WHEN I MISS PRAYER

Episode 45 - Missing you

"zidan, I'm clearance for today." Asma who immediately ran away.

"ahlan wa sahlan, bang ihsan." Nadia said with a smile.

"thank you, nad." The reply.

"sit down, bang ihsan. Rich guests only." Ledek Nadia melted the atmosphere.

"we are all troubled when bang ihsan and asthma do not exist." Ceplos Shahrul's.

"asthma ? no asthma either ?" Ask Ihsan.

Nadia looked at Syahrul. Syahrul turned towards him then looked at Zidan and looked back at Ihsan.

"mh.."

"answer, rule." Her request.

"Asma did not teach, because she was in a coma. About a week." Reply Syahrul doubtfully.

"comma ?" Ask Ihsan.

"astaghfirullah." Ihsan said while rubbing her face.

"it's fine now, Ihsan. Don't think too much." Nadia said casually, soothingly.

"assalamu'alaikum." Said a man who had just arrived.

"wa'alaikumussalam."

"god, ihsan. You're back." Say Asyam who directly approached ihsan.

"alhamdulillahop. Just yesterday." He answered while hugging Asham.

"that you should stay at my house, we should spend a long night. I miss talking to you." Asyam.

"you're the only one staying at my hostel. My stuff's still there. Tomorrow I want to take care of all the expenses with the boarding house." Clearly with a smile.

"alright." Sahut Asyam with spirit.

"loh, which asthma hasn't come?" Ask Asyam.

"he just got permission for business." Answer Nadia.

"oh yeah, san. There's something I want to say about the letter at the time." Asyam.

"I'm sorry, so very sorry, san. I've made you doubt asthma, I've ruined your relationship with asthma. The letter did not belong to asthma, but to the shahrul who had fallen and I found it when the asthma left the room. So I thought the letter was hers." Obviously Asyam.

"already, I've forgotten all that. I want to start with a new sheet." Ihsan.

"sorry, bang Ihsan. I feel guilty too." Syahrul.

"don't think too much." Follow him with a smile.

"syahrul, later please make a note of the tasks that I have to complete ya." His order.

"well, bang ihsan." Syahrul.

"we teach." Said Ihsan while getting up from his seat.

Ihsan eagerly rushed to teach on his first day after his recovery. Asyam and other friends were also excited and happy to teach together.

There is a heart to be strengthened now. It does not rule out the possibility that the past could greet him in the future. It may not be enough to dry a wet wound in a short time. Memories are still remembered clearly in the mind, twisted just like that when looking at his figure. The pain that he managed to save, now greeted him with pleasure.

If only, the warmth of the husband's embrace can be felt at a time like this. Presence that was wasted when there is, now greatly missed Asthma. Farhan, who some days became the reason for his happy smile, is now greatly missed Asthma. The warm figure of the husband who had not been able to receive it, now Asthma really needs it.

In a spacious room, Asthma still sits on the edge of the mattress while spending tears that still flow down the cheeks. Want to feel like her old self, a strong self, a heart that only knows love for God and her parents.

That afternoon, Asma said goodbye to Father and Mother to return to Farhan's house. Asthma tries to focus her gaze while driving a car. He tried to concentrate so that the feeling in his heart did not control his mind. And ended up safely in Farhan's house.

The room used to feel cold because there was no love in his heart for Farhan. It is now a warm room even though it is occupied alone. The shadows along with Farhan began to appear making a smile on his lips. Asma stepped towards Farhan's closet, looking at the clothes hanging neatly. Partially touched Farhan's colorful clothes. She slowly touched her cheek and kissed him. There are no pictures on the walls of his room. Not even a small picture on the desk existed. Though he really wanted to see Farhan's painting on the wall at this time.

After teaching, Asyam went home with Ihsan on a motorcycle. Misunderstanding that makes them accidentally separated for a long time. Tonight is a night of longing for both friends.

The room that used to be their place to spend the night, spend time worshiping, exchanging thoughts, resting, can now be felt again.

"You're really not mad at me, san ?" Ask for the umpteenth time, while taking off shoes.

"how many times have you asked that ? I'm tired of answering it over and over again." Ihsan replied with a smile, while taking off her cocoon.

"i borrowed your shirt." Asyam.

"take it off." Sahut Ihsan who has been using white T-shirts in cocoa clothes earlier.

Ihsan lay on the bed while waiting for Asham to change clothes. The screen of the mobile phone, photo invitations on behalf of her and Asthma, the wedding dress of Astma, white suits for marriage contracts, room decoration, all still stored.

I saw him when he came out of the bathroom.

"Oh Allah, what is the picture of the preparation of his marriage to Asthma. What if she knew asthma was married to another man." Asyam's whispers in his heart.

"san..." Call her.

"yes..." His mouth while looking.

"mmh.. How are you ? your treatment is going well?" Ask Asyam, divert.

"alhamdulillah, as you can see, I can return among you." Answer Ihsan.

"if I had known, I would have visited you. But at that moment, I was afraid to meet you. Until the day I find out the truth about the letter, I await your arrival." Obviously Asyam.

"can we forget the problems of the past. To be discussed like anything, will not restore time and not change anything." Ihsan.

"what if we're looking for food outside ? long time no eating together while enjoying the night." Asham.

"stomach." Said Ihsan approving happily.

...It felt long enough to lie in a hospital bed, until finally had to leave the homeland just for treatment so that I could recover....

...I miss a lot here, my activities, dinner with my best friend and also the story of my love that I live with....

...May you still be the same, so that I can properly love you completely. Asthma I promise I won't make you sad anymore. I'll find time to meet you and start with a new leaf....

...-ihsan...

"I hope God brings love to my heart for you, so that I can make peace with the past without fear of disturbing me." Asma whispered in her heart while conversing with Farhan on the phone.

-via telephone

Asthma: when do you come home, mas ?

Farhan, I'll go home if you miss me.

asthma (silent)

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