I Found It
Satu

...Zainuddin Abdul Madjid International Airport, Lombok, Mataram....

His long legs skirted the density of the airport. His blaster face looked handsome in the twilight. His brownish hair fluttered slowly due to the wind. It has started to enter in September, meaning that the rainy season will soon hit Indonesia.

Her greenish net looked around. Just making sure his presence is awaited by someone. Don't want more chestnut, he'll stop the cab immediately.

"Where do you want to go, sir?"

"Caffe's nearby sir."

"Bule pinter in Indonesian,"

The driver was amazed, because the young man behind him was using Indonesian instead of with a strange accent like other tourists. Looks like the young man is quite fluent in Indonesian.

"Turis, deck?"

"You could say that, sir."

"Quite fluent in the language" he commented softly. Ananta just chuckled softly while nodding.

Ananta looked around the street. Mataram, the purpose of his family is settled now. Grandparents and grandmothers from the Father's side are indeed native Indonesian. They previously lived in Paris. But now his family decided to return to Indonesia. His sister also has a duty here. In one of the big hospitals in Mataram as one of the Surgeons.

"The view is beautiful sir,"

"If you compare the same old days, now it's not beautiful anymore, deck."

Ananta just nodded slowly. His childhood was spent in Paris. But his family occasionally came to Indonesia to visit his grandparents and father. Therefore Ananta is quite fluent in the language.

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llahu Akbar Allahu Akbar's

Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar

Asyhadu Allahu Ila Hailallah

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Ananta touched his chest. Always like this every foot hears the chanting of the holy scriptures of Muslims and hears the voice of the Adhan. His heart calmed down. His heart beat. But not pain, more comfort. Things he always wanted to get every time.

"Why, Sir? "

Ananta glanced at the driver who looked nervous. The driver glanced at the rearview with doubt.

"May we stop by the nearest mosque. I want to pray first."

"By dong Pak. Who would refuse this worship."

The driver nodded, running his car towards the mosque at the end of the road. While Ananta is silenced, locking himself in the mind.

"Let's Deck, you guys, you guys"

Ananta got out of the car following the Driver.

"Mr go first. I don't pray,"

The driver's eyes widened. But then his face returned to normal. Nod in. He was rushed to the mosque.

Ananta just looked at her with a smile. Touching his chest, "where the calm was," his whisper softly.

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About 2 hours drive due to traffic jams due to hours of commuting to work. Finally, Ananta arrived home. Father, Mother, Brother and sister did leave first to Indonesia. Ananta left later because there was a school business that he had to sort out about the transfer of schools. Now he is in the 2nd grade of High School.

Ananta pushed the door slowly. His steps entered the deserted house. My mom and dad are busy working. Brother is in the hospital and his little sister must be shopping.

"Den, Aunt didn't hear Aden's voice."

Ananta stared with a small smile at his maid - perhaps, he thought.

"Auntie knows who I am? "

"Know Den, Wong at home there is a photo of Aden with the family."

Ananta nodded

"Aunt Java? "

"Call me Aunt Inem."

Ananta nodded enthusiastically.

"May dong when do I learn Javanese."

"By dong Den, God willing later aunt teaches. Ehh-til you forget. Aden wants to eat whatever he wants to rest first."

"Yes, Mr. Madam has a job. If Miss Didi was in the hospital. Miss Chella came out with her friend."

"Chella Uda has a friend, Bi,"

"Yes, like his schoolmate Den."

Ananta nodded, then allowed a farewell to his room. His body needs rest.

"Auntie don't get built."

Shouts on the stairs. Not what. Ananta when sleeping woke up dizzy tip. He better wake up on his own. Strange indeed.

After arriving at his room. Ananta put his suitcase in the corner of the room. His body went into the bathroom. After washing your face. Then he came out and immediately lay on the bed. It didn't take long until he fell asleep.

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وَاذۡكُرۡ فِى الۡـكِتٰبِ مَرۡيَمَ‌ۘ اِذِ انْتَبَذَتۡ مِنۡ اَهۡلِهَا مَكَانًا شَرۡقِيًّا

And tell (Muhammad) the story of Maryam in the Book (Qur'an), (i.e.,) when he exiled from his family to a place in the east (Baitulmaqdis), (i.e.,),

فَاتَّخَذَتۡ مِنۡ دُوۡنِهِمۡ حِجَابًا ۖفَاَرۡسَلۡنَاۤ اِلَيۡهَا رُوۡحَنَا فَتَمَثَّلَ لَهَا بَشَرًا سَوِيًّا

then he put up a veil (which protected him) from them; and We sent Our spirit (Jibril) to him, and he appeared before him in perfect human form.

قَالَتۡ اِنِّىۡۤ اَعُوۡذُ بِالرَّحۡمٰنِ مِنۡكَ اِنۡ كُنۡتَ تَقِيًّا‏

He (Maryam) said, "Really, I take refuge in the Most Merciful Lord of you, if you are a righteous one."

‌قَالَ اِنَّمَاۤ اَنَا رَسُوۡلُ رَبِّكِ ‌ ۖ لِاَهَبَ لَـكِ غُلٰمًا زَكِيًّا

He (Jibril) said, "I am but a messenger of your Lord, to give you a holy son."

قَالَتۡ اَنّٰى يَكُوۡنُ لِىۡ غُلٰمٌ وَّلَمۡ يَمۡسَسۡنِىۡ بَشَرٌ وَّلَمۡ اَكُ بَغِيًّا

He (Maryam) said, "How can I have a son, when no one (boy) has ever touched me and I am not an adulterer!"

صَدَقَ اللهُ اْلعَظِيْمُ

Husna closed his Qur'an after kissing it solemnly. The daily agenda is to read the Surah Maryam. Surah favorite. She was eager as Mother Maryam always kept her obedience to the Khaliq.

Feeling the kiss on the top of his head made Husna turn his head. Staring affectionately at the Mother who returned a smile to saturate her.

"Have you eaten the cure, dear? "

"Alhamdulillah, it's Mah."

"Alhamdulillah, "

In her heart Husna was eager to give up swallowing some sizable pills making her quite tired all this time. But for the sake of wanting to see the many smiles on his parents' faces. Husna was determined to fight once more. At least make his parents proud before his body is buried in the ground. No one really knows when death comes. But the doctor's verdict made him pessimistic.

Remember baby, the doctor may decide but the real judge is Allahu alone. Mamah believes that this powerful mama princess will continue to survive with mamah and papah.

Husna remembered his mother's message. The woman who gave birth to him always gave him a motivation boost. Always smiling for him even though he knew in the third of the night his mother was crying, pleading with the Khaliq for his recovery.

While his papa always smiled tirelessly working for the medical costs are indeed expensive. But he still lived it with sincerity.

Don't worry about papah, son. You are healthy and always with us it has made Papah happy.

It felt like Husna wanted to cry out. He was grateful to be born to parents who loved him very much. For their sake, he had to endure once more. For the smile of his parents.

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