Creative Novels (Nov novel Collection)
Dragonfly Fairy 01
FAIRY DRAGONFLY
Part 1's.
One night, exactly on Sunday night, Abang Nasir(sister) invited me to take the road2 to the city to just eliminate fatigue, go to the city for refreshing.The husband's permission has been bagged and 5 children do not forget to participate, he said,and also my nephew 4 people also enliven the atmosphere of Sunday night in the city square.
Arriving at the place we were headed , the sparkling lights look beautiful and the playground has been filled with other family members.boiled beans so our light meal options, I can tell you the old grandmother who sells boiled beans.
Me:nek until where is the address of the house?take my prank while eating boiled beans.
Grandma: from Sampang village of tambelan nak.
I: degk arrived2 chest pounding as the name of the village was called.the name of the village that had become my dream home first.with my lover ''capung''' (my nickname to him).we had a dream to build a household together and I went to the house he settled there.for me want to live anywhere as long as living with a lover is true happiness.but we are not fooled because of one thing and God have another will.
sigh slowly set the breath so that it is not obvious if again tense and shocked.the head began to heat, the hands began not able to peel boiled beans again.the whole body began to limp to move.
Me: my grandmother there is a friend over there nek, to be exact sampaan dvesaan.kata I began to convince grandmother and familiar snobs.
While wrapping the boiled beans he replied casually.what is the name of his friend son?who knows I know.karna I am original sampang.kanya grandma reassuring.
Me:he went to Mecca, Grandma,and I do not know he has come home or is married or has died said I despair.we have not met 12 years.name dragonfly eeh I mean his name Muhammad nek.mohammad Azhary.
Grandma:Allah nak if the name of Muhammad who mondok Mecca is the name of the boarding lora near my home nak.ini next month I join umroh travelnya.sambut thrusting paper containing promo umrah travel "Hadijah".(Name of travel ).
Not felt my tears dripping profusely.my body is limp.my chest is tight.with trembling hands I received the leaflet of green paper.sambut down and half turned away so as not to be discovered if I was crying.The ceiling seemed to collapse.There is this yes Allah?why do I find him again while I can no longer resist the roar of love n miss in the chest.
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The night began to dissolve.my desire to buy food and the road was lost instantly.Once I just monitor my children and my bangkan who was playing in the ball bath.1hour later we decided to go home.
In the car I do not talk much.silently and occasionally I wipe my tears so that no one knows.every memory of him like a movie all replayed one by one.real turns out he is still alive said I.turns out he exists.like what he is now ?married to who?and how many kids?am I happy or sad?my feelings are mixed.my little heart says.Aren't you really looking for it and always praying to be found even if only a long distance?my little heart began to scold my cries.
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As usual.sook the child so my mandatory routine.make sure he is not hot body and has a toothbrush before going to bed.sniff his back until really sleep soundly.after they are asleep it is my duty to clean the bathroom and wear fragrances.lalu I came to the husband's room.even though my heart was completely broken I did not show the change.lirih I said that the husband who was lying in his weathered sofa.turuih his hands kissed and I wirih asked.
Me: habiby (call me to husband) call me clean, by tonight I need me?.So I put my soft cheek into the palm of his hand.
Husband: no.habibaty, sleep you.I am not feeling well.because the rain when talking in the village of Omben earlier.mau take care of the congregation has long waited.
Me:well by.mau dkerokin do I need medicine?while I kissed again the back of his hand and I elus elus.kucium back and forth his hands.seraya wake up to my room.my little heart said.he is my paradise.he whom God destined to be my leader to the House of God said my heart whispered.
Slowly I dragged my feet to my room.(in our house there are many rooms and we sleep in each room.)after finishing taking my narrow room wudhuk.kubuka sheets qosidah Burdah.became a habit before going to bed if I do not need a husband,I will read Burdah until I finish.
Tawassul I started one by one mentioning the asthma of the prophet and his friends and teachers and my extended family and spontaneity I also started to mention the name Muhammad/dragonfly in my tawassul.I was also confused why the name arrived called?
Burdah reading dmulai.but my tears dripping wet the sheet of the book.with a hiccup I continue my reading.mulutku reading Burdah chants while the face and all the memories of dragonflies began to come again one by one.and I still love him.hope to meet that as well no way.I just cry the feeling of my longing.I just cry my weakness.I feel like I want to meet him as before and want to express that I still love him.that my race has not changed at all to him.
I did not feel the last sheet of Burdah qosidah was almost khatam.kuseka tearsaku.ku grabbed a blanket and wrapped half my body.again again it was 2 hours I turned the prayer beads but my sleep has not been asleep.I was like a fool crying over him again.when only with news that he still exists.let alone until I meet is I able?