With you, my Imam
EXTRA PARTS
...Surely the name and the self will always be together in the world, but if they are gone, the name will remain, while the self will go away. Just like dusk, his light was gone but his name would remain...
...Quote by: Sifani Andini...
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Hanan continued to embrace and kiss the face of his wife who was already very limp and had become a corpse. Rain bears witness to Hanan and Jinan's last love in the world. The water that now soaked Hanan's body and Jinan's body did not make Hanan cold in the slightest.
"Hanans.... Okay, kid, now we're taking Jinan to the hospital for follow-up, baby." Said mama Ais who just arrived.
Mama Hanan and her father Hanan had intended to come today to take part in the inauguration of Hanan and Jinan's new restaurant. But when she arrived, her mother and father Hanan were surprised by the bad news.
Mama Ais, Hanan's mother immediately met Jinan's mother and father who had been sitting limp on the terrace of the mosque. They had absolutely no power to approach his daughter's body lying in the middle of the road. Only Hanan is currently next to Jinan's body.
"Sir Hanan! Let's take Jinan to the hospital." Andri.
Finally, with his heart still broken, Hanan himself was the one who put Jinan's body into the ambulance to follow up.
Until the hospital, the hospital immediately took action. Starting from taking care of Jinan's body to the process of cremation and compassion. However, the hospital asked the family to take over in the cremation process and pardon.
Once the cremation and pardoning process is complete. Jinan's body was taken to a nearby mosque to be sholated. After being sholated, Jinan's body was taken to the cemetery.
Tears and heartbreak accompany the journey to the final resting place of Jinan. Hanan also couldn't stop crying. Especially with Jinan. I kept hugging my mother to calm my mother.
Tifa. Now the face of the girl whose age distance with Jinan is not much different, already looks very grim and dull. Tifa also looked like a dazed person. Naturally, because the figure of Jinan means a lot in Tifa's life. Not just as a brother, but as a friend.
Tifa walked with a dazed face while being led by her mother Hanan. While Hanan was walking beside his papa.
After the funeral was over, Hanan refused to come home with the others. Hanan was still sitting near his wife's recently closed funeral. Tears again wet his handsome face.
"Why, Ji? Why should it be so fast? Why, darling? Hix.. "
"Mas will lose you so much, baby. I'm really not strong without you." Rintih Hanan continuously.
Over time, rainwater again fell to the earth, accompanying Hanan's moans.
Day after day Hanan lived life uninspired and heartbroken. It's been a week since Jinan's departure. Usually, Hanan always goes to Jinan's grave every morning and evening.
So too today, Hanan brought Jinan's favorite yellow rose. Hanan's tears again dripped when he set foot there. Hanan sends a prayer to Jinan first. After praying, Hanan told me everything that happened today. Whether Jinan heard it or not, Hanan always told stories in Jinan's tomb.
"Assalamu'alaikum." Said a woman with an all-black abaya dress and a covering cloth on her face.
Hanan's cry stopped immediately, the soft voice that stopped him. Hanan the sign was right, it was not a voice he had ever heard. But Hanan's heart was drawn to look towards the source of the voice.
Hanan looked back, "Wa'alaikumussalam."
"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting! This mas, the husband of the woman who was the victim of the accident this afternoon, right?"
Hanan narrowed his eyes and inwardly Hanan asked.
"Ehmm sorry. I don't mean bad."
"I am Zeya, the mother of a child saved by your wife."
Hearing the woman's expression, Hanan's eyes turned into emotions. Hanan's gaze instantly changed on the woman.
Honestly, Hanan is not really a vengeful man. But Hanan's mind was currently being overrun by uncontrollable emotions. Therefore, when the woman named Zeya was talking like that. Hanan's emotions instantly rose, Hanan thought, that the cause of Jinan's death was the girl's child.
But Hanan can control himself and his emotions. Hanan calmed down again, and took a stand. Hanan did not want to blame anyone, because all this had become the destiny and provision of the Almighty.
"Before, I wanted to say condolences to mas and family. I know, what it's like to be lived by a very meaningful figure in our lives for a long time."
