WHEN I MISS PRAYER
Episode 44 - Return
Welcome back to the morning today. The clear weather and the cool breeze greeted the two friends who again talked at home while enjoying a warm cup of tea.
The wound may still be visible, the pain may still be felt. But life must go on even though the wound has greeted. A broken heart is not always the end of a love story.
Although not completely healed, but at least the heart becomes better. There is nothing more than having a friend who cares as much as he does. Asthma always presents calmness in the midst of restlessness and anxiety. It feels comfortable with him making friends want to linger with him.
"you know, I've failed to get married. Wounded, that must be. Although I haven't really loved, at least I must have prepared my heart to learn to love, at that." Asthma Vocabulary.
"how can you accept all that ?" Ask Salwa.
"I believe in God's destiny. I learned to be sincere in all his decisions. I realized I was just a planner. And I believe that whatever God has destined for me, it is the best that He has ever said. I just need to be sincere so I can see how good destiny is for me." Clear Asthma.
"it feels so easy for you, asthma." Reply Salwa.
Asthma smiled, heard it.
"i've also felt disappointed, never felt failed, ever felt. We must have felt it, Salwa. Although in a different story." Her speech.
"may I be honest ?" Ask Asma.
"yes.."
"i used to put my heart on a big bang. I feel like there's something different about meeting or interacting with him."
"seriously ? keep ?" Ask Salwa curiously.
"until one day, a man came to propose to me. But not him. And until I finally realized you liked him and until I accidentally met him who was talking to someone in the past." Clear Asthma.
"everything goes like that, flows like water. Allah has opened a way for me to be sure to accept my proposal." Further.
"salvah. One cannot see how good God's plan is for us, when one cannot accept God's destiny with sincerity. He will not be able to take lessons from the events that befall him, will not be able to feel how good the current provisions are for him." Clear Asthma.
Salwa looks gloomy, still looks sadness on her face.
"you just need time, sal. As long as you try, don't drift in your grief." Smile with a smile while stroking Salwa's arm.
"i'll try, asthma." The reply.
Asma returns to Farhan's house by driving her own car. With a happy heart, he brought fruit to his two in-laws. Asma wants to be close and get to know her in-laws who are now on vacation from their duties.
Papa Hanif, who was reading a book in the living room accompanied by Mama Fara, was happy to welcome his daughter-in-law home. Closing the book and giving a smile to Asthma. Mama Fara immediately stood up and approached Asma.
"assalamu'alaikum, ma, pa." Asthma Vocabulary.
"wa'alaikumussalam."
"repot bring the crumbs." Mama Fara said while embracing Asthma.
"nothing, mah. Make a snack." Sahut Asthma.
"Asma taro in the kitchen." Smell directly into the kitchen.
Asthma returns with a plate of apples and a knife to cut. Asma sat next to Mama Fara opposite Papa Hanif.
"your tasks are done there ?" Ask Mama Fara.
"alhamdulillah, it's partly, ma." He answered while cutting the apple.
"what is the holiday until when ?" Ask Asma.
"the day after tomorrow has come in again." The answer.
"tomorrow we go for a walk, we eat out." Take Papa with joy.
Asthma smiled happily.
"can." Legally.
"yuk, mommy has also been absent for a long time not traveling equally papa." Mama Fara.
"asma bother dong ?" Asthma LEDEK.
"ngga dong, baby. Just as you let the streets get more exciting. You see papa is not cool if invited to shop." Ledek Mama Fara's.
Asthma just laughed at hearing it.
Afternoon is the time that students look forward to teaching. Meet with friends and teachers they care about. When people are tired after work, the afternoon becomes a vibrant time for them to be able to meet with friends, not just to play but to enjoy a happy time while studying together.
Some santri enjoy snacks in the afternoon before entering teaching time. There are also those who love to tell stories or play together. Men with men, women with women. They know the limits they need to keep.
Asthma watched from the balcony of the secretariat room. The students who still enjoy childhood and adolescence, are still free from the complexity of heart problems.
Suddenly, a familiar car entered the courtyard. The open door let out a foot with a mountain, typical of someone. His heart felt tight, his eyes glazed as he found his figure clearly visible when he got out of the car.
His breathing was drawn long as he smiled happily as the sons and daughters welcomed his presence. His chest was getting tighter, heavy to breathe. Tears began to drip suddenly, falling down on cheeks. He fell on the floor while pressing his chest. Retracts the breath, slowly trying to find the doorknob to open.
He managed to get in, while trying to get to his desk and swearing under the table. His hand reached up to the table to find tissue. The crying became more and more, the tears that could not be held back, flowing just like that. Many times he was rubbed with tissue, before anyone entered the room and found himself. Asthma tries to control herself to calm down.
Tok...
The sound of the door made him startled, the more clearly the doorknob moved along with the open door.
"assalamu'alaikum.." A girl's voice was clear.
Asthma recognizes her voice and instantly, reveals herself.
"astaghfirulag. Asthma, you're just surprised." Her speech.
"wa'alaikumussalam."
"what's the matter ?" Asked Nadia who went straight to him and put the file she was carrying.
Asma hugs Nadia who knows the twists and turns of her love story.
"istighfar, asthma." Nadia said, her tears flowed unstoppably again.
"i have to go, nad. I'm not ready to meet him." Clear Asthma.
"late, asthma. Even if you leave now, you will still meet him." Nadia.
Syahrul entered the secretariat room happily, followed by Zidan who accompanied someone.
"asma. nadia. look who's coming." Say Syahrul happily.
The look on his face changed when he found sadness on Asma's face. Syahrul suddenly remembered many things that happened to Asthma.
"sorry, asthma." Her speech.
Zidan and Ihsan were just looking for Asthma who was still trying to hold back her tears. He felt back to his chest. The pain he had stored for a long time was felt again, like going back to that time.
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...it's hard for me to breathe...
...many things I want to explain...
...though with word limitations.....
...Armed with determination and stability of the soul.....
...can all go back as it was.....
...when the jokes and laughter echo...
...becoming a space between us......
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........Seriate........
