The Neglected Pearl

Part 102 Rises from the fall

Tears and deep sorrow had enveloped the atmosphere that morning, in the hospital. After the police conducted an autopsy, on Gita's body, the body was allowed to be brought home, to be kept private.

“Gratitude Alhamdulillah, your daughter died in a state of husnul khotimah, sir,” Mang Ojo told Ahong.

“What do you mean by Father?”

“Muslims who die in a state of holiness, they are called martyrs, and Allah will occupy them in the paradise that has been promised.”

“Is my daughter Gita really dead Syahid?”

“Yes, didn't you before he died, your family converted to Islam? It's called Mu’alaf. A new convert to Islam, he is like a holy baby before Allah, no stain covers his heart.”

“Did I not hear wrong, Sir?” ask Leni less trust.

“True, Mom. Be grateful Mother, because the Gita spirit is directly placed in a worthy place beside God azzawajala.”

“Aamiin! Hopefully what you say will be proven.”

“Insya Allah.”

After hearing the explanation from Mang Ojo, if his daughter will be put into heaven, it makes very exciting news for Ahong and his wife.

That same afternoon, Gita's body was properly bathed and in the caravan, an oddity, seen at that time, Aida who bathed Gita, he spoke to Marni, he said, if from the body of Gita smelled by it a very fragrant smell.

“That's true, Aida?”

“Yes, Mar. why would I make it up, if you don't believe me ask Ms. Fatma who also bathed her.”

Not sure what Aida said, Marni also came to Fatma who was crying sadly at the side of Gita's body.

“Kata Aida, while bathing it earlier, from the body of Gita comes a very fragrant aroma, is it really Bu?”

“Iya, Mar,” replied Fatma slowly.

“Waah, means Gita entered syorga dong!”

“God willing Mar, Gita died in a state of persecution and adultery. So, Gita returned to the presence of God in a state of husnul khotimah .”

“Iya, hope so Bu.”

After the completion of Gita's body was sholatan, then everyone drove him in his last stop. Tears of Grief accompanied do’a to Gita that afternoon.

On the third and seventh nights, Mang Ojo held a do’a together while reading the suroh Yasin together, so that the Spirit of Gita was received by God's side.

After more than a week of Gita's departure, Zaki is still grieving, he does not eat and does not want to leave the house, Zaki was heartbroken at that time, because the girl he loved died in tragic and terrible circumstances.

Mang Ojo who saw his son always moody and grieving, he came to him giving a living spirit to Zaki who had been late and drifting in a long sadness.

“Genesis you just experienced, make it a lesson for the future, because not all the lessons you get at the level of Education, there are times, the lessons you get from life experience.”

“Iya, Sir,” replied Zaki with a puddle of tears.

"Why do you feel sad again?"

“If only that day I did not say break up with Gita, of course this will not happen to him.”

“Do not ever blame yourself, because everything that has happened, it is destiny, the path of life that we must travel, both hard and happy, it will still pass us.”

“Iya, Sir.”

“What you have to do now, get up, and show yourself, if you are not a weak Zaki, we can be sad and grieved, but all that has a time limit.”

“Iya, Sir.”

“If you continue this late, then you will lose everything, not only lose Gita, but you will also lose your future, your career and even your job.”

Listening to the advice of his Father, Zaki continued to cry incessantly, Mang Ojo was not angry to see Zaki crying, because in such a way, Zaki can reduce the burden on his damper.

Lama Mang Ojo, sitting on the side of Zaki who continued to cry like a child, after his crying a little subsided, then Mang Ojo told Zaki to take the lead, to perform, pray, pray, so that his heart and mind can be calm.

According to his father's orders, Zaki immediately worked on it, he took ablution water and immediately did the circumcision prayer.

“Deliver your heart intention to Allah, say that your heart is grieving, let Allah lighten that burden from your heart,” Mang Ojo said calmly and quietly.

Zaki who always obeyed the orders of his Father, he also honoured Allah with his solemnity, so that he would be given strength and patience in accepting the calamity.

At the sight of Zaki slightly calm, then Mang Ojo came out of his son's room, while taking a deep breath, Mang Ojo tried to sit on the sofa.

“What's the state of Zaki, Sir?” ask Fatma to know.

“He was so down, Mom,” Mang Ojo replied in a soft voice.

“Lantas, how is it now?”

“Let it be quiet first, I have given him advice, who knows with that advice, Zaki can get back up from his slump.”

“Yes, hopefully so, Mr.”

Two days after Mang Ojo advised Zaki, that morning Zaki came out of his room dressed in hospital. Seeing his son rise again, Mang Ojo smiled happily.

One year after Gita's departure, the days passed, for Zaki as usual, he no longer remembered the Gita that had died. Zaki tries to cover up his loneliness by finding a replacement for Gita, Defi, a beautiful doctor who is with him at all times.

That night, Zaki expressed his intention to Mang Ojo to propose to Defi, all the family supported Zaki's good intentions.

In front of everyone Mang Ojo, invited Defi to talk and ask about the noble plan of the two of them.

“Are you two getting married?” asked Mang Ojo At Defi who was then so embarrassed to talk.

Zaki who saw Defi was silent, he also took a glance at him, the atmosphere looked silent, when Defi did not want to open his mouth to talk.

“Diam means agree!” said Mang Ojo replied to Defi's silent attitude.

Because his heart intent had been answered by Mang Ojo, Defi only smiled sweetly, while the others also smiled widely.

“Now you want to ask, actually nak Defi live where?”

“I live in Padang Pak,” Defi replied in a soft voice.

“Are your parents alive?”

“Still Sir.”

“What is their job?”

“Papa is a teacher in High School, while Mom is a midwife in Padang.”

“When are your plans, will notify them of this problem?” asked Mang Ojo waiting for an answer from Defi.

“Quickly Sir.”

“Alright, we will wait for answers from both your parents.”

Defi smiled at the unification, his heart that had long wanted Zaki to become a priest in his life, that day could only be realized.

A week after the results of the meeting were said, Defi immediately went to the city of Padang, with escorted by the family Mang Ojo kebandara, Defi was ready to part temporarily with his lover Zaki.

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