Derana Wasted Wife
DERANA CHAPTER 24

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“To Allah belongs the kingdom of the heavens and the earth and to Allah returns (all beings).” (QS. An-Nour: 42)

Everyone must have a plan. God has a plan too. However, no matter how well a man plans something, God's plan is the best plan. And we, as His creatures, can only accept and live with sincerity.

The sky was covered in black clouds, as if implying that all the inhabitants of the sky were grieving.

Ahmad Zain, ustadz as well as the most handsome young lecturer in the world for Hastungkara.

Zain faced the Divine with a sweet smile painted on his face after reciting the creed. The young Ustadz left with a handful of hopes and dreams that had flown with his tribe.

O love, the angel of heaven awaits you. Their prayers are answered by God, for the love of the angels may be greater than my love for you. - Hastungkara --

Many times Khadijah-Zain's mother fell unconscious while watching her son's body be buried. While Hastungkara, the young girl was trying hard even though the sorrow water had already been born in the eyes and body as if no longer alive.

"Ra, let's go home, baby! Release Zain! God willing, Zain was calm in nature. If Zain saw you grieving like this, he would be sad, for sure" Nofia said as she gently rubbed the white headscarf worn by her daughter.

Hastungkara reviewed a thin smile and shook his head slowly. "Look at Bund, Rara didn't cry, did she? Rara could still smile. That means Rara is not sad. Insha Allah Rara. Because Rara has no right and cannot prevent God from taking back His own. Ustadz Zain, Rara, and everything in this world belongs to God. And will return to him."

Hastungkara let out a long breath and then resumed his words that he briefly pause. "Rara wants to be here first, Bund. Something Rara wanted to tell ustadz Zain. Later, Rara wants to visit Abdhullah's uncle's house and spend the night at his grandfather's house. So, if Daddy and Mommy want to go home to the city now .. no pa-pa."

"All right, sweetheart. But, don't linger in this place. The sky is overcast. It might be raining soon. Mommy does not want Daddy's favorite daughter and Mommy to rain and fall sick."

"Yes Bund."

"We go home, baby. Assalamu'alaikum" said Zaenal and Nofia while briefly hugging their daughter's body.

"Wa'alaikumsalam --" Hastungkara said softly while answering the greeting given by his parents.

With a heavy heart, Zaenal and Nofia step away leaving their daughter who still wants to be at the funeral-talking with the baby who will probably convey every word spoken to Zain.

After his parents passed away, Hastungkara shed his body beside the navel.

The sweep of the red soil with flowers accompanied by a prayer for the beloved heart that has gone.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ustadz -" Hastungkara's voice choked. The bereaved sorrow water in the eye pelupuk almost spilled. But Hastungkara immediately rushed at him with a face to the sky and let out a long sigh.

"Ustadz, look ... I'm not crying, right? I'm doing fine. I am no longer a bad girl. I'm powerful. I am a strong girl. So keep stepping! Don't look back! I --"

"Sa-ya will immortalize the name of Ustadz Zain here. In the heart. The name that has been sculpted, will not be easily erased --" Hastungkara again sighed long and pressed his chest that felt very painful because of the heart lara.

"Ustadz Zain wanted me to call Ustadz ... Mas' right? Alright, from this moment, this second, I will call Ustadz ... Mas. Mas Zain - -"

Hastungkara instantly closed the netra and kissed the board engraved Ahmad Zain's name. Then he hugged the board, as if he was hugging the body of the lover.

"Ra, let's go home! The rain was getting heavier and the day was already approaching dusk. Don't let you get sick! If you're sick, surely ustadz Zain will be sad in nature there," said Derana break the silence.

"Derana - -" said Hastungkara. Slowly he took off the board from his embrace and turned to the direction where the sound came from.

"You're still here? Didn't you go home with your mom and dad?" tanya is the embossed followed by a frown between the two base of the eyebrows.

Derana publishes a smile and guides Hastungkara to stand up. Then he answered the question posed by his best friend. "So, I'm home. I just want to get an umbrella. I know, you must still be here --" Derana paused her speech and gently rubbed Hastungkara's shoulder while transferring positive energy.

"Patience and sincerity, Ra! I understand, it must be very difficult to let go of ustadz Zain," he continued and was replied by a nod by Hastungkara.

"Yes Ran. I'm being sincere --"

"If you're so sincere, we go home now Ra."

"Heem -"

Hastungkara and Derana said hello to all of the grave-dwellers before swinging the limbs-leaving a mound of earth drenched in the water of the sky.

Goodbye Mas Zain, God willing I will take this love to heaven ....

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Finished cleaning the body and performing the Maghrib prayer service, Hastungkara and Derana visited Abdhullah's house to meet Zain's parents.

Khadija looked more determined and sincere. Same with Abdallah.

The two middle-aged invited Hastungkara and Derana to sit on the sofa before starting to tell him about their single Zain-son ....

"Zain was very happy when we gave him the blessing to bless you, Ra. Our sons, Zain, have prepared a new home for your abode after you and Zain are married." Khadijah paused for a moment and wiped the tears that had fallen on his face.

"Much has Zain planned, especially to build this village. One of them is building a mosque and a school. Zain wants to makruf nahi mungkar. Invite to good and prevent bad behavior or deviate from religious teachings. However, the plan he had designed, now only a plan remained. Zain left before all his plans and dreams were fulfilled --"

Khadija shed tears again. No matter how hard he tried. But when he remembered his late son, the wall of rigidity he built immediately collapsed ....

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