"If only, I could take good care of my son, surely this thing is not—"
"That's it!" Hanan's words cut off the woman's words.
"It's not all whose fault. This is the destiny of the Creator. My wife was missed in heaven, so she was called first." Hanan held the pain in his heart.
"Sometimes, we have to recapitulate what once belonged to us, for one day it will return to its true owner." Said Zeya with a face that was also seen to be holding back.
"Surely the name and the self will always be together in the world, but if they are gone, the name will settle, while the self will go. Just like dusk, the light is gone but the name will stay." Ziya continued full haru.
Now Hanan began to realize, that Zeya must have also felt what he felt, or maybe just felt it. Seeing Zeya, Hanan's spirit rose again.
"Ehmm mas—?" Zeya's sentence was cut off, because he did not know Hanan's name.
"Right. Call me Hanan." Hanan.
"Oh yes, Hanan. I also want to say thank you very much. Maybe I'm too late to say thank you. However, allow me to pray for the late wife of Hanan."
"Because of him, I can still see my son. Because right now, only my son is my only treasure." Zeya.
"There's no need to thank you, Zeya."
"It is precisely me who is very grateful because you want to pray for my late wife." Hanan.
Hanan stepped aside slightly and gave way for Zeya to pass by. Zeya walked up to Jinan's grave and sat down beside her. Zeya raised both hands and said his prayers to the Khaliq for Jinan.
After finishing, Zeya again thanked Hanan.
"Once again I want to thank you."
"Oh yes, I am also ready if Hanan or Hanan family members need my help. Incidentally, I live not too far from here. I am very happy, if Hanan or Hanan family members want to trouble me."
"That's good, I want to return the favor of Jinan's late home." Zeya.
"Thank you, Zeya. For his offer."
"Oh yes, if I may know, what is your job?"
"Emm I'm just a PAUD teacher and I'm also opening my own catering business at home. Building a catering business is actually just an addition, because I have to support my son and meet his needs." Zeya.
"I'm sorry, not that I'm rude. Are you a widow?" Hanan asked doubtfully.
Zeya looked down lethargic, his face also looked turned grim.
"Astaghfirullah, sorry. Sorry if my question hurt you." Hanan said badly.
"That's okay. I am indeed a widow. My husband died a year ago. My husband is a TNI AU, he died while on duty at the border. Our marriage has one son. Since the departure of my husband, my son and I have moved to this city."
"Innallingly."
"But why did you go to this town? Is your family here?"
Zeya shook his head, "I am an orphan and from my early teens, I have lived a long time. Then came Ridwan, my husband. He married me, Ridwan loves me very much. But her family, really don't like me."
"So from that, ever since my husband died, my husband's family drove me and my son away." Clearly Zeya with holding a heartache in heart.
"Astaghfirullah's. Pardon me! I'm really sorry. I have absolutely no intention of re-routing your destruction. Again I'm sorry." Hanan really felt bad.
"What's wrong. After all, I've been sincere with it all." Reply Zeya rigidly.
"What a marvelous power you have, O God. This woman's test was bigger than what I felt, but she remained steadfast and vigorous. Help me to be like him, Rabb." Inner Hanan.
"Zeya is right, there will be a time when the self will be gone, while only the name is left behind. Bismillah, my god. I'm sure that I can also be as strong and as strong as Zeya."
"Jinan, maybe your body doesn't exist in the world. But your name stays the same, honey. Love will never be lost for you. We are united because of God. So, even if you're gone, our love is still there."
"Yasudah from Hanan. I want to say goodbye, yes. God willing, if there is time, I will often come here to send prayers and visit the grave of the late Jinan." Zeya.
"Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam." Answer Hanan.
Zeya leaves Hanan in the tomb. Hanan's feelings have now become more open. A dying heart and an almost faded spirit, now rose again. After hearing Zeya's story. Hanan hopes to be like Zeya.
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>>CONTINUE SEASON TWO YES GAESS, BUT MAYBE A BIT LONG, NO WHAT YA🤗
