Asiyah End Times
He Has Returned to God

Ustad Hamdal's motorcycle was parked in front of his house. A simple duck motor that seems to be this is a long-year spending motor.

"Assalamu'alaykum." said Asiyah along with three colleagues, as well as Ustadz Zulfikar.

I heard that greeting. The longer it gets closer to home.

From the front door of the living room, Asiyah and the others waited for the reply. It was Ustadz Hamdal who immediately stood up when he met Asiyah and the others.

"Wa'alaykumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." replied Ustadz Hamdal and his wife, Ustadzah Hani.

"Please come in, please sit down" said Ustadz Hamdal again, giving a sign on his right palm towards his living room chair.

Ustadz Hamdal's face looked very tense. Fatigue apparently. Also the look of that face exuded such a deep sadness. Bleary effect. But still trying to force a smile for his guests who came from this far away, Asiyah and three colleagues.

Ustadz Hamdal and his wife sat opposite Asiyah, Caca and Cita. Ustadz Zulfikar and Pak Nomo, sitting on their left and right sides.

"Have been waiting a long time? Sorry if Ustadz had a little sudden business, qadarullah one of Ustadz's students was affected by the disaster" explained Ustadz Hamdal.

"Nothing Ustadz, while waiting for Ustadz earlier, we were accompanied by Ustadz Zulfikar surround this boarding school," explained Asiyah.

"Have you reached the river park? We here call it 'The Door of Heaven'" asked Ustadz Hamdal again.

"Alhamdulillah already Ustadz, maa shaa Allah it is a very beautiful garden Ustadz, after we had seen the scenery that also touched our hearts, that is a santri who is repeating his Quran recitation in the corner of the terrace of his room, the voice of God's will also sound very melodious Ustadz," explained Asiyah.

"Yes, you know, the santri was named Yusuf, He did not come home during the holidays, next year Joseph will graduate from this boarding school, Joseph is indeed one of the children who excel in this cottage," ustadz Hamdal.

"Indeed, Joseph always repeats his recitation of the Qur'an when there is free time" he continued.

"If you may know Ustadz, why did Joseph never come home during the holidays?" ask Asiyah, curious.

"In this boarding school, not all of them have enough economic levels, there are some who get help from the pesantren to be able to go here, including this Yusuf, moreover, the residence of Joseph's parents is quite far, can twice take a plane to get there, yes that's how Nak, his name is also alive," explained Ustadz Hamdal, briefly.

"Yes Ustadz," Asiyah nodded.

The atmosphere became silent for a moment. Asiyah was about to ask about his arrival at Ustadz Hamdal but it felt really bad. What and how next about the good intentions of Asiyah who wants to get married, and ask for a search by Ustadz Hamdal prospective mate.

Asiyah looked towards Ustadz Hamdal. Ustadz Hamdal stared at the table, daydreaming. It seems like Ustadz is thinking about something. It was even more unpleasant to ask about this ta'aruf. Then Asiyah looked towards Cita. Cita looked back and nodded her head at Asiyah, as if understanding Asiyah's intentions.

"Hhmmm.. sorry before Ustadz, about our arrival here....... what is Ustadz?" ask Cita to Ustadz Hamdal, who then stopped.

"Oohh yes, I'm sorry son, I forgot, you know" replied Ustadz Hamdal jolted from the reverie of his mind.

"There is one of the santri alumni in this cottage, Mr. Ahu He is a good son, in shaa Allah sholeh, you have also explained about this ta'aruf process, he said, in Shaa Allah He is in agreement with Asiyah, if there is a meeting later and you feel that it is equally suitable, we will direct the marriage contract immediately," explained Ustadz Hamdal.

"Well, is Asiyah ready?" tanya Ustadzah Hani's. Smiling at Asiyah.

"This is Allah Asiyah ready for Ustadzah" answered Asiyah. I seem nervous about the answer.

"Alhamdulillah." said the whole room together. Come smile happily.

"In shaa Allah Mbak Asiyah will soon meet with his soul mate, Ma'am, aamiin" said Cita with happiness which is very clearly emanated from his face.

"Aamiin.." said Caca and Mr. Nomo, as well as others.

Everything went back to silence. Silent. Ustadz Hamdal's face returned to gloom.

"I'm sorry Nak before, so you won't be surprised later" said Ustadz Hamdal.

Ustad Hamdal was silent for a moment. The whole room is focused. Waiting for an explanation from Ustadz Hamdal.

"The man that you will match, is an alumni of this cottage that you saw this morning, He is the one who was affected by the disaster, He was hit by a car while crossing the highway while trying to buy a hand for you, on the way here to meet Nak Asiyah," explained Ustadz Hamdal.

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi roji'un" said Ustadzah Hani with a concerned face.

Asiyah. "What about Ustadz now?" ask her, nervous.

"So it's conscious, just a little pinch, his head slammed into the asphalt, in shay'a Allah, we just pray, may it be okay," explained Ustadz Hamdal, trying to calm down.

"Alhamdulillah," the words softly came out of Asiyah's mouth, softly in her voice. It was as if that hope was beginning to waver from Asiyah's mind. I don't know why Ustadz Hamdal's face is so dubious. As if that hope was very thin.

"Hhmmm Mother has prepared lunch for us, let's eat together first yes, later the conversation we continue again" said Ustadzah Hani.

"In the meantime also want the dzuhur Ustadzah adhan, do we wait first, after the new prayer we eat together?" obviously Asiyah with her tannya.

"Oohh yes, yes, I can" replied Ustadzah Hani, smiling with pleasure and alacrity.

"Maybe Asiyah can help Mom to go back for a while, there are some that must be prepared again" Ustadzah Hani told Asiyah.

"Yes Ustadzah, yes," replied Asiyah.

Asiyah and Ustadzah Hani headed to the kitchen alone. The others were waiting in the living room.

It turned out that Ustadzah Hani wanted to pack a little cake made for Asiyah to take home later as souvenirs.

Dduuggg. dduugg. The pesantren gate has been opened freely for pilgrims who want to pray in the mosque owned by this cottage. Residents who live around the cottage that is separated from each other and far apart, began to arrive using their respective vehicles. Also who were in the garden around the hut was taking to the road leading to the mosque.

"Allahu akbar.allahu akbarr.." the voice of Adhan has been given to me.

Suddenly, at the same time, krriiiinngggg..

Ustadz Hamdal saw his cell phone, whose call from when the Adzan roared like this? Upon seeing the call, immediately Ustadz Hamdal picked up his phone that rang.

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi roji'un," at once the speech came out of the mouth of Ustadz Hamdal.

The face was silent. Stiff. The color red is dull. His eyes began to glaze over.

"He has returned to God" Ustadz Hamdal said with a trembling voice. Looking towards Ustadz Zulfikar.

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi roji'un," said the rest of the room alternately.

Asiyah came to the living room, walking with her smile with Ustadzah Hani. Carrying a bag of souvenirs that were in his grasp.

Ustadz Hamdal coded his wife, "She's dead Mom" he said.

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi roji'un" said ustadzah Hani.

Submitted by Asiyah. Who also understood the cues he had just received from the gazes of the faces of the entire room. The handbag that Asiyah would bring back home, immediately fell from her grasp, along with the fall of her tears of disappointment. This time it failed again, he thought.