Asiyah End Times
At the End of the Night

Oh my God, what is this test? Say Asiyah in his heart. Still pensive on the side of the road at the end of the night.

How long have they waited. How many phone numbers they have called. But it hasn't been fruitful yet.

The wait in the dark tonight, feels very long.Tak like the nights are usually when they are busy even in the moment when it is easy to rest. Seconds by seconds as if unwilling to move from his footing in wait.

O Allah. Asiyah instead thought about how the attitude they would take at this time should be to get home soon, but Asiyah instead let her mind drift in the cliche trajectory of her past story with Abi. At a time like this it is precisely minute by minute as if passing by when not cared.

The tears flowed without him noticing. In his daydream, the memories with Abi were so vividly remembered. Yes, although the picture of Abi has faded in his memory.

Slowly the hand holding the phone started to play his finger. The hand obeyed the command of Asiyah's heart. The fingers were so clever to find the search angle that was being sought by his heart. Photos Abi. Photos of Abi have been found.

So clear is the picture of Abi's face he stared at in the mobile phone gallery. When Abi laughed, when Abi joked together with him, videos and photos of their togetherness, everything was still there. Various styles and memories with Abi who perpetuated it is still neatly stored there. O Allah, Asiyah misses Abi. Really miss the taste.

Caca who was standing near Asiyah, immediately approached her. But the footsteps stopped immediately when they saw the wet cheeks Asiyah. Which at the same time can not be separated in looking at photos of his ashes on the latest expensive phone output.

It was heartless to see Mbak Asiyah in this state. It turns out that not only I feel the pain of holding back the figure of a father, but Mbak Asiyah also feels the same. Even though our story is different. Caca muttered in his heart.

Gluuuduukkk. Rough whispering. Surprise their daydreams.

Looks like it's raining. This time it was nothing like a Korean drama. It's more like a scene in a horror movie. Astaghfirullah.

"Ayo-ayo, Caca, Cita, we get in the car first" Asiyah shouted at her two assistants. While running. As soon as possible without wasting time.

Caca and Cita also immediately ran into the car.

"Hhhhhhhh, O Allah, it was very fast, the rain fell, but only a few seconds ago the rain was heard," said Cita. After running from under a big tree on the roadside earlier. His breath still sounded.

Caca was behind Asiyah. As soon as possible turn his face away, then agree Asiyah's invitation, to immediately run into the car. Caca felt bad for Asiyah. Looking at her with teary eyes.

"We wait for the rain to subside, later we try to push this car, not too far away to reach the intersection of the crowd, here is too quiet, it is rather difficult for us to get help," take Asiyah to Caca and Cita. Assertively.

"Good Ma'am," said Caca and Cita, compact.

Thirty minutes passed. The rain is starting to stop.

Now the rough rain has turned into a fine drizzle.

"It looks like the rain has begun to subside, let's go out, hopefully this car can be pushed, because it's a bit muddy grass under the tree we hit," asiyah said to Caca and Cita.

They got out of the car.

Sssrrrrhhhh. The wind blew their bodies as soon as they got out of the car. Asiyah exited the front car door. Caca from the car door next to Asiyah. While the view from the middle car door.

Standing right in front of the car's doors. The wind in these hours is indeed so piercing the body to the skeletal bone. Plus this is the wind that blows after heavy rain. Subhanallah cannot be expressed in words how they feel.

"Astaghfirullah, it's cold, yes" said Asiyah spontaneously, when slapped by the wind at the end of the night.

Rrrggghhh.. Caca trembled, with his unbearable giggle.

Let's close the sweater immediately.

"We can not indulge in waiting for help in this place, just ignore this cold first yes, we can not waste time, he said, I think the energy of the three of us is enough to push this car alternately to the intersection of the crowd in front of there," Asiyah ordered, he explained. While pointing towards the front of the road with the finger of the hand he held.

"Yes Ma'am, ready, we'll bismillah," replied Cita.

"Bismillah, good luck," continued Caca.

It started with Asiyah driving the first time. While Caca and Cita are ready with their position to push the car from the back.

Nyyeettt. nnyyeettt. Alhamdulillahi 'ala kulli p. This car really broke down. Can't start the engine anymore. Asiyah got out of the car. Caca and Cita.

"We just push from the front of this car, the engine is completely dead, must be taken to the workshop, I do not understand at all about the engine," Asiyah explained to Caca and Cita.

Caca and Cita obeyed Asiyah's orders. Now the three of them are pushing the car from the front of the car.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, satuuu, duaa, tigaa," the words were uttered by Asiyah repeatedly. Until the car can return to its proper position, the vehicle's trajectory.

It was not as easy as I had imagined before. Fifteen minutes passed.

"Let's rest first, it looks like the front tire of this car is slightly immersed in the ground, will not move this car if we just push it. The tires of this car must be in the wedge, the ground is too slippery," explained Asiyah.

"I saw near the tree that there was wood and also a big stone, hopefully enough to be used as a wedge on the tire of this car so that it can go up when we push later," obviously Asiyah to Caca and Cita, while showing the direction where the wood is located. It also shows the tire benaman in the ground which is further muddy and soft due to the heavy rain just now.

Caca and Cita were paying attention to that instruction. Take each step. Caca took the wood. Cita brought a stone. Of course after the three of them rested for five minutes.

The cold just left without excuse. The ice cubes had melted, turning into streaks of sweat dripping from their foreheads. A sense of warmth has now approached in the midst of the cold wind that has not passed away.