Watching You With Do'A

Chapter.17: It's Like Dejavu,,,

Aida was speechless, the girl was confused.Blessings or calamities were news that she had just heard from the mouth of Retno and her son.

"Sir, we don't force you to answer now, think about it first, you have time last night to make a decision" Retno said, awakening Aida from her daydreams.

"Come ma'am, Aida will consider," Aida replied, in her lackluster voice.

And that night Aida was really unable to close her eyes, Aida who was still accompanied by Retno maam after the Maghrib last night Ryan said back home.. the end of her mother left her in the middle-aged woman, after seeing her mother Retno also did not close her eyes, "mum, ask for a moment's leave.. Aida's going to the musholla" Aida's pinta politely.

Ms. Retno nodded, "yes nduk, please," Retno replied.

Aida walked towards the hospital musholla which was not too far from the mother's room, and happened to be in the musholla was no one else because the time showed almost midnight.

Immediately Aida took ablution water, and then Aida performed the prayer isya' that had not been done earlier because Aida was dizzy thinking about what steps she should take.

After praying Isya', Aida stood up again to perform Istikharoh prayers... Aida wants to ask God for guidance, so that he will be given enlightenment and steadfastness in making decisions later.

After the greeting, the beautiful girl turned her hands to the sky and solemnly prayed.

Aida had been praying for a long time, and because her body was also tired because of the heavy burden she carried herself, Aida then dropped down on her prayer mat and fell asleep there.

Half an hour passed, and Aida squirmed.. Aida began to open her eyes and scan around, "Oh Allah, her likeness I overslept in musholla," murmured Aida.

Aida recalled her brief dream just now, and the girl then took a deep breath to take in a lot of oxygen to fill her lung cavity which felt tight as if out of breath. Aida held her breath for a while, then blew her out forcefully.. Aida wanted to throw away all the heavy burden that was on her mind.

"Yes, Allah.Maybe this be Your answer to the problem that I am currently facing? Servant willing, O Allah, the most important thing today for the servant, mother can be healed soon and we can be as soon as she returns home." Lirih Aida, as if speaking to the Almighty.

"I can't think of Umar anymore, but he's getting married too? I have to focus on my recovery, even if I have to marry Ryan. Bismillah, may this be the best way for us" Aida monologued in silence, and then immediately removed her mucus.

After wearing her hijab back, and tidying her face and prayer mats, Aida left the musholla with lighter steps.

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Meanwhile, in the holy land, right in the hotel where the family kyai Abdullah rested. Laila looks tangled staring at the screen of her phone, and keeps trying to dial someone's number.

"Da, where have you been, from yesterday contacted why can't you?! Chat from me you read, but none of you reply.Why Da? What happened to you and Aunt Aini Da??" Laila spoke with her phone screen still on.

Aida's best friend was unsettled, and worried that something bad had happened to Aida and her mother.

While in the other room, Gus Umar was also struck by great anxiety. Suddenly he felt his body limp, and his heart pounding. Her memory continues to be on Aida, the beautiful girl she always calls her name in every do'a that she skylines. "What's wrong with you, brother? Are you all right?" Ask Gus Umar, who was addressed to whom.

Gus Umar looks like he does not know at all, that his wedding day was determined by the grandfather and his best friend. Even his wedding invitation with ning Zahra, has also been spread to relatives, relatives and friends.

With a definite step, Umar walked towards the room of the brother. Gus Umar knocked on the door of the room occupied by his brother and his umi slowly, tock, tock, tock, tok,, tok, to,,

The sound of the door opening from the inside, peklek.. "gus, what's wrong?" Asked nyai Robi'ah, as soon as he saw his son already standing in front of the door of his room.

"Sorry Umi, does it exist?" Tanya gus Umar while circulating his gaze into his room abah and umi from the doorway.

"What's gus?" Ask Abah from inside the room, who heard the son mention her.

"Umi, can Umar talk alone with you?" Pinta gus Umar with a pleading gaze at the umi.

Nyai Robi'ah frowned, and a second later nodded. "Umi will wait in Laila's ning room," nyai told Robi'ah and then immediately passed leaving her room.

"Come in," said the brother, who was curious about the purpose of Umar.

Gus Umar went into the room where his parents were staying, and then sat on a minimalist sofa in the corner of the room.

"What's gus? Like it's very important?" Ask kyai Abdullah, after he also sat on the sofa.

Gus Umar sighed softly, "sorry abah, this is about the betrothal of Umar and ning Zahra," replied Umar slowly.

Kyai Abdullah frowned, "what's up? Keep your eyes on me?" Pinta kyai Abdullah looks at his son.

"Once again Umar apologized abah, if what Umar until later did not deign in the heart abah. "for a moment gus Umar stopped his speech, the handsome young man breathed his rough. "Truely, Umar already likes someone, and he is Aida," continued Umar while looking down, he did not dare to look at his brother, the old man who was highly respected was disappointed.

Kyai Abdullah looked very surprised, and kyai with her shady netra was looking at her son with a difficult gaze to interpret. Many times kyai Abdullah took a deep breath and blew his breath slowly, as if there was a heavy burden hidden all along.

"Why should this story repeat to my son God, why? I couldn't fight for Aini until I asked Dahlan, my best friend, to take care of her, but Dahlan gave up and lost her illness, and she left Aini and her little daughter."

"I would be very happy, if my son could take care of his daughter Aini? While the wedding date of the two of them has been determined by the elders, and the wedding invitation of the two of them has even been spread?" Kyai Abdullah monologued in silence, his gaze turning wistfully at his son.

Kyai Abdullah can feel what his son is feeling right now, because it was felt twenty-five years ago, "it's like dejavu," murmured kyai Abdullah in heart.

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