Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

42. Describe what should be discussed.

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Jenar contacted both of her parents who were in Surabaya, once she got the news that her future husband was critical. He also sent word to Aneesha and the rest of the extended family, asking do’a so that Ghufron could pass through the critical period.

Riani and Fares when receiving news from their second daughter immediately promised do’a to the Almighty. Fares who was in the office immediately gathered all employees, asking everyone to’a hopefully Alloh gave his best for the prospective daughter-in-law. So did Riani who happened to be in an orphanage at the time. He asked the children and all the caretakers to read al-fatihah's letter for Ghufron's recovery.

Aneesha stopped the video editing job in order to take water wudlu and read do’a along with all household assistants. Not to miss also the entire extended family who at that time received messages sent by Jenar to the family chat group.

Many people say do’a for Ghufron, but what to say if Allah wants healing in other ways? When entering the prayer time Ashar Jenar gave news that Ghufron had just died.

*[Derek menawi mas Ghufron kagungan kalepatan, nyuwun pangapunten. Ghufron nembe mawon kapundhut.] (*Sorry, as Ghufron has been wrong, please forgive. Ghufron has just died.)

Once the contents of the short message sent by Jenar to the big family chat group. Instantly the roomchat became crowded with condolences and condolences.

The sky was extremely bright as if it turned pitch-black, the wind that was blowing slowly like it turned into a fierce storm. The sad news that afternoon became the most shocking news for the Adhitama extended family.

Fares felt sorry. If he knew the age of his future son-in-law only to this day, he would definitely not have returned to Surabaya yesterday. Riani could only exhale deeply while closing her eyes. Imagining his second daughter losing her heart, of course she also felt sad.

Reyfan, who was meeting for an important tender, was surprised when he got a call from Hara. He knew Hara couldn't have called him at rush hour if nothing really mattered. As soon as he heard the short sentence spoken by Hara, he immediately called his wife. In that instant, Aneesha asked him to come home. He does not care anymore about the tender, it is up to win or lose. Soon he asked Soleh to find a plane ticket to Yogya.

Aneesha could not help but shed tears as her husband called. She could only send a short message to Jenar, that her husband was leaving for Yogya. Because of her physical condition, it is not possible to get on a plane before consulting a doctor. For the good of all, Reyfan did not allow his wife to come to Yogya.

No one is prepared for the news of grief, even if it comes from a person who has been sick for a long time or has been very old. It is always surprising and sudden, because people always want to live longer in this mortal world. Death is a certainty that everyone will experience, sooner or later.

Innalillahi wa innailaihi roji ....

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Ms. Nuning opened the door of the house, when Dito had just stopped the car outside the yard. As soon as Nalini and Jenar got down from the car, Ms. Nuning welcomed their arrival with dewy eyes. None of them said a word. Perhaps that is what is called the instinct of a mother, has felt what happened to her son even though no one has told.

It cannot be described how Ms. Nuning felt at that time. Hit for sure, drawn from the tears that fell down his cheeks. Saddened by the loss of a very stifling chest, a son who was challenged could boast of a parent just called Alloh. But he tried to stay strong, because there were many things he had to do for his beloved son.

The funeral was also held. Relatives and surrounding residents work hand in hand to prepare for the funeral with Dito and the people sent by Hara to help. As Dito said, as much as possible the Ghufron family was not burdened with the problem of preparing for the funeral. The sudden loss of a family member is already a hard and emotionally draining blow. Do not add to the burden of a funeral.

Ghufron's body reached the funeral home ahead of isya’. Hospital procedures regarding the repatriation of bodies that must pass several stages, require a short time. Immediately carried out the process of handling the body from being purified, forgiven and then distributed. Mr. Haryo wants his son's body bathed and pardoned at home not in the hospital, so that Ms. Nuning can take care of his son's body.

An atmosphere full of grief colored the procession of the departure of the corpse that night. Jenar and Yumna had to hold onto Nuning's shoulder, as she repeatedly fell down and eventually fainted when the coffin was lifted and pronounced laaillahaillalloh’ muttered. As the footsteps of the people led Ghufron's body to its final resting place.

