WHEN I MISS PRAYER

Episode 81 - News of Grief

Mentari mornings in the city of Jakarta say hello. He realized it had returned to his daily life. Salwa, who still wants to drift away in a dream must accept reality to recall Asyam's statement the other day.

A statement that makes him anxious, because confused what to behave like if he had to deal with Asyam. The question word was getting more and more in his mind. What Asyam will ask him, must give answers like what when asked, what treatment will Asyam give to him, and so forth.

Salwa braced herself to get out of the house. Salwa planned to make a report in the secretariat room, in order to divert her mind from Asham.

"uh. mba salwa. Where are you going ?" Asked Liya who was sweeping the courtyard.

"go to the mosque." The answer.

"grandpa.. The book you borrowed was put where ?" Shouted Asham while walking out.

"salwa.." Sapanya, shocked when he saw the salwa.

"i go first, assalamu'alaikum." Salwa.

"wa'alaikumussalam."

"mas must be making trouble again yes with mba salwa ?" Accuse Liya.

"soon." The answer.

"that, mba salwa immediately escaped when mas came." Say again.

"yes. mmh. mas don't know." The reply.

"so where's the mas book ?" Ask Asyam.

"in liya's room, study desk." The answer.

Asham went back into the house and picked up the book.

"deck, we're leaving first." Asyam said.

"assalamu'alaikum." Shouted Asyam while running small.

"wa'alaikumussalam." Answer Liya.

"what the hell is it ? sampe hastily so." Liya's whispered back continued sweeping through the courtyard.

Asyam tried to follow the steps of Salwa who had entered the courtyard of the mosque. The heart wants to stay close and watch. Salwa, who felt the sound of footsteps behind her, became uncomfortable. Since the road earlier to enter the mosque courtyard, the move was like following him.

Wanted to look, but it felt ashamed. Wanting to continue but feeling restless. Despite entering the courtyard of the mosque, fear still appears in the chest. Forced, he stopped his steps and allowed someone behind him to precede him. But apparently, no one passed by beside him.

"Why ? Is there anything left behind ?" Ask someone from behind.

Feeling familiar with his voice, Salwa immediately turned her back.

"why is it behind me ?" Salwa asked, annoyed.

"i want to go to the mosque. It just so happened to meet you on the street, and I'm not very good at finding you." Obviously Asyam.

For the first time Salwa showed her cynical smile to Asham.

"There's no coincidence, bang."

Salwa breathed and let go.

"please don't bother me for a few days. Don't show up in front of me intentionally. Don't even look for something that's dealing with me." It was Salwa who left him.

Asyam's clear sky seemed suddenly cloudy, black clouds began to appear blocking the light today. The feeling of happiness along the way seemed to fade with the attitude of his beloved girl.

Well, maybe he should be more patient with Salwa. Women who have been hurt by it.

"Hey.." Sapa Ihsan while patting Asham on the shoulder.

"self in the middle of the road ?" Ask Ihsan.

"ngga."

"come in." Bring Asyam.

"I have business with Nadia later. Stay with me." Ihsan.

"okay."

Ihsan and Asyam chatted in the back yard while waiting for Nadia to come. And in the end, unbeknownst to him and accidentally Asham appeared before Salwa. It turned out that Ihsan's meeting wasn't just with Nadia. In the hall of the Mosque, they sat facing each other.

"san. Sorry, I forgot to have business." Asyam.

"loh, all of a sudden ?" Ask Ihsan.

"not. I forgot." The answer.

"sorry, yeah." He said directly leaving.

For the time being, Asham relented to calm Salwa back into a friendship with her.

"that, please prepare a meeting agenda for three more days. We will have an evaluation as well as discuss about other people who want to join." Ihsan.

"that's it ?" Ask Nadia.

"yes."

"bang ihsan can tell you through a message. Why do I have to ask me to come here anyway ?" Nadia.

"that problem... "

"bang ichsan ? why the issue remains to be discussed. We don't have anyone to agree that he's joining here." Salwa Resolute.

"salvah. However, we still have to negotiate. Whatever the outcome." Ihsan.

"just watch if anyone agrees to join. I really don't like his attitude." Salwa Mumbles.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Saying the woman who came.

"Assha." Salwa.

"wa'alaikumussalam."

"are you crying ?" Nadia asked embracing as Asma sat beside her.

"i'm nothin." Asthma Vocabulary.

"om lace.."

"i mean, the father ainun."

"his father ainun, died. Today." today." The Asma who was crying broke again.

"innalillahi wa innailaihi rooji'uun"

"jas. I told the others first, anyone who can join takziyah." Said Ihsan who immediately pulled out the phone and left.

After waiting a few minutes. Zidan, Syahrul, Liya and Asyam came back. Ihsan, Asma, Salwa and Nadia had been waiting in the courtyard of the Mosque.

"others can't come ?" Ask Ihsan.

"it looks like, bang." Reply Syahrul.

"Asma take the car ?" Ask Ihsan.

"yes. There's a farhan driving." Answer Asma.

"jas. Salwa, Nadia and Liya join the car asthma." Ihsan.

"you brought a motorbike, sham." Ask Ihsan.

"no."

"you're the same me. Zidan with shahrul." Ihsan.

They also headed for Ainun's house. The Asthma feeling at that moment was shattered, very sad. Om Renda, is a good papah figure who has been close to him. A friendly and friendly figure when he visits his house. The figure of a father who advised a lot to be a good friend of his daughter and guide his daughter not to return back to a dark time.

"honey, don't cry anymore." Said Farhan while holding Asthma's hand.

"i still can't believe it, Mom. I never got any news from anyone about his papa. Then suddenly, once I got the news. That's sad news." Clear Asthma.

"how am I not surprised ? he's a good man, always cheerful whenever I see him." Smoke removes tears.

"ko I don't feel good. I hope nothing happens." Nadia's whisper in her heart.

Arriving at the funeral home. Asthma immediately leads the way to meet Ainun and the family. Ainun who saw Asma immediately ran over and hugged her. The sobbing became more and more the moment the two met.

"asma. papa. I'm wrong.." Ainun.

For the first time Asma was speechless. Because he felt the pain of loss. I want to be patient, but my heart is not ready. Strengthening it, of course, at this time is very weak.

No one can easily accept the passing of someone who has lived together for a long time. Even when you have to be forced to. Sincere words thrown from the mouth are not in line with the sincerity of his heart. It takes time and clarity of mind to align the clarity of his heart. For her comfortable return.

In the midst of prayer together and about to say goodbye, in front of the body of the father, Ainun exercised his heart to get one of the people he had in his heart.

"bang assyam." Call ainun, come closer.

"want to marry me ?" Ainun.

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