Wrong Khitbah

137. SK 2: BACK

His legs seemed to be not powered, his stomach also felt cramping again. It seems like the baby inside there understood Mommy's fear and tried to calm her down, Zahwa felt as if someone was saying "don't be afraid Umma, There's ana here. Umma is not alone"

The words kept ringing in his ears. His eyes caught the top of the Kaaba. He immediately broke through the crowd looking for a rather quiet place. Standing facing the qibla (ka'bah) he performed the prayer of repentance. He begs God for forgiveness, and asks for guidance to be reunited with his family.

While prostrating, he sensed that some people were coming to him and sitting nearby and surrounding him.

Regardless of anything he remains solemn' in his prayers. In his prayer this time he got a very peaceful calm, got a spacious heart that greatly relaxes his chest.

"Aamiin" rubbed his face with both hands after he finished praying. He returned with a bow of gratitude. Before long Zahwa got back up and sat down cross-legged, to stretch his waist muscles. His hands continued to move stroking his stomach while beristighfar and sholawat.

He realized he was alone at this time, only accompanied by a baby in his womb. But he was no longer as glittering. He quietly sat quietly and felt the sweetness of his faith. When there is no one, there is only God we have. That's what Zahwa Mary Equeena is feeling right now.

How long had he been alone there, but he felt a little anegh because the person beside him did not also leave. He did not want to think about the end can only sit waiting for help.

While on the other side

"Where are we going to find Wawa?" Mother Fatimah asked very worried.

Akhtar quietly calmed down and recalled the moment where their hands were released.

Umi Alya and Mother Fatimah embrace. Meanwhile, Ali and Buya Firman asked the group leader for help to find Zahwa and ask the whereabouts of missing people to officers from Indonesia who are also their acquaintances.

All were made to panic over Zahwa's disappearance. Since it was time to continue the Sai between Safa and Marwah 7 times back and forth, they could only hope that Zahwa's report was found soon enough.

Back to this lost bumil.

"It seems like I've been here long enough. I had to hurry because the longer, the more distant my entourage would be" his inner self realized

"Mom..sorry, Indonesia?" Asked a middle-aged woman who walked by by stumbling at him

"Em. yes, I am from Indonesia" replied Zahwa slowly

"Alhamdulillah, finally there are those from Indonesia. Mother alone? Where are your friends?" ask the woman politely.

"Em. I was lost ma'am, I was separated from my entourage"

"Subhanallah ! We are the same boy" said the middle-aged woman.

Suddenly the mother felt her legs were no longer able to support her body. Before the mother fell, Zahwa immediately restrained her body and helped the mother stand firm.

"Mother.. gapapa?"

"Mother's legs limp. since then mother looking for the Indonesian flag. And finally I got it from this cloth that was wrapped around your arm" said the mother, turning Zahwa's attention to a small white collar tied around her arm as an identification.

"Son. have you been sitting here for a long time?"

"Yes mom, I've calmed down here"

"Son.we better continue our worship, hopefully later we meet our group on the road"

Zahwa nodded in agreement, because that was exactly what he wanted to do from earlier. They also walked to the zam zam water tap to relieve their thirst. After that the two of them together Sa'i from shafa to marwah.

Zahwa patiently helped and guided the mother. After the whole worship service was completed. They decided to leave the area of the Grand Mosque.

Zahwa is sad again until now she has not met her husband. Zahwa's eyes were already glazed over. But he immediately wiped away his tears. When the mother called her son.

" Mom!"

"My son!"

"Hiks.kid mother thought she would never see you again hyks.." sobs the mother hugged her son tightly.

After a while they broke his embrace. "Mom, who is this?" Ask the man in front of her to her mother

"This is the woman who helped mother son, we are both separated from the entourage. He is also our brother from Indonesia"

"Thank you for helping my mother" said the man, looking down politely

Zahwa responded by nodding and then he turned around with the tail of his eyes. Hope to meet his family here.

"Mm.mbak don't go anywhere. I took my mother to sit there first. After that I will help you meet the mba group again"

Zahwa returned with a sign that he agreed

While he was waiting, he suddenly saw some people who had been surrounding him as prayers approached him.

But. This is another, they seem friendly like welcoming Zahwa. One of them approached

"Assalamu'alaikum yes ukhty"

"Wa'aaikumussalam" said Zahwa

"From yesterday I saw my mother alone, I saw this cloth I happen to know this travel subscription hotel, if you'd like let me help you to the hotel"

"Do you really know where the group Al-Hijr Travel Haji & Umroh??" Taya Zahwa makes sure

" It is in Shaa that I know him very well because I have been contacted that there was one Umrah pilgrims from Al-Hijr who was separated from the entourage"

"It's my business card and my ID"

Zahwa stared at the business card of the person who wanted to save him.

"Bismillah.O Allah, I am at ease with you, show me the straight path and bring me close to those whom You Ridhoi" zahwa prayed in his heart before he nodded his head in approval to the help of the man before him.

After getting the agreement, the person again asked for izim to the son of the mother who had the same fate as him earlier.

After exchanging phone numbers, he again approached Zahwa and led him to the hotel group Al-Hijr Travel Hajj and Umroh.

It didn't take long, just by walking for ten minutes. Xahwa's eyes welled up as she saw her Husband standing in front of the hotel worriedly.

" Habibie! "

"Queen" said Akhtar when he saw Zahwa standing in front of him in fine condition.

"Hiks.hiks..." Zahwa cried hugging Akhtar

Unceasingly they are grateful at the re-observation of the Almighty.

Akhtar spoke briefly with the person who brought Zahwa, as well as the travel leader who thanked them.

"Mother..Father.." - Ogre Zahwa squashed their pettiness

Ali's father rubbed his hands gently into the princess' head. Bengitu is also with Mother Fatimah who stroked Zahwa's cheek.

After all was done and safe they went into their respective rooms to rest.