Trust & Love

Trust & Love (003)

Tonight is the last night to prepare for Sunday's Ta'lim event tomorrow. All the teenagers of the mosque are busy with their respective duties. Some are tidying up chairs, cleaning the floor, counting money and so on.

Zulfikar as the head of the organizers who was busy giving directions, saw a middle-aged man carrying a banner for his stage decoration.

"Sir lukman, let me just put up the banner." Zulfikar grabbed the banner in his hand but it was directly tepis by the owner.

"Gpp Son, let's just father! it's easy." Mr. Lukman shook his hand.

Before long Zulfikar saw Andre and Farhan was carrying a musholla carpet while grimacing

"Gue Denger from Tika, Naysila is on leave this week." Andre.

"Ehh seriously you Ndre? That means tomorrow he's coming to our show?" Farhan was surprised to be happy not playing, because he had long put his heart on the girl named Naysila, but his love always clapped one hand because Naysila considered Farhan no more than a friend.

"The odds are about 80." Andre Grin.

"Well, I have to move fast." Farhan's getting excited.

"Ndre, Han, abis gotong carpet please help Mr. Lukman put up a banner!" Shouted Zulfikar who broke the chatter of the two.

"Siapp sir bro." Andre and Farhan answered compactly while holding up one hand in a respectful position.

Zulfikar chuckled and turned to the Fathers who were about 50 years old beside him. "Yaudah I live out first sir, I want to see Mr. Ustadz first."

"Ah well son, please."

Zulfikar gave a smile while looking down to pay his respects to the man who often participated in the study of the young man. Although he was half a century old but the man was very eager to follow the study not only with parents his age but he also did not hesitate to follow the events held by young people in his place.

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"Aisha, have you seen your father? She hasn't come home yet?" Hamidah repeatedly glanced at the clock on the wall hoping her husband would come soon. But the night grew, Lukman the husband did not come. Hamidah is worried about his uncle.

"Ais, haven't seen magrib yet, ma'am. Maybe you're at the ceremony, tomorrow there's an event there." Answer Aisyah while pouring dishwashing liquid on the sponge.

"Oh yes, I forgot. But it's too late, your father gets sick often."

"Maybe come home soon, ma'am." Sahut Aisyah then continued the activity of washing the dishes.

Naysila suddenly emerged from the room and picked up a canned drink in the refrigerator, "Jaudah the Ma'am, justin the Father! let him be of any use to live in the world." Naysila downed the pot of drinks in her hand.

"Astagfirullah Naysila, watch your words!" Aisyah who heard her sister comment spicy immediately stopped her activities and switched to holding her mother's shoulder trying to calm down.

"It's really true." Naysila.

"But you don't have the right to speak like that in front of Mom."

Naysila did not answer Aisha's words and chose to leave the two in the position of her mother who tried to restrain Aisyah from replying to Naysila's words again.

"Already, Son! already, let it go! Mom's okay." Hamidah held Aisha's hand.

"But he's gone too far, ma'am." Aisyah was furious with her sister's behavior that had absolutely no change. He always acts without thinking about the feelings of others. Totally immature, thought Aisyah.

"Here, it's okay." Chirp hamidah slowly while patting Aisyah's back hand.

"Ah, Mother also pampered him too much. It would be so, right? arbitrarily." Kesal Aisyah's. His mother and father were indeed too pampering the youngest brother. Naysila eventually grows up to be the son of a dissident.

Just now Aisyah was intending to release her hand from her mother's shoulder suddenly heard a male voice that seemed to sound panicked.

Tok.shock.

"Assalamualaik."

Geck.. Geck.. Tok

"Mrs Hamidah, Assalamualaikum." Say again.

Aisha looked at each other with her mother, "Wa'alaikum salam." Answer the two simultaneously.

Hamidah put his foot down, about to open the door. Name Aisyah swiftly preceded.

"Let Ice open Mom!" Hamidah nodded, Then Hamidah followed Aisyah's footsteps and stopped in the living room, she sat on a chair while waiting for Aisyah and her guests.

A few seconds later, a woman's voice screamed that was none other than Aisyah's voice.

"Astagfirullah Al'adzim, MR." Screeched Ayesha, "Mom, Mother, Mr Ma!" Hamidah immediately stood up and pursued the source of the voice . After arriving at the door, she was in shock instead of playing when she saw her husband's unconscious state with fresh blood flowing in her head.

"Innalillahi Bapak," Hamidah's body suddenly limp, "just take it in. Son, hurry!" hamidah's orders to Zulfiqar and his companions. "Aisha, you call the doctor immediately!"

"Good Mom." Aisyah instantly pulled out the phone in her pocket and typed in a few digits of numbers. While Hamidah was already very panicked to see the state of her husband lying unconscious.

"Bring in here!" Hamidah's orders were followed by nods by some of the teenagers. They quickly laid Lukman's body on the bed.

"What happened to my husband, Andre boy?" Hamidah asked while stroking Lukman's hair.

"Anu ma'am, Anu." Andre stammered. Andre was apparently no less shocked when he saw Lukman covered in blood lying on the floor.

"Sir Lukman fell while putting up the banner at the ma'am council." It was clearly Zulfikar who took over the answer.

"Father's Agence." Hamidah grew hysterical at Zulfikar's reply.

"Why did you let my father do it?" Aisyah who came directly gave that question.

"Zulfikar has banned him but, Mr. Lukman_"

Not yet Andre continued his words suddenly Lukman realized.

"Nay, Naysila. Forgive me, Son!"

Lukman mentioned the name of his youngest son many times while shaking his bloodied head. Hamidah occasionally cleans it with a wet towel.

"Sir, wake up, sir. Don't panic me!" Hamidah was full of worries. His tears kept dripping he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Nay, Naysila."

After twice mentioning the name of his youngest son, Lukman again lost consciousness and made all the more worried for him.

"Yes, God, Father." Hamidah is back hysterical.

"Mom, "Aisha looked at Hamidah while Hamidah only nodded and Aisha left the room.

Shortly thereafter the Doctor with his nurse came and immediately handled Lukman's situation.

"O Allah, the merciful, the merciful. Protect your husband, O Allah!" Pinta Hamidah in his prayer. Hamidah incessantly said do'a hoping that the results of the Doctor's examination were in accordance with his expectations.

Everything that happens is by God's will. So come to him, begging that we can all go through with patience.

ادْعُونِي أَسْتَجِبْ لَكُمْ

"Pray (ask) me, I will grant you". (QS. Al-Mukmin :60