“True not coming to tomb?” Dito asked his uncle who was taking Nuning's mother.

“Ngak, Om. I'm at home just take care of mom.” replied Jenar.

“I'm also here, Mas.” said Yumna, someone must accompany bu Nuning.

Because of the condition of Nuning's mother who is still very shocked, Nalini also chose to stay at home to accompany her mother. The men went to the funeral, including Reyfan who had just arrived. Thankful that Reyfan still had time to mourn Ghufron's body with family and residents around.

Jenar and Yumna pushed Nuning into the room, laying her weak body on the bed. Nalini enveloped her mother, the three of them waiting for Nuning bu who was in a state between conscious and not. Although he has tried to be stoic, but the sense of losing a son who is predicted to be the pride of parents, still makes his soul shaken.

At 22:40 WIB the funeral procession was completed. Residents and relatives return to their homes. However, it still leaves some close relatives who choose to remain silent in the funeral home.

Dito and Reyfan returned from the tomb with several people who chose to go home early, not waiting until the talqin. Dito, who was still wearing full-service clothes, had a tired face, and Reyfan.

“Where do you want to go home, Rey?” Dito asked when he had just arrived at the funeral home.

“Most later I will stay at the hotel only, Om. No way if you go back to Magelang, tomorrow you want to come here again, right? The father of the same mother is also still on the way, at midnight only until.” replied Reyfan while tidying up the messy hair because it helped lower the body to the grave.

“Not come home with me? Nginep at home om all.”

“Sorry, Om. Not that I refused, but I'm still waiting for Hara. I want to talk to him.”

“Hara is still in the tomb?” Dito asked as he looked to the left looking for someone.

“Iya, Om. He waited until he finished his talqin.”

“Totalitas real your assistant it.”

“Hust, dong, Om. I give him a salary a lot of working time at will.”

Dito smiled in response to his arrogant expression. He put his arm around Reyfan's shoulder and said, “ya, if you still want to be here. Um take aunt Jenar home first, yeah. Not comfortable, this is. Sticky from the morning has not changed clothes.”

“Pantesan there is a bad smell from earlier, Om.” joked Reyfan while pretending to close his nose.

“Lack of you same old man.”

“Ngak, Om. Don't dare me.”

Because he felt very tired and Nuning ma'am was in better condition than before, Dito said goodbye to go home. Not to forget he apologized because Fares and Riani could not come to attend the funeral.

“Habis maghrib earlier mas Fares just departed from Surabaya by car, if there is no barrier at midnight will just arrive. So maybe tomorrow you can come here.” so Dito told bu Nuning.

“It's okay, I should apologize for disturbing genengan (you) kinship.”

“Nothing is bothered, Mom. It is only natural that we as Muslims help each other.”

Bu Nuning nodded at a glance, “thank you for everything, may Alloh repay the kindness of the genengan sekamil with more kindness.”

“Aamiin.”

“We're back, Mom. Titip ponakan me, Reyfan is still here waiting for Hara.”

“Nggih, Sir.” (Yes, Sir.)

Bu Nuning shakes hands as usual with Yumna and Dito, but he can't stem the tears when Jenar kisses the back of his hand. The feeling of loss brought back tears, although Jenar tried to smile while hugging her.

“Pardon if the ghufron has been wrong with you, yes, Nduk.”

“Mas Ghufron mboten kagungan lepat kalih kulo, Ma'am. Insya Alloh kulo sampun.” (Mas Ghufron has nothing wrong with me, ma'am. Insha Alloh I have been sincere.)

Genuine and patient are only two words that are easy to say, but of course very difficult to do. Jenar could have said he was sincere, but in his heart left a very deep wound. Left by prospective husbands who have sown the seeds of love in the heart, is not a trivial matter. Not only were they separated by distance and time, but they were in different realms, what a tragic farewell.

As the car driven by Dito passed through a public burial site that saw a light in the central area and some people just came out of the tomb, Dito slowed down the speed of his vehicle. It made Jenar take a deep breath and exhale very slowly. He murmured inwardly, ‘ a quiet rest, nggih, Mas. It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?’

