mosque, Nduk. His home after Maghrib he said," explained Ummi.

"You don't eat first to, Nduk," said Ummi when Zahra occupied himself next to Raffa who was busy playing lego.

"Later on, Mi is not hungry yet" said Zahra who now began to play with Raffa.

A crisp laugh was now heard from Zahra's mouth when the building they built collapsed and displayed the scowling face of the beloved son.

"Well, because of Ummi. Affa's building is collapsing" the boy said.

Zahra was anxious to see Raffa's behavior. Her lips are funny. He rattled Raffa's hair.

"Ummy. Ih, Affa so no longer handsome like Abi if his hair is ruffled gini."

Again, Raffa grumbled because of the Ummi. Zahra only chuckled to see her while Ummi Maryam smiled as she shook her head at the behavior of the two.

"Already, already. The game is filled with gih, already want maghrib," Ummi Maryam mediates.

Adhan maghrib could be heard in all directions. Zahra came out of the bathroom after taking ablution. He smiled at Raffa who was sitting on his tongue. Zahra approached him, confirming the peci Raffa was wearing before he wore his face.

"It doesn't pray huh, Ummi?" raffa asked in surprise because he did not find the grandmother. Zahra.

"No longer pray."

"Why? It will be mandatory, Ummi, later Uti sinned," said Raffa innocently.

"It's an obstacle, so it's a sin to pray Uti."

"What's the obstacle, Ummi? why not pray?"

"Later if Affa is big, Ummi told you. If now Ummi explained, Affa would not understand. The point is that women are special because there is a time where their God of love breaks not to pray or teach," explained Zahra who made Raffa's forehead shrivel in.

The handsome boy had opened his mouth to speak but Zahra interrupted first.

"Any woman who is in the way of hindrance cannot pray, sin."

Raffa who listened to the final explanation from the Ummi was finally mangosteen although there is still something he wants to ask or say.

Zahra gently rubbed the top of Raffa's head. There was a newness and pride in seeing his son grow into a boy endowed with above average intelligence. He never stopped asking anything that made him curious. His active behavior like a child in general did not make the boy recalcitrant. Raffa actually impressed obedient and easily directed. Even at a very small age, the boy had saved up seven jur'an memorization juz. Abi Ridwan and Mas Hakam are always controlling the memorization of the boy.

Raffa's love for Allah's word is decreased from that of Abi. Even blatantly the boy made Hafiz his qibla after the Prophet. Every detail that exists in Abinya, he always imitated. Raffa does seem dominant downhill from the Abi. No doubt Ummi Maryam and Abi Ridwan say that Raffa is a duplicate of Hafiz. A small Hafiz figure exists and attaches itself to Raffa. From the physical, his attitude, he said exactly like Abinya. The handsome face that mirif the Abi was stuck in the patent on the boy's face. His intelligence is a combination of his parents.

Allah is All-Everything who has created his being perfectly even in the affairs of love. Little Raffa who never once felt the warm embrace of an Abi did not make him a stranger to the figure of Hafiz. His love is intact to that figure. Only by listening to the sound of Hafiz's tilawah that Zahra always plays the recording every time he will sleep and wake up. Also the stories about Hafiz who often came out of the lips of Zahra or his other family, making Raffa's love for Hafiz so strong. Raffa is so loving and loving the figure of Hafiz even though he never felt his presence though.

Zahra wiped the tears that fell down, recalling the figure she loved so much. The figure that until this moment still reigns in his heart. The figure who became the ruler of all his heart and love.

Fate is so cruel that it breaks its bond with the husband through death. His world was shattered instantly, the sky seemed to collapse because of it. His life seemed meaningless when the Owner took back his own. The bright light in his heart dimmed just as it changed into darkness.

It took Zahra a long time to get up from the slump because she was left half her soul. From crawling to limping he lived his life without the figure of the lover of the heart. Luckily, the presence of his family and loyal friends clings to his heart that has been broken into pieces.

And do not forget the presence of Raffa who was born exactly eight months after the departure of Hafiz slowly able to treat Zahra's heart injury though not completely. Although the figure of himself is not the same as before, but Zahra has tried to close the incision in his heart that is felt never dry.

It did not stop there, again God tested his heart. The incision in his heart went back gaping, getting deeper and wider. One and a half years after Hafiz died, Bi Inah the woman who was so close to him returned God took. And what makes him seem unable to stand up again is the death of his two loved ones three years ago, Father and Mother. The plane, carrying both parents from Japan, crashed into the sea floor without being able to return the bodies of the two. Again Zahra had to drown in a sea of painful pain. Within seven years he was tested so great by the Creator. Lost four significant people in his life.

Thousands of liters of tears have fallen to accompany their departure. But it was not enough that God gave him another test of life. The test that God gave this time made him completely resigned and give up the destiny that God wrote for him. The test that dragged him into a complicated relationship.

But again Zahra had to be grateful again. His assignment to the central hospital in Jakarta seemed to be the answer to his prayers. God seemed to give him the solution to this complex test. A year there might get Zahra out of the complicated circle that holds her back. And right now all he thinks about is Raffa. Zahra had to prepare her mind for having to part temporarily with her beloved son as well as her two in-laws who were like her own parents.

A tiny hand shook his body. His daydreams caved in instantly when Raffa's shrill voice was heard breaking his eardrums. Zahra looked at Raffa with a confused look.

"Ummi was shocked to hear the sound of Affa's cry but Ummi was silent when he heard the loud voice of Mbah Kholil who was qomat," said Raffa with a frowning face.

"Astaghfirullahal.."

Zahra was too late in her daydream to hear the qomat that had been echoed.

"Ummi take ablution first yes, dear. Just a minute."

Zahra took off her face and ran to the bathroom to take ablution again so that her focus was not disturbed.

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I am 100% sure, for friends who read this part will put a very deep disappointment because the figure of Hafiz author disappear.😭😭🙏🙏

(The author's permission brackets at home).

But it's okay with crying and being disappointed means that friends are carried away and swept away in this story. I could feel what Zahra was feeling. Yes, that means the author succeeded, successfully made a friend, became the figure of Zahra itself.

Please cry ria. The author had already cried first, sniffing while as busy. Tears break violently until the eyes become so swollen with gini, tomorrow morning must have been meledekin same beloved husband because of baperan he. he.. 🤭🤭

*Yes that's it. Anyway stay faithful until the end because the Author will present something different. Cry, Happy, Sweet make Baper anyway complete package deh. Nyesel really use if sampak stop reading just because Aa' Hafiz is not there. (Aa'nya author keukeupin first at home🤭*🤭)

Bismillahrushmanirrahim.. Happy Reading!!