Want a Life of Heaven

195. Losing after a loss.

Farewell is real, even if you want otherwise.

But life is a show, all there mortal and fake

Every sorrow is a decoration, every happiness is a test.

All will pass, until time passes and sorrow feels short time.

Because the love of grief changes according to the scenario, the,

Then hold on until the injured self improves and is ready to fight again.

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That night it felt different, as if the empty heart was drawn into an unpleasant dark eye, and a piercing cold forced its way in even though the body was wrapped in warm clothes.

Agnia quietly sighed, looking towards the window. Akmal told him to sleep all the way, but until dawn and soon arrived at his destination he could not close his eyes. Drowsy but unable to fall asleep, his body tired but not enough reason to be able to sleep. Even the glittering views of the city along the way that he usually likes, now not quite entertaining.

The car had just entered a small rural street, two cars that drove along it like a ray between the dark that extended inexhaustibly. Akmal turned to Agnia as soon as they were free from the busy and speedy highway, smiling faintly as he reached out stroking the top of his hood-covered fist.

Agnia looked over, smiling briefly. Grabbed her husband's hand for him to kiss.

"Be ready soon." said Akmal.

"Hem.. Thanks.."

"Don't thank you, I want to see Grandma too. We pray that grandma is good, can recover, can gather and laugh again with us.. "

"Hem.." Agnia nodded.

"But the most important thing is to do the best. Whatever your destiny may be, don't be sad. Ma'am has to be stronger than anyone, huh?"

Agnia once again nodded, smiling faintly.

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The sad news was echoed, echoed in each mosque of each village. This is real. Normal ears hear it understated directly. Agnia saw that fear was real, I saw the news of grief first greet them compared to the warm embrace of the grandmother.

Yes, that old body has lost its life.

Tolehan Agnia immediately Akmal returned his grasp, just before getting out of the car. Who'd have thought? Akmal, who had only known the old woman for a few months, also felt a deep sense of loss. What's more Agnia is also a whole big family.

Khopipah did not enter immediately, as soon as he saw some neighbors had gathered in the funeral home. She waited for Agnia to get out of the car, no matter what happened she promised to hold her daughter's hand.

"Newly." replied the relative who accompanied until the last second, when asked exactly when someone who was stiffened turned away.

The sign is indeed when they are on the way, Agnia tried not to cry.after all this is one of the sorrows on the journey of life that she realized would pass now or later, anyway, he cannot be disappointed or sad.

The day was still clear, as the grandmother stroked the top of her head and said advice. Saying how she wanted to meet her great-granddaughter soon from him, Agnia sighed heavily remembering that. God is all good, it turns out that the grandmother will indeed meet her great-grandchild. Maybe already, the two people who left may have been together.

Luckily Agnia had given a last kiss on the lifeless body, no less anything, she resignedly accepted the reality of herself who met the grandmother in this condition. Sincerely, it turned out to be that easy to present. In fact his heart was relieved, because his grandmother was called in good condition.

Very good, that impression that all can. Until there are no complaints and worries, all the best. Walk according to destiny, and may do'ana, do'a they all arrive to ask for the best place for someone dear.

Agnia nodded, kissing her husband's back briefly. He was sitting on the terrace at that time, watching the motorcade of keranda that extends to the mosque.

"Grandma's a good man, meritorious, Ma'am don't worry.."

"Yes." Yeah." Agnia finally smiled, that was also what she repeatedly whispered in her heart. Until I feel like I don't have to worry. Because the cold ground floor in the grave will not be felt because God warms with his will, quiet will not be felt for charity throughout life as his friend, the dark will not be seen for goodness and the recitation of the Qur'an will be its light.

The saddest was Yesa, unable to return home from the cottage at all. Unlike Agnia who can force the husband, Yesa can not because of the rules. Now Agnia is calming the weeping Yesa in a video call.

"I can't go home, Ma'am." repeated Yesa, affirming the same thing over and over again. "Say, if I go home I won't change anything, but I will.."

"Bak knows, Yesa.. But for you, obeying the rules is more mandatory now. So do'ain from there, huh?"

Yesa was still as excited, clearly losing the grandmother she met every day while at home. But how the girl will grow and become strong if not given a valuable lesson.

Farewell in the world is simple, though sad. If Allah so wills, all will meet in the Hereafter. The same for Yesa, who as strong as possible must be and demanded rigidly.

"Yaudah, Ma'am, I still have to pay."

"Yes, the spirit. If you're not feeling well don't force it, Hem?"

"Yes." Yeah."

The moment the call was interrupted, Agnia was filled. See how Yesa could not go home because of the demands she was forcing to leave even though it was forbidden for good. The breath he took, it was really embarrassing on the other side. Nothing will change whether he leaves or not. The main thing he was there could do nothing but stay at home and tidy up everything.

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Unable to even see her grandmother buried, Agnia now sat pensively aware of the futility of coming there. His intention was good to see the grandmother last time, but Hafidz's response was so unpleasant.

When discussing Yesa who could not go home because nothing would change even if he returned, Hafidz thinly offended Agnia. Akmal could see Agnia's face turning uncomfortable after Hafidz said so, even though his wife was in a bad condition and mood.

"That's why I told you not to come. You're sick, what are you doing here anyway? you didn't squeal or go to the funeral."

Agnia sighed softly, nodding softly. "I go to the room first, Mas.." he said in front of everyone, then went to the room where he rested.

Akmal's tailing, permission on all to see his wife. Agnia is not alone, even though she looks very strong and strong.

Sure enough, his cry broke.cries that did not even come out when losing the baby as well as when the body of the grandmother was stiffened in front of him. But now those detained are finally forcing their way out as well.

Not saying anything, because what Agnia needed was not a soothing speech. Akmal looked at his wife fixedly, facing the face to look at her while stroking the withered shoulder until Agnia herself came into his embrace.

Akmal gave the warmest hug, providing his shoulders a backrest. Preparing himself to be the place where crying breaks, he will not complain or forbid. Sometimes you need to cry to calm down.

"Father, take it out." whispered Akmal, after a brief peek of Agnia's cheek. For a while later, it remained in such a position that Agnia's cries subsided by itself. Akmal could not do anything to show that if he understood and did not protest his wife's desire to come, he could only give time until she felt better, also give a place so that his wife can be comfortable issuing complaints.