
Hanum currently left Rico, this time not a little. But one week, Hanum will stare at her husband through a cell phone alone. Because Rico and Erwin will return to Hong Kong, in order to expand Marco's market.
"Darling to go first! mas titip adorable child, same you yes! remember to keep eating patterns, do not get tired! call us if there's anything you need, and want!"
"Yes mas, Rico heart! Hanum and the kids will miss you."
"Of course, mas is also certainly a pity." Rico kissed on Hanum's forehead, and parted with an RC car.
Hanum can only regulate his breath, this time he will be quiet without Rico mas, so that when Hanum afternoon is quiet, he again remembers Lisa's relic box.
"Ah, this is apparently Lisa's ka box. As Azri grows up, she will know how real her mother is." said Hanum, praising Lisa's sister.
Then Hanum focused on the neatly arranged tome, three stacks. Somehow Hanum felt like opening and looking at Lisa's writing, yes it was the writing Lisa first met, after marriage and a happy day maybe he covered in a book.
"The diary? quiet, Hanum should read it for a while." said Hanum, opening it slowly.
**dear Diary.
Lisa, June 9, 1987**.
The beautiful white dress I was wearing, dangled beautifully. Wrapped with a veil decorated with a stunning crown. Polished face makeup makeup that makes me more sparkling. The waiting bears certainty. Drawing a hope for the future. Who wouldn't want a moment like this? yes I am Lisa, who is about to start happily with a man named Fawaz.
End and start? Bismillah. Just counting the hours, I will end this wait soon. As long as the distance and time separate, it does not discourage me to continue to repair myself and my heart. By His permission, I am now at this point. Where before climbing this peak a lot of wounds and struggles that must be felt.
All the trials that have been faced cultivate such a strong conviction. The windstorm successfully tested the firmness of the heart space I built. Uninhabited, other than the Owner of the Heart. The test of heart proves that someone who lives in it, God willing will be awake.
That meeting didn't make me end it all. Instead, this is the first step to starting a life together, after we wait for each other and keep our hearts and strengthen we are destined to be together.
Yes, I am an end-time woman clad in hypocrisy. How hypocritical I am, as if advising others without me doing it. A figure that has been considered good, but know I am only a sinner. With all the goodness of Allah SWT, which covers my disgrace. I got a handsome guy Fawaz.
I am only a woman of the last days who yearns for a priestly figure, like Ali ibn Abi Talib whose heart is engraved with only one name of the woman he loves, able to hide his feelings in silence and always tell the figure of the woman with his owner in his prayers, Umar bin Khattab is a valiant leader but he is always gentle and always protects his loved ones, he said, and an imam with the perfection of faith and his morality is none other than Prophet Muhammad SAW., who always worshiped Allah SWT., and his morals are so glorious.
At that moment, I thought. Is there still at the end of this age who has a nature like him? I think only a shalihah woman can melt her heart. I'm just a woman who opens the aurat with the pleasures of the world who wants a good priest for my future, even though I look glamorous. Believe me, I still keep my honor, even though my life is free.
I am ashamed of all my wishes that I wish for His request to be granted. But, often I am impatient for all the answers of my prayers to Allah Swt, without knowing this true self.
Forgetting the sins I have borne, always inattentive. In fact, delaying the proclamation in worship, but I always ask questions. Why Allah has not fulfilled that request and wants my request to be granted immediately.
"How selfish am I."
In that time of waiting, I was trying to get better. To welcome a good priest. He, who always kept his heart and his eyes. Because I am very sure that a good woman is good for a good man and a good man is good for a good woman, all of that is in his words.
Yes, I'm Lisa Saraswati just like a woman when she was a teenager. I'm sure everyone has a past. Before I meet a gentleman who will soon be following me. In the past, I was a woman like Zulaikha who tried to pursue Joseph's love.
No different from him who admires a man, in the mind always drawn his figure and in the heart express his name, until I forget there is something I should love more and this is the beginning of my story:
Hanum, come back crying. So heartbreaking, sister Lisa can write her dreams in this detail, Hanum was forced to close the book that Lisa wrote with her signature and original writing, because of something.
When Ghani's baby Ghina was heard crying. It made Hanum, bring his book to the room. And he'll read it again after their baby sleeps at night, perhaps eliminating the saturation when Rico's mas don't come home this week.
"I just put it here, I'll read it again soon." said Hanum, who headed to her twin nursery.
Tbc.