Asiyah End Times
Assalamu'alaykum World

The mentari has appeared. Sharing the light. Blue sky is also present. Refracts color. White clouds go hand in hand, with their elegance.

While those eyes can't be closed. Until morning. Even though today's schedule is very tight. Astaghfirullah, can-can Asiyah not focus when working later because of sleepiness and fatigue.

Asiyah came out of her room.

Repeated the scene late last night.

Stand in the middle of the balcony. He spread both his hands. Slowly those beautiful eyes were closed. Hhhmmm. hhhhh. Her lips smiled sweetly. His body rotates around each corner of the tip of his left toe.

The delicate scarf that wrapped Asiyah's head flew over her shoulders. May Allah be cool this morning.

The balcony ceiling of the room looked at Asiyah from the strapping stretch of her white concrete body. It was clearly Asiyah who was rotating underneath.

Ten seconds passed.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. Asiyah counted it from the heart. Slowly. The sound of his heart was softly resounded in the air.

Hhhmmm. hhhhhh.hit his breath again while opening his eyes. Thank God for life today. Asiyah smiled.

Asiyah was relieved to have done that scene.

Asiyah stopped from turning her body. Eyes sparkling. Facing the front of the house. Still in her sweet smile.

"The tight embrace of Maakk." held tightly to the hand of an old woman coiled in her thin stomach. In his butut motor bonnet. Sit facing forward. With his old body and wrinkled face leaning on the shoulder of the young man who looked handsome with his simplicity. It may be too simple to see small holes in the fabric attached to his body. It's dull. The pants also untwist the fine threads on top of his calf. The shirt looked weathered and a little wet.

Kreteekkk. kreteekk. kreeteekk. With iron rust that became the color of the motor body. Out of nowhere the two of them joined until they passed the elite area of the Asiyah house. The motorcycle tyre was so dirty it was full of dirt.

The voice of a man passing by in front of Asiyah's house. Right in front of him. From a distance Asiyah looked at him. The man looked very affectionate towards his mother, his smile illustrating the sincerity from within her heart. While the old woman looked very old with her body that was no longer straight sitting on the motorbike.

Maa shaa Allah is a very beautiful sight according to Asiyah. His smile grew even more this morning.

What am I looking at right now? 'Is 'Birrul Walidain? It is rare in this day and age that a man loves his mother in this romantic way. If his mother was treated as well as that, it was not impossible that the man's wife would also be treated very well by him. The man's wife was a very lucky woman to have him as her husband. Thought Asiyah in heart.

Asiyah looked happy. It was like watching a religious movie drama. That's roughly the title 'Heaven on Mom's Toe'. Hehee..

The man passed from before him. A precious few seconds this morning. Another lesson he learned.

Also true. For what he saw this morning. Asiyah. There were many things He had to do besides just thinking about Ashar. Astarghfirullah's. I still have Umi and my twin sisters. They are my main source of happiness. Families. Yaaaa. family.

My soul has been ordained by God. It has been written in Lauhul Mahfudz very neatly and perfectly, fifty thousand years before the heavens and earth were created by God. Asiyah believes strongly in this. Although sometimes, his feelings have forgiven his wits in a moment to think hard about things that are still the secret of God.

Still in his smile in solitude above the balcony. Asiyah walked forward. Now both hands are holding the edge of the iron fence that surrounds the balcony of his room.

"Assalamu'alaykum of the world." whispered Asiyah. Greeting morning. Face looked up. His eyes looked far up at the clear morning sky.

The world also returned his greetings. Sssshhhh. The pair of eyelids momentarily closed gently. His lentic eyelashes seemed to follow the direction of the gentle breeze. His coolness caressed Asiyah's cheeks.

Asiyah spontaneously turned her head. Reversed his body. The sound of knocking on the door of the room seemed to be from the door of his own room. Wh who? Asiyah immediately opened the door of her room.

"Assalamu'alaykum Son.." Umi smiles at Asiyah with her maternal style .

"Umi, wa'alaykumussalam Umi, enter Umi.." said Asiyah with her tenderness, also with her smile.

Umi went straight into Asiyah's room. Confirm the condition of his eldest son this morning. After last night Umi caught a disappointment as well as hope in Asiyah's self against Ashar.

But this morning, a tinge of relief on Umi's face for Asiyah had radiated. Umi saw the face of Asiyah who had returned bright as the days before he met Ashar yesterday.

Sitting on the sofa in her son's room. Umi saw Asiyah who seemed busy with her attitude. More precisely, pretending to be busy in front of Umi to cover her feelings. So that Umi no longer focus on the story of Ashar against him.

"The backyard has become a child, this morning the gardener came to our house," said Umi.

"Well, will you see?" bring Umi. Still trying to comfort his son.

"Oh yes Umi, thank God then, yes yes Umi, Asiyah would like to see," Asiyah replied quickly.

"Well, is she okay?" asked Umi again, looking at her son's face. From a distance not close. Asiyah was still pretending to be busy with the spinning tools on her dresser.

"Yes Umi," Asiyah looked at Umi's face, answering with her smile gesture.

Umi also returned an Asiyah smile.

They walked to the garden behind the house. Down ladder.

Aisyah and Ali had first played in the garden behind the house. They looked cheerfully swinging in turns at the park's swings. Laugh both. Regardless of their housekeeper who also sat in the garden chair, enjoying the atmosphere of the new corner of the house.

"Maa shaa Allah, beautiful O Umi garden, neatly arranged and full of touches of art" said Asiyah while surrounding the park.

"It turns out that our gardener has a hidden talent, Umi, which we have not seen, hehehee." continued Asiyah again. His hand held the flowers of the garden. Bend his body. Smell the scent of some plants in the garden. So fresh. Maa shaa Allah.

"Not Nak, this park is done by a new gardener, still young people, handsome boy, He also seems sholeh and smart," explained Umi.

"God, is it really Umi?"

"Yes Nak, Umi deliberately chose Him, because indeed many of Umi's friends recommend Him to Umi, he said his work is neat, good so," obviously Umi who was sitting relaxed in the garden chair that was carved like wood fiber.

"Ohh yes, this morning also He brought his mother Loh Nak to our house, his mother was old once Umi saw, Umi to the amazement of him, Umi saw He was so glorifying his mother with his attitude," connect Umi again.

Asiyah hush. Thinking for a moment. Like the man he saw from the balcony this morning. A young, handsome man carrying an old old mother.

Could it be that he is the same man?