Jenar no longer cried, only to comment on the small smile as Yumna who was sitting in front turned her head towards him. Yumna returned her nephew's smile as she said, “tomorrow we go to the same tomb of your mother's father, yes.”

“Insya Alloh, Tan.”

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Life is about leaving and being abandoned. Every human being must have experienced or will experience loss, just how to react to it. Do not let the pain of being left behind by loved ones for ever, it only inhibits our steps to continue living. Let those who have gone to rest quietly on the side of Allah, while those who are still given their lives still have the obligation to continue living.

“Truely can stay at home mom if you want, not too far from campus. From the commute to Magelang-Yogya.” Said Dito after sipping tea from the ceramic cup, then put it back on the table.

“I think so too, but the same father can not.” replied Riani while gently stroking her daughter's head that was falling on the lap.

“Nopo to ora by ki Mas?” (Why, anyway, can't you, Mom?)

“Bulik already sepuh (old), Dit. I can't bear to send Jenar to Bulik, let Jenar in Magelang only. After all, every weekend Jenar teaches tahfidz children there, let all.” kilah Fares.

“Adoh, to, Mas rate Magelang-Yojo.” (Far, right, Mas rates Magelang-Yogya).

“No pa-pa, yes, Dek?” Riani asked without stopping the caress on her daughter's head.

“Iya. No pa-pa, Om. Consider every day Jenar adventurous bus ride Yogya-Magelang.”

Riani and Dito compactly shook their heads. They knew Jenar was grumbling but with figurative language because he never defied the will of the parents. For Jenar, obedience to parental commands is everything.

Towards noon, Reyfan came with a car filled with luggage. He comes alone, drives his own office car, not with his loyal assistant, Hara. One thing that raises the question because usually he was never separated from Hara. Every thing Reyfan does has to have Hara in it.

“Where is it, Rey? Why do you shop by yourself and bring your own car?” Ask Riani. His thick motherly nature makes him always attentive with the slightest thing. Including by the type of presence of Hara with her daughter-in-law.

“Ndon't know, Bun. Semalem nginep in my same hotel, this morning when I woke up his man was gone. Just left the car keys with the grocery note.” replied Reyfan by lowering some of the items he gave to the Dito family.

“So who want to take to the house of Pak Haryo you shop alone, Rey?”

“Neither, heck, Bun. I just take it to the store, Hara already pesen first.”

“You're shopping yourself, can be messed up later. Sing in me must be ora ono sing cetho.” Gerrutu Fares. (which is bought for sure nothing is clear.)

Reyfan grimaced despite not really understanding what his father-in-law said. He helped Dito and Fares arrange the items that will be brought to the house of Mr. Haryo as a hand. It is customary if you visit the home of relatives must bring their hands as a donation.

“Hara may be exhausted, last night she came home last from the funeral.” Obviously Dito who just finished tidying things with Reyfan.

“Oya?” Riani felt pity.

“Pak Haryo yesterday my same story, since before dawn Hara has come to his house to pick up Ghufron. Yesterday was the schedule of spinal cord examination, so must leave early in the morning to be queued early.” Obviously Dito.

“Tuh, Rey. Your assistant is indeed very competent, must be stolen (preserved) have an assistant like Hara. Try if there is no Hara, it is impossible to be well conditioned by yesterday's events. ” Riani intends to praise but simultaneously protest Reyfan's often self-absorbed actions against Hara.

“Iya, Ma'am. I salute you the same Hara, if only I have a daughter who is ready for marriage, I can match up with Hara.”, Dito praised.

“Do not, Om! Nyesel will have a son-in-law like him.”

“What's the reason?”

Reyfan approached, whispering to Dito, “Hara is more of a jerk than me, Om.”

“Masa, anyway?”

Reyfan nodded, “if I have a younger sister and my sister is in love with Hara, I can kill Hara. Don't let them marry.”

“This is you, Rey! Don't judge people from the outside, but look at their hearts as well. Mommy believes Hara is a good person, your feelings are never wrong.” exclaimed Riani disagreed with her daughter-in-law's assessment of Hara. Among them, Reyfan knows best who Hara really is.

“This is why even on ghibahin Hara? When do we leave? Hot hunt, youho.”

Hearing Fares' words everyone turned their heads, realizing that they must immediately prepare to go to Haryo sir's house to serve.

Until there the tent and chairs are still installed in the ruma yard. Wreaths of mourning adorn the front of the house to the shoulder of the road. Many people were seen at the service as well, perhaps distant relatives or friends of Ghufron.

The arrival of Fares family was welcomed by Mr. Haryo and Bu Nuning specifically. Condolences and mutual apologies start the conversation. Mr. Haryo felt overwhelmed by the presence of Fares far from Surabaya to express his sorrow.

“Mechanical enten lepate Ghufron nggih, sir. Nyuwun pangapuntern.” (As if there was one Ghufron, yes, sir. Please forgive.) said Mr. Haryo.

“Mboten enten lepate, Sir. Mugi Ghufron sedo kanthi husnul khotimah, pardoned asoyo dosanipun you are winnowed charity kesaenanipun.” (No harm, sir. May Ghufron die with husnul khotimah, forgiven all his sins, also received his charitable kindness.) replied Fares.

“We are very grateful for all that Mr. Fares and the family did for Ghufron. Especially for Mr. Dito and Nak Hara, starting Ghufron sick to death, there is nothing we can give other than do’a may Alloh repay the kindness with kindness anyway,” do’a sincere from Pak Haryo guaranteed by everyone.

“Aamiin .. equally, Sir. Actually I did nothing, while what was done by Dito, Reyfan and Hara was solely because of the obligation as fellow human beings, which is to help each other.”

"Actually I still can't believe Ghufron died" said Ms. Nuning in a sad tone, "she was in a very good condition. Like the fruit is ripe perfectly, being sweet-sweet eaten. His co-asst duties were smooth, his worship was more diligent, the sunnah fast, the prayers of worshipers in the mosque and his face was also handsome. Still can't believe that he only lasted 10 days since being sentenced to leukemia."

“Although we are not so effective, but I hope we continue to connect friendship, yes, sir. I really fit in well with Mr. Fares's family. If only I had two sons, of course I have asked Jenar to remain my daughter-in-law.” said Pak Haryo seriously.

“Do not like that, Haryo sir, bu Nuning. Insya Alloh we can still connect the friendship rope, even though not as besan.”

“True to play here often, yes. Don't forget us.”

“Insya Alloh, Sir.”

Although still in an atmosphere of grief and a face full of sadness, but the two families who had intended to bind each other now have to mengikhlaskan bond to be released. Ghufron's departure for ever was the cause of the failure of two families to unite. However, that does not mean that the bond between them is completely separated. Muslims all over the world are brothers.

The afternoon pilgrimage ended with a pilgrimage to Ghufron's tomb. It became a heartbreaking thing for Jenar to see the navel of her future husband who was still wet and full of flower petals scattered. However, as he had prepared since yesterday, that is, he had to give the departure of Ghufron.

Jenar, Ghufron and the whole extended family may plan, but still Allah the Supreme determined the plan. Convinced that the scenario of Allah is never wrong, it is always right for every servant. All that can be done by humans is to strive, after which accept destiny patiently and sincerely. Because actually humans are just puppets, there are already puppeteers who determine the destiny of the journey from beginning to end.

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Assalamu'alaikum friends, readers beloved, dearest, terlope-lope ...

May always be in the protection of Alloh SWT given health and smooth sustenance barokah, aamiin.

Apologies profusely, because the schedule up this story is not konsekwen. hehe.

*next, I would like to inform you that for the next month I am taking a writing class and a fiction writing challenge which happens to be the same time. So sorry, for MAMH will be very slow up. *

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Who was curious what the contents of the letter that Ghufron entrusted, hold the curiosity first. It will be answered in the next 2 chapters. 😊

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