Innallaha Ma'Ana (Verily Allah is With Us)
Chapters 1. Losing a Loved One
Chapter 1
"Astaghfirullahal. O Allah protect us all," muttered the Lord when he felt that the speed of the bus was unstable.
Heavy rain and the occasional loud sound of thunder colored the universe at this time. When everyone chooses to live in the house, there are a small number of people who are desperate to do their daily activities on this earth. As Dewa did, an inter-provincial bus driver. He still drove his vehicle on the foggy road due to the heavy rain and the great wind. The man rode carefully, for he had carried several passengers.
However, when the bus was in Punjakan Sejuta, which is famous as a death bend because the terrain was steep uphill and turn. Many vehicles have frequent accidents there. Because, the person is not good at driving a vehicle on such terrain, uphill and winding.
The rain this time is different from usual, in addition to falling very fast and often accompanied by lightning, also landslides. Although the landslide did not reach the road, but the flow of water mixed with clay that resulted in the road more slippery.
So he also asked the passengers to find a handle when going uphill. However, from the opposite there was a truck that was about to go down the Million Rise was visible because the rain water mixed with mud. The truck rolled into the middle of the road and slid down, and hit a bus driven by a god who happened to be climbing. Collisions are also inevitable.
"Allahuacbar!" shouted the passenger who was sitting in the front seat.
"Astaghfirullahal'adzim." The gods are back.
"Yahah!"
The screams of the bus passengers followed by the loud impact of the iron object deafened the ears of those who heard it. The bus driven by the Gods fell into the abyss that was by his side. The road barrier is damaged and has not been repaired due to an accident that occurred yesterday. The bus rolled to a depth of about 25 meters as it was held back by several large trees.
Before the bus crashed into the ravine, it had hit a Ferrari car in front of it. Fortunately, the car did not fall into the abyss.
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A family picture frame fell in a narrow room, but it looked clean. Seeing that, a beautiful woman picked up her glass shards. She was afraid that her children would get hurt.
"Mother, are you going home tonight?" ask a 9-year-old girl while guiding her youngest brother.
"Hopefully we can go home. Aqilah, please get me a broom! Attar, you're sitting on a chair, huh? There was a lot of broken glass on the floor" said Rinjani, the mother of the two children.
Aqilah also handed over the broom. How sad he was when he saw the only picture frame was now turned into a wreck.
"Mom, are you okay?" ask Aqiah with a sad facial expression. He suddenly remembered the man who had always supported him.
"May God always take care of my father. Wherever you are now" replied Rinjani.
***
At night Rinjani felt uneasy, the husband did not give any news. He should have come home an hour ago. However, until now has not returned the message. The beautiful woman was just pacing around the door of her house which was very, very simple.
Ringing the phone on the phone makes himself rush to pick up and see who made the call. However, the number did not belong to her husband. Then, he pressed the phone sign button on his keys.
"Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Good night, is this true with the family of Mr Dewa, the bus driver of Harapan Jaya?"
Rinjani's heart suddenly beat very fast. She felt that something had happened to her husband.
"I-yes, right."
"We, from the Mekarjaya Police, would like to tell my mother that the Pak Dewa bus was in an accident and all the passengers, drivers, and kernets died. Right now the whole body is in a public hospital."
Rinjani's legs felt limp, to the point of not being able to support her body anymore. The instant veiled woman now fell on the cold floor. Her beautiful Netra was now wet with tears.
"Astaghfirullahal. My God .. why does this happen."
***
After taking care of some procedures with her superior God, Rinjani can go home with her husband's body. The mourners also came to the small house alternately. The tears of the woman and her three young children still color the atmosphere there.
The word ustadz was justified by the surrounding residents. Prayers are best spoken by pilgrims for the Gods and this becomes a comfort to Rinjani in his grief.
***
Not even the red land dried up, there were some people coming to Rinjani's house. They claimed to be the brother of the victim who died from a bus accident. They asked Rinjani to compensate because the compensation from Jasa Raharja had not been received, while their families needed money.
"Are you not ashamed to ask a poor widow for compensation!" shouted Bu RT when he saw some people shouting in front of Rinjani's house.
"Our family also costs money for survival. Our son is sick and hungry, so we have the right to hold accountable the family of the driver who made our family die" one elderly woman replied and was justified by the others.
Rinjani who does not like the commotion and it is true that her husband also drove the bus, finally chose to negotiate. He made a black deal on white and stamped on to those guys. The mother of three children is willing to give each family a money of one million rupiah, according to her ability. All his savings were distributed.
Aqilah, Azzam, and Attar who watched as her mother was suppressed by those people, could only cry in the corner of the room. Things like this are the first time they've seen. However, seeing the bravery and talkative prowess of the women who had raised them, made the three boys sure everything would be fine.
***
In the afternoon of their home came the great high-bodied men. Aqilah, Azzam, and Attar who were playing on the porch of the house were terrified. They ran inside and called his mother who was cooking fried tempeh.
"Mom, there's a guest!" shout Azzam.
Rinjani rushed to the front of the house to see who the guest was. He saw a man who was thought to be about the same age as him, standing in a flank by two bodyguards.
"Is this really the house of the driver who died in Pamakan Sejuta, yesterday?" ask the man.
"Yes, right. You who?" ask Rinjani back.
"Me, Dirga. The owner of the Ferrari, who was hit by a bus driven by Mr. Dewa, replied the