WHEN I MISS PRAYER

Episode 30 - Letter from the Former

A beautiful morning, a beautiful day. Ihsan and the family were ready with the items he would bring to settle while abroad. During the treatment period until Ihsan recovers and can walk normally again. With a heavy heart, he gave up all hope. Recollecting the smile and voice of Asma upon receiving her application in Jogja, recalling her face while ordering the invitation, recalling all the things of joy on Asma's face.

“Again I make you sad. I promise after I finish my treatment, I will marry you and will make you happy, asma.” Ihsan.

Without delay, Asham immediately visited Syahrul in his stall. After discussing with the younger brother yesterday, Asham decided to quickly settle down and find out the owner of the actual letter. It was unexpected that he also met Nadia there. Just one month ago Mr. Shahdan opened a chicken porridge shop when morning and continued to open a chicken pecel shop when afternoon until evening.

“Assalamualaikum.”

“wa’alaikumussalam.”

“bang assyam.” Sapa Nadia's.

“hi, nad. Buy breakfast ?” Ask Asyam.

“iya nih, the same parents asked to buy.” The answer.

“oh yes, mmh if I may ask for a moment there is something I want to talk about.” Asyam.

“mmh. Then I deliver the same parents order first yes, later I return again all breakfast here only.” Nadia.

“ngga troublesome, nad ?” Ask Asyam.

“ngga ko bang assyam.” Answer Nadia.

“pak, if that's what one eats here only. This is the two I brought first yes sir.” Nadia.

“iya, yes please.” Sahut Pak Syahdan while preparing porridge for other customers.

“rul, make me one yes.” Asyam's Message.

“oke, bang.” Sahut Syahrul who was beside his father.

Asma's wedding is getting closer, some invitations have been scattered and all the event equipment has been ordered. In addition to thinking about work, his mind branched out a lot. The marriage and healing of the child become his or her periority at this time. Ustadz Hasan tried many times to discuss with his wife to convince every decision he would take.

Again Farhan appeared before ustadz Hasan this morning. Ustadz Hasan was sitting on the sofa with Mother Zulfah while eating the breakfast that his wife had just bought.

“sorry sir, my mom doctor farhan permission want morning visit.” Said the accompanying Sister.

“iya please.” Sahut Mother Zulfah.

Ustadz Hasan meets Farhan. Farhan felt there was a misunderstanding in ustadz Hasan.

Farhan wore a stethoscope and attached a diaphragm to Asthma's chest and continued to wear gloves to check the pulse in the hand. Slowly lowered Asthma's hand. Until when Farhan reached the fingers of Asthma, his fingers were clasped.

“doctor.”

Farhan hinted by putting the index finger on his lips, so that the sisters would remain silent.

“asma, you heard me ?” Ask Farhan.

Mother Zulfah turned to Farhan and touched Ustadz Hasan's arm.

“father, let's see.” The whisper of Our Lady of Zulfah whose sight could not be separated led to Farhan and Asma.

Mother Zulfah led to approach Farhan's doctor, to see the princess' development. Ustadz Hasan followed with anxious and happy feelings.

“ada developments, his hand grasps my hand.” Said Farhan while showing Asthma parents.

“asma..”

Not only did Farhan's doctor finish his words, Asma took off Farhan's fingers. Doctor Farhan took off his gloves, then faced Ustadz Hasan and Mommy Zulfah.

“we see the future development. At least until now Asthma showed progress in her level of consciousness.” Farhan.

“thank you, doctor.” Said Mother Zulfah who looked happy until decorated by tears.

“i'm sorry to go out, sir, bu.” Farhan.

“thank you doctor.” Ustadz Hasan.

Asham, Syahrul and Nadia had gathered at the same table. They still eat their own breakfast. With the exception of Syahrul who only sips warm sweet tea.

“I'm not bothering you right, rule ?” Ask Asyam while looking around.

“ngga, bang. Again no customers as well, already served all.” Reply Syahrul.

Asham finished his breakfast. Only Nadia who is still cool to play a spoon in her bowl.

“i started it's okay ya.” Syringe followed by drinking mineral water.

“so here. I have a problem with asthma because of something. And it all happened because of an object that I found in the secretariat room when we cleaned the souvenirs from ka silvi.” Obviously Asyam.

“iya. You know what ? that's your letter ?” Asyam asked back.

“bukan.” Nadia answered while bribing a spoonful of porridge.

“means have you, rule ?” Ask Asyam.

“can I see the letter, bang ?” Pinta Syahrul's.

“that's him, rul. The letter is in asma.” Asyam.

“so yesterday asthma already talked about it with brother ?” Ask Nadia.

“iya, before he picked up the phone we briefly discussed the letter and asthma asked for it.” Obviously Asyam.

“I didn't think brother could be that reckless.” Nadia said with a brush.

“bang, how is the contents of the letter ? or maybe there is a special sign ?” Ask Syahrul, divert.

“iya, no. There is letter A connect at the bottom of the letter.” Answer Asham.

“seems like it was indeed my letter bang. I haven't read it yet and the letter is gone.” It was clearly Syahrul who made Nadia lower her spoon to the bowl.

“really it's yours, rul ?” Ask Asyam.

“iya, bang. The letter was from my ex.” Reply Syahrul who made Nadia choke when she just took a sip of water.

“nad.” Said Syahrul who looked panicked.

“it’s okey.” Said Nadia who was still a little coughing and wiped her mouth with tissue.

“according to you guys what should I do and start from where?” Ask Asyam.

“maybe met asthma first we just met bang ihsan. You see, Ihsan also has long not appeared in the mosque.” Syahrul.

“Asma coma in hospital.” Nadia.

“apa ?” Say Syahrul and Asham together.

“you're serious, nad ? asthma coma ?” Ask Syahrul who still does not believe.

“according to you I'm kidding ?” Nadia asked back loudly.

“which hospital, nad ?” Ask Asyam.

“a ayana syifa hospital.” Answer Nadia.

“ayo we look at each other.” Syahrul.

“I'm not sure he can be visited by many people.” Nadia.

“representation or maybe alternating.” Sahut Asham's.

“set it bang, later I try permission same mother zulfah.” Nadia.

“i first yes. Assalamu’alaikum.” Nadia immediately left.

“wa’alaikumussalam.”

“oh, yes bang asyam.” Nadia's back.

"yes.."

“thank you for breakfast.” Nadia.

“iya equally, nad.” Answer Asham.

I don't know why his mood has changed. The feeling of annoyance and tightness in the chest, this was the first time he felt. It seemed that the thumping of friends who had betrothed him to Syahrul had entered his heart. Every word he had once ignored, had now poisoned his heart unintentionally.

“this feeling is more crowded than when you look for it. Means letter initialed A it.. ainun.” Nadia whispered in her heart as she reached her room.

Nadia looked at the photo she was displaying on the table. Photo with members of ReMas. He looked at the picture of Syahrul even deeper until finally turning to the girl with a blue hood in the photo.

“asma, quickly come to your senses and help me awaken my heart.” Said Nadia who immediately hugged the photo until she shed tears.

“Yes Allah if there is this longing then there are also other longings. Wake up my asthma because I miss it. Because we miss him, because we need him.” The ink in the heart.

Seriate......