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...From Abdullah bin Ja’far radhiyallahu ‘anhu's best friend, Nabi shallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam said,...

...اصْنَعُوا لِآلِ جَعْفَرٍ طَعَامًا فَإِنَّهُ قَدْ أَتَاهُمْ أَمْرٌ شَغَلَهُمْ...

...“Make food for the Ja’far family! Verily, the things that concern them come to them.” (CHR. Abu Dawud. 3132, Tirmidhi no. 998, Ibn Majah. 1610, Ahmad 3:280, rated hasan by Al-Albani)...

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The sense of loss still hangs at home in everyone's heart, my eyes and imperfect smiles being an incontrovertible explanation of the sadness of loss itself.

Agnia approached the aunt, bringing her a plate of rice and side dishes this morning. Yesa's mother was certainly the most lost, the figure she met every day, she served, she also asked her advice before deciding everything, now the most important figure is gone. Agnia knew very well the taste, until in the busyness of the many relatives who came to visit even the woman forgot to meet her own needs.

"Auntie.."

"Hem?" the woman turned her head, staring until Agnia was sitting next to her.

"Breakfast first.."

"Yes, later. You go first."

"But I brought it for Auntie."

The woman who looked very tired sighed, there was no choice but to accept the affection in the form of a lump of rice from the nephew. For the sake of Agnia, smiled faintly while receiving the sodoran. "Jude, Auntie, thank you. Thanks, hon.."

"Hem.."

The mourners were still coming, Agnia immediately gestured for the Aunt to continue eating her. Once there are guests, quickly replace temporarily. There was a mother with him anyway.

Sunnatullah, everything has been arranged in such a way in Islam. Beautiful and amazing what exemplified the Prophet. For all that is in the apostle is revelation, pure coming from God.

No exception takjiyah, or mourning a grieving family was arranged so in detail. There is a sahih hadith which states that. It is intended to strengthen brotherhood between fellow Muslims, comforting grieving families with dishes as well as pleasant sentences as sympathy and empathy. So are Muslims, who are like one body. When one other pain comes along.

One thing that escapes all vision, that the extent to which a powerful Agnia passes through this while she also just lost. It is not simple to lose a coveted fetus, a dream that has been painted even a shadow of the future that seems to have been seen before the eyes, must be extinct because of His powerful destiny. The woman looked tough, it did not matter when some people asked about her miscarriage. Doesn't look offended or sad.

Hafidz who had just come out of the room stood in front of the door with a thin thin full, half do not accept defeat, he said, still maintaining his self that felt not wrong despite consciously having spoken without thinking about the feelings of the younger brother. Helaan came out of his mouth, he who was selfish and stubborn now somehow felt the need to apologize.

Agnia briefly captures the figure of Hafidz, although still upset and repeatedly tells her husband that he will not talk to the man before being asked first, but he just got up and approached. Asked even with a lazy tone, still could not cover his attention. "Have breakfast?"

"Not yet."

"Yaudah, I call Akbar Akmal. You're having breakfast together."

"Mas not laper.."

"Either should eat, though not." cut Agnia, giving a brief glance. All grieving, but that does not mean all who are not busy must also forget to eat. It soon passed after, leaving Hafidz who was sighing long.

The two people who usually get along the most, who almost never have a conflict, are now in a rare situation. Agnia was very upset, expecting an apology from her brother which was obviously impossible. The stubborn man was the most unruly and unwilling to lose. In contrast to Akbar who looks careless but is actually soft and always gives in to his older sister as well as his mother.

Hafidz gave his lips short, should he feel guilty? What was the reason for his little sister's obvious concern, so he had to give up and apologize?

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The call seemed to have just ended, Akmal turned towards the door as soon as it opened. Smiling and opening her arms, as a signal for Agnia to enter her arms.

"Who?" agnia asked, taking off the husband's short hug.

"Mother."

"Emh. is indeed a favorite child." said Agnia accompanied by a wry smile.

"Mbak is wrong, Mother is not asking me news.. Mother asked about her favorite daughter-in-law."

"What's he saying?"

"Mother ask when we're back."

"What do you say?"

"I said tomorrow."

"Truly tomorrow?"

"Yes. Mommy wanna come?"

"Hem?" Agnia frowned briefly, replaced with a gaze of protest. "Come dong.. Why is it that way? Want to leave me here again?"

"Not." Akmal chuckled at the stare of protest that was palpable from Agnia's face after a long time, pinching the wife's cheek dearly. "Just in case you're still here."

"Kos? At home it's where we can be together. If you go home, I also go home" said Agnia, still delicately. "I can't help here much, I can't even go to Grandma's grave. So I better get home."

"Hem.." Akmal nodded in agreement, grinning widely trying to divert the chatter about the sad news. Embracing Agnia tightly "After all we can not be far away, so be spit.."

"Pet what?" agnia asked without blinking, not not understanding but about to be continued with scolding.

"Yes fill it again." Akmal replied casually, unafraid of Agnia's warning gaze at this time. Obviously the answer provoked a hard pinch from the wife, a merciless pinch that was not soft.

"sickness.." Akmal held back Agnia's hand, contrasting her unfortunate pinch on her previous wife. "His teeth are not dear at all." he protested.

"Yes, talk about content. Just new people.."

"Why? Don't want to get pregnant again?"

Agnia nodded without hesitation, then smiled indistinctly. Makes Akmal smile at him. "A person's mind can change, and now I want us both first. Try a lot of things we haven't tried, go to places we haven't been able to go. And. I have a lot of lists of things I haven't been able to finish before we got married."

"What?"

"much. One of them, I haven't finished my writing. And. and.." Agnia was suddenly enthusiastic. "I want to continue fidgeting, and occasionally fill out more studies. Can you?"

Akmal smiled, happy to see the happy rise on the wife's face. Countless warm feelings filled his heart, bursting to fill the gap created from his guilt. His hands extended stroked the head of the wife who was covered in a headscarf. "By dong, why not. We use the opportunities God gives us well."

"Yes.." Agnia nodded, smiled and welcomed Akmal's warm kiss to her forehead.