Garden Benches
Imagery Ravishment

Imagery Ravishment

The excitement makes us worry about something that is actually already running in its groove. So, relax

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"Ar, you should have reminded me from the beginning!"

The voice of the image sounded loudly from the middle room. I opened my eyes, looked at the wall of the room, my head was dizzy. I touched my forehead, it's hot. Am I having a fever? Why does my head feel so heavy?

"With his wife, Cit. What right do I have to try, prohibit Gie from meeting him?"

Ardi's reply sounded relaxed, greeted by a snort of annoyed image that seemed to be his riled up.

"But ..."

"Sit down, Cit, be patient,"

It was Lidya's voice, soft and flat as ever.

"I fear that if this continues, it will disturb his soul and mind ..."

The tone of voice of the image gradually decreased. I tried to get up from sleep, my eyes turning. I calmed myself for a moment, gathered a glance and then tried to step up. Staggered I tried to lean against the cupboard and the wall to reach the door.

Clamps

"Gie!?"

Ardi immediately stood up, looking at me towards the living room, where they were chatting.

"You still dizzy?Just take a break, Gie!"

I grimaced. Ardi sat me on the sofa, then put the seat pad on my right.

"Have just slept," he said again.

"Trims, when are you back, Ar?"

I saw Citra speechless looking at me, while Lidya walked back towards the kitchen.

"I was here last night, Gie. But you have a high fever,"

"Ohhh ..."

"Citra said, did you play rain yesterday?"

"Hehehe ..."

I laughed but my head was still heavy, until I finally just pulled my lips while enduring the pain.

Lidya brought a napan containing warm tea and a plate of fried bananas made by Bik Nah.

"Where's Ghifa?"

My eyes swept the room.

"Suspend at Eyang's house,"

Lidya replied as she pulled her lips, I frowned.

"Mother and Ghifa came, telling me that Citra came to the house this morning, our Yaudah came here, Ghifa and I were detained by Eyang," Ardi said.

"Oohh ... Ghifa's been eating yet?" my many.

Usually on Sunday mornings, Ghifa I take a walk around the complex while feeding it with porridge or vegetable team rice.

Today after the morning prayers I did sitting down, I fell asleep again because my head was heavy.

"Here you go, Mom's bribing you, bring a push bike."

"Oohh...."

"Come on, Cit ... minus the tea," asked Lidya, then sat down next to Ardi. I see them, what a matching couple. Luckily I have people who are always ready to help. You must be happy too, right, Laras? Ah if you were here.

While Citra who was sitting across the table from where I was lying, just nodded. It seems he still has something to say.

"Gie," call Ardi.

"Hmmm ...."

"Say Image, yesterday ..."

"Yes," cut me fast while keeping my eyes closed.

"So, Laras is there?"

My protest, then I tried to sit with a lean, piles of seat pads to support my body from the left side. It felt like my typus was relapsing, dizzy, the view from earlier was still circling.

"Sorry .. sorry, I thought you were, um, Gie ..."

"Let's drink first,"

Lidya broke the stiffness, recommended a cup of tea, to Ardi. Then he glanced, pointing with his eyes at me.

Ardi handed me that cup of tea. I received it with a slight tremble.

"Thank you,"

The atmosphere was silent, Citra had not made a sound since I was there.

"Thank you Cit,"

I saw Citra nodding.

"I'm worried about you, Gie," Citra said softly.

I pulled a bitter smile.

"Was it stuck, so he .. he..."

"Name Laras, Cit,"

"Yes, umh Laras, what is it that makes Laras still there?"

I shook my head in a huff.

"I don't know what you mean, Cit. All I know is that Laras and I promised to help Ghifa grow up."

My voice trembled, between my mouth that felt warm and bitter, and my heart that would not accept if you were said to be unnatural. I saw Citra looking down.

"Do you consider Laras, a ghost? Did Laras do you any harm?"

"But... Gie, you should also know, he is not Laras in the real sense, not when someone has died ... Eee ..."

The image stopped saying, he hesitated to continue his opinion. The front hair is then carried behind the ears.

We're speechless.

I sighed, you know Laras, accepting your loss is not easy for me. But I'm trying to keep my sanity for Ghifa's sake.

And when I met you back on that park bench, my chest stopped. What the hell is wrong with you?What's wrong with me? What's wrong with us?

For days I was raging between joy and worry. Losing yourself starts to heal after every evening from 4pm to 5pm to 37 minutes I can be with you.

I don't know why it's just there, on the park bench and at that hour you're. Not even you can resist, or ask.

It's not that I keep quiet about all this, even I try to figure it out. The truth is that God became a sure thing for the creatures of God on earth. And even the schedule of human death has been established when still in the womb, when the spirit is blown by angels.

No matter how strong the protection man makes, he will die when the angel of death is scheduled to come to pick him up. And in this condition, the spirit must part with the body.

Then where exactly is the existence of the spirit after death until the apocalypse comes? Shaykh Ibn Qayyim al Jauziy in his book, Spirit, wants to raise this phenomenon.

In the discussion of the chapter, Ibn Qayyim begins with the question, is the spirit in heaven or on earth? Is the spirit in heaven or hell? Was he placed in a body that was not his body that was once occupied, and was he tortured or given pleasure in that body? Or, does the spirit stand alone in the sense of being detached from the body?

The question of the spirit was in the days of the Prophet and the Companions. Allah has commanded His Messenger to answer. The Spirit is the business of my Lord. (QS al - Israel: 85).

I let my breath go, I breathed back my warm tea. Am I not just a human being who can only live?

"Are you sure, if he's not the real Laras?" cercak.

Deg

The image looked up, looking at me with both full round eyes. While I sat down with a little leaning my body forward. I cupped my hands between my knees to maintain my sitting balance. I reply to Citra's vexed gaze flatly.

"I'm sorry, Gie ..." Citra said then looked down again.

Silent.

"Hemm .., Come Cit, drink the tea, go cold." exclaimed Lidya breaking the ice.

Lidya throws a smile between her neat purple veil covering her head. Ardi's wife then brought a cup of tea towards Citra and sat down beside him. The image rushed to drink it to eliminate clumsiness. While Ardi patted my shoulder casually.

"Other times, if you want a rain shower smart Gie, so do not continue to hurt like gini," led Ardi with a hilarious tone.

All chuckling.

Laras, I really should be grateful to have a friend like them. Like you said, that friend never stops greeting us with his heart.

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