There's No Saying Dear

Prolegomenon

Singapore Changi—Indonesia Airport, Jakarta.

The story begins at ten o'clock in the morning on August 6, 2005M, coinciding with 1 Rojab 1426 H, when the handsome young man was sitting in the seat of the airport. Waiting for the plane to take off in half an hour. That night, he got less good news than his mother. His face was flat, expressionless. I don't know what makes him that way. If it was someone else might be fretting. But different from him. Yep! He is Muhammad Sky Arkarna Abdullah

After waiting for almost half an era, the plane that the young man was boarding was finally about to take off.

After an hour and thirty-five minutes. The young man had arrived at Soekarno—Hatta international airport. The young man quickly got out of the airport, pulling his suitcase. The young man looked for a taxi, in order to get to his residence quickly.

The young man had arrived at his residence. The young man got out of the taxi. The young man stood in front of the fence, looking straight, at the yellow flag in front of his house. The yellow flag indicates that there is grief, the number of people wearing black clothes makes everyone understand what it all means. Slowly the young man took off his glasses. That black-eyed bead swept across everything there.

Almost everyone who was there, his eyes were fixed on the handsome young man wearing a black shirt, who was none other than the Sky. The sky ignored the person who looked at himself with a look of admiration, he chose to walk through the many crowds that were mourning.

On the other hand the woman had to accept the diatribe from her stepmother.

"You are the unlucky bearer" the middle-aged woman scornfully told her stepson by pointing at her stepson's face.

"Look! Your future husband's DEAD! Though never met you," he said, while putting his hands in front of his chest.

The woman in front of him was silent and did not answer a word from him. Yes, she was a Moonlight Star. that woman was getting a scorn from her stepmother.

I said it would be wrong, mending I was silent to hear babbling from you. Inner Light while stroking the chest.

The light was not surprised by his stepmother's attitude. For insults and insults will be given to the Light every day.

No matter how long after her stepmother berated the Light. Nek Endah came out of his room. The old woman wore a black robe, a veil of color matching the robe she wore.

On the way to Raharja's house, there was no chatter at all. They finally reached their intended place.

Three women of different ages got out of the car, and walked along to the house of Raharja, which was filled with wreaths of condolences to the family of Raharja. The large number of mourners made the Light mutter in his heart.

Is this family very happy? Many people give flowers.

Light knew that he would be betrothed to the granddaughter of Endah's friend. But he didn't know exactly about his grandmother's friend's family.

The three women were already inside Raharja's house. Nek Endah went straight to his old friend.

"Raj, who's patient." Nek Endah stroked his friend's shoulder.

Grandfather Raharja's eyes were fixed on the woman standing beside the Grandpa Endah. He put a smile on his lips for the woman.

The light that was greeted with a warm smile from Grandpa Raharja he also returned the smile.

The funeral will be in half an hour. The eyes of Light were fixed on a tombstone engraved with the name of Ahmad Bumi Abdullah

It was able to make the long-haired woman, remember what her stepmother said to her that morning before leaving for Raharja's house.

"You're the unlucky bearer, look at your future husband's DEATH, but you've never met you!" Those words kept spinning in the minds of the Light. The light shook his head, he thought that he was the unlucky carrier.

Am I really the unlucky carrier, brother Earth. I've never met you, but I'm sorry if Bumi died because of me. Inner Light, who felt that he was the cause of the death of the Earth.

Even though the Earth accident had nothing to do with him, somehow the woman blamed herself for the death of Earth.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, did not the late mother ever say that in Islam there is no such thing as shit." The woman tried to remember, the words of her late mother when she was a child.

My son's star first of all, in Islam there is no such thing as shit. The bad luck experienced by humans is a form of testing given by Allah SWT. In HR. Ahmad, Prophet Muhammad SAW said, 'no one can resist destiny except prayer'. Do'a is a worship to Allah SWT. in accordance with the word of Allah: 'That is to say: Pray to Me, I will allow you.... Prayer is able to reject God's destiny, No one can resist it except prayer: I grant the request of the one who prays when he pleads with Me." The light recalled the moment his deceased mother told one of the hadiths.

After twenty minutes, they finally arrived, the Earth burial process was accompanied by sobs from family and close relatives of Raharja.

Accidentally the long-haired woman's eyes, saw a handsome figure who had pure white skin was inside the burrow, who was preparing to receive the corpse from above.

Why is that person's expression flat? Like there was no sadness on his face. But I saw from earlier he was always close to the deceased brother of Earth, began the process of teaching, barking the corpse until he also lifted the coffin of the feet of Earth. Who the hell is he? But the look on his face that makes the upset time there is no sadness at all.

OH My God! What light do you think about taking care of other people's business.