Back to Your Heaven
Warning letter to Isma

In the morning Isma left for work. When he arrived, he went straight into his room.

"Tok.tok..tok..." The sound of the door being knocked.

"Is said Mr. Pram you were told to his room." Said one of his friends.

"Oh yeah...."

Then Isma went to Pak Pram's room. Mr. Pram is the head of personnel in the company.

"Excuse me, sir...." Isma knocked on the door.

"Yes... Please come in."

"Please sit down."

"With Isma's sister huh...?" Ask Mr. Pram

"Yes Sir..." Answer Isma

"Here I get a report, you're not in for three days straight without any information, why...?"

"I'm sorry before, sir. I asked my boss for permission. Only then did he not allow me." Answer Isma

"What business do you have until you go home without permission?" Ask Mr. Pram again.

"My mother was sick sir, she was rushed to the hospital, and is now in the ICU."

"I'm sorry if that's true." Said Mr. Pram

"Why did I lie about my mother's illness, sir. But I also can't force you to believe in me." Answer Isma.

"Good... I believe in you. Sorry I have to keep doing my job. I have to give you a warning letter...!!"

"Good... Sir... Please. I'll take that..." Answer Isma.

Isma was given a 1st warning letter by the company.

"Isma, please get back to work....."

"Good Sir... Excuse me."

Then Isma came out of the personnel room.

Isma returns to work, but her mind goes to her mother.

At the break Isma called her father.

"Assynoltom... Sir, how's mom doing now...?" Ask Isma.

"Vayallikumsal.... Thank goodness, my mother's condition has improved. The doctor said if it keeps getting better like this, the day after tomorrow it can go home." Answer father.

"Alhamdulillah.... Isma was happy sir heard. Hopefully mom keeps getting better huh."

"Yes. aamiin son. You still working?" Ask father.

"Yes... Sir, Isma's resting again."

"Oh yes... Take good care of yourself Is...."

"Yes sir." Answer Isma.

Isma didn't tell anyone that today she got a warning letter from the company.

Isma's work-home buying food. Arriving at the direct mess he ate the food he bought. There he ate with his roommate.

"Kring... kring.." Isma's phone rang.

"Assalamualaikum Fish...."

"Goddessam..." Answer Fikri.

"Yes..why, what's wrong...?" Ask Isma.

"Engga... Let's get some news. You're okay, right?" Ask Fikri.

"Engga.... I'm doing fine. I just got a warning letter at the office, because yesterday I went home there was no permission from the company." Isma.

"It's okay, just a Warning Letter 1 right...?" Ask Fikri.

"Yes... Just a Warning Letter 1."

"Yes already... Take care of health. If there's anything tell me." Fikri.

"Yes..."

The more days Fikri more often call and ask Isma news. Their relationship is getting closer, but the status is only friends.

The next morning Isma got the news that her mother could go home today. How beautiful Isma is. I can't wait to get off work and go home to see his mother. But the holidays are still a week ahead.

Isma called her mother.

"Mothers... How is... You're healthy...??" Ask Isma.

"Yes... I am healthy, son.... This is my mom going home." Answer mother.

"Alhamdulillah Ma'am... Isma was happy to hear that. Don't be sick anymore. Anyway, you have to take care of your health. And don't trade anymore. I'm home, yeah." Isma.

"Yes son... I start today not selling anymore, let me just sell." Answer mother.

"It's okay, son... What matters is that you take care of your health there."

"Yes.. Ma'am. sure..." Answer Isma.

"Yes, Isma went to work first, Mom... Assalamualaikum...."

"Yes... Waalikalight...."

Then Isma hung up on him.

At work Isma looks cheerful. His friend even wondered why Isma today is very cheerful.

"You look so happy Is..?" Ask a friend.

"Yes.. Thank God I came home from the hospital today." Answer Isma.

"Alhamdulillah..... I'm happy, Is..!"

"Thank you, yeah..."

Not to forget in the break he sent a message to Fikri that his mother today has returned from the hospital.

A week later...

Isma was getting ready to go home. Soon the mother of Mess called Isma.

"ispremium... There was a man in front waiting, said your friend. Her name is Fikri." Obviously mother mess.

"Yes Mom..." Answer Isma.

Isma's friends in the room say "cieeee..... Someone's picking it up now...!!"

Isma just smiled at her friends.

Then Isma went to see Fikri.

It turned out that Fikri was also going to go home.

"Hey.. Fic... Have you been waiting a long time..??"

"Yet... Just come to the here. All of you stop by to go home, sometimes someone wants to be together." Fikri.

"Hmmmmmm... You know, people want to go home. What is this mode..." Isma Ledek.

"It's really going home...?" Ask Fikri.

"Yes... Here I have a bag. I'll pay to mess's mom first."

"Yes already... Come on.." take Fikri.

They both left together. They're getting familiar. Sometimes they cut each other.

On the way Fikri asked Isma again.

"is... How can you accept me in your life, not yet...??" Ask Fikri.

"Goddessa... Let's try it..." Answer Isma.

"Alhamdulillah.... I hope this is a good start for us, Is." Fikri looks happy.

Four hours drive, they finally arrived.

Isma finally met her family. There the father and the brothers of Isma were waiting. Everyone was astonished that Isma could go home with Fikri again. Isma's mother gave Isma the code. And Isma just smiled.

In the heart of Isma's mother must understand, that Fikri is a man who is close to her. And indeed Isma had never brought a male friend home.

"Ficery... With Isma..??" Ask Isma's father.

" Yes... Sir, Fikri happened to stop by Isma's place first. It turns out Isma wants to come home here too... So yes, sir..." Answer Fikri.

"Yes, thank you, son..."

"Together Sir... If so Fikri said to go home to Fikri first yes sir.... Ma'am.. Sis..."

"Yes..." Answer father.

Isma then approached her mother. Ask how he is.

That day, her mother looked fresher.

"Eat there first Is... There's already your favorite food." Say mother.

"Yes already... We eat it all together." Bring Isma

Then everyone ate together, happily.

"Kok can the mother directly have a heart attack, even though the mother does not have a history of heart disease..??" Ask Isma.

"Mom has hypertensive disease. And I never controlled that. So if it's severe it can be a complication to the heart of the same diabetes." Zikri answered Isma's first brother.

"Oh that... Now I can't cape. Stay home... Rest..." Firm Isma.

"Yes son.... Mom's never been anywhere. Now mom is quiet at home. It's just I'm sorry, your father doesn't have his friend in the store." Answer mother.

"What the hell is Mom..." Answer Isma's father.