Fazila Tipan From Heaven
A Good Friend

Kiai Hasan enlisted my daughter to follow the Hafiz Qur'an?

It was an amazing decision. Since Fazila was still in the womb, not a day did I neglect to listen to Murotal Quran, I was different from other mothers. I don't have a husband I can talk to or just stroke my belly that's starting to bulge.

The terrible events were still unfolding, I began to despair and lost hope. Grandma Alma who became the backstop of my life back to the presence of the Powerful One, the precious Crown that is always in the care of every woman including myself lost in the snatch of Humanity. Where will I seek justice?

That day, in the Pusara of Alma's grandmother I cried so much. And at home, I started to lock myself up, I was weak, there was no hope I could trust that I would be okay.

My head feels thick. I thought I was going to meet Alma's grandmother, but it didn't happen. I cried again like a madman lost consciousness.

I can take Alma's grandmother away and never come back.

I couldn't accept my dirty self, I walked towards the kitchen. My net is glaring at every part of the kitchen that I used to cook. My net stopped when I saw the kitchen knife was in a pile of dirty dishes that I had not had time to clean.

"If I do that, it'll all be over. This suffering that I should not have experienced will disappear as my weak body is submerged in the tanan." Lirihku while directing the kitchen knife right in my veins.

Hirrahmanirrahim...

Instead of feeling calm after pointing the kitchen knife in my veins, my body shook violently, I fell down, I cried on the floor with a hiccup.

Yes Ayyuhallazina amanu la ta 'kulu amwalakum bainakum bill batili illa an takuna tijaratan 'an taradim mingkum, wa la taqtulu anfusakum. Innallaha bikum rahima.

"O you who believe! Do not eat each other's possessions in a way that is false (Not True), except in a trade that takes place on the basis of liking among you. And do not kill yourself. Allah is Most Merciful to you" (Qs.An-Nisa' 29).

A suicide?

I almost did that!

After my common sense returned to normal, I began to return to God. Begging for mercy almost ended my life.

A month just passed.

Spend every day staying at home. Every morning I passed with a nauseous feeling that stifled my chest. Even at night I cannot enjoy comfort. Dizziness and nausea seemed to be my best friend.

Son, if you're pregnant with your first child. Take care of your health, early pregnancy is very vulnerable and easy to miscarry. As long as you're married to your grandfather, you've had three miscarriages, and that's very sad. Alma's grandmother said when she was alive.

"What do you think, son, do you agree with your decision to bring Fazila to the Hafiz Qur'an Audition?" Kiai Hasan's words managed to disperse the bitter memories of my past.

I smiled while nodding my head. There is nothing happier than this, I wish Fazila to be a child of benefit to the people. And this is his first step.

"I agree Kiai. There's nothing happier than this." My words are full of gratitude.

"The audition has already begun. And Fazila's vidio memorized the Qur'an has been sent to the organizer's email. You use your personal cell phone number, if we're lucky, they'll call your phone number. May Fazila we be lucky." Kiai Hasan smiled as she clasped Nyai Latifa's hand. They both look happy even though Fazila is not their biological granddaughter.

Sometimes God meets us with the wrong people so that we can be careful of the ugliness of his character. And now I meet good people who every day I can get good from their wars.

...***...

"Pa, it's been eight years. Mama's worried about Alan, why the boy never mentioned his marriage." Nani said to her husband, Mr. Otis.

"What's wrong with your son? Ten years have passed since they got engaged. As of now why they are not also married, if they decide to split up, immediately find a new candidate for Alan!" Oppa Ade said.

At the age of oppa Ade, he should have had a sweet and funny great-grandchild, unfortunately Alan was too slow for that.

"Call Seren now!" Oppa Ade said again, this time he was really serious about his decision to immediately marry his only grandson, Alan Wijaya.

"Dad, we better ask Alan first before we call Seren! I'm afraid Alan will misunderstand the decision we're about to make. He's not a kid, let him choose his path." Bu Nani tries to convince oppa Ade not to rush into making a decision.

"Mothers. Please persuade dad, I don't like it when our family fights over trivialities." Bu Nani tries to convince Ochi's omma, but unfortunately the woman is more supportive of her husband. He left the dinner table without saying a word and it made Nani's mom even more depressed.

Bu Nani tried to contact Alan's mobile number, many times connected many times there was also no answer.

"Aistt. Why isn't this silly kid picking up his phone, is he avoiding me? This time mama won't let you go Alan." Ms. Nani was furious, she asked her bodyguard to spy on Alan's activities.

"Cool, actually what have you done to make Alan not want to marry you...?" Lirih bu Bu Nani slowly while thinking to himself, there is no way he asked Alan. It was obvious that the boy would not answer his question.

"For now I'll talk to Seren. But it's best not to invite him home." Ms. Nani went to her room to pick up the car keys.

...***...

"Mama always asked me to marry Seren right away, even if I couldn't be around her for a second, then how would I spend my whole life with a woman like her."

I sat pensively thinking about the time I spent loving Seren, the wasted time. And now I regret it so much.

The sun may sink into its atmosphere and rise again as before, but my love is like a broken glass that can never be repaired because its destruction will only hurt the person affected by the shard. I'm broken and don't know what to do?

Sometimes I feel tired of myself, for what I force myself to smile in front of others if I myself do not want to do it.

Tomorrow we have to meet at Restaurant Gold. I'm expecting you... Dear.💕💙💕

I sighed, rude.

I was really upset to read the short message Seren sent. The darling? Those words made me want to vomit.

Alan. Alan. You're in big trouble if your mama asks you to marry a woman as bad as Seren. Lirihku slowly as he moved into the room and closed the Balcony door.

...***...

It was a drizzling rain that day, though Fazila was still eagerly walking towards the school. The child is always eager to learn. Not a day does he laze like other children, and his Qur'an? Don't ask anymore, because it's always with him.

"Fazila. Later after school we go to my house, huh...?" Said one of the children walking with Fazila.

"can't. Today we have to muraja'ah with Kiai's grandfather."

"Otherwise, does it have to be every day? It's okay to have fun for today! Kiai Hasan won't scold us." Saying the child's puffed up, trying to convince Fazila with his casual speech.

"Can't be Amir. Ummi would scold me if he knew I was truant." Fazila said, stopping her footsteps.

"Well, if that's the case. I'll talk to Fatimah's aunt. I'm sure Fatimah's aunt won't be mad." Said the puffed-up boy again.

"I know ummi won't get mad! I'm just afraid what ummi said would happen to me." Fazila remembered every word he said.

"What did Fatimah's aunt tell you?" Said the little girl standing right next to Fazila.

"Ummi always said, that the memorization of the Quran is easier to lose than the Camel bound." Fazila said plainly, the three friends who walked with him did not understand the max of his words.

"The Color of the Recitation of the Qur'an is easy to disappear, we must be diligent for Muraja'ah, and I do not want the Quran to disappear from my memory." Fazila said again while looking at the three companions standing in front of her.

A good friend is like a light, a light that will lead you to the path of goodness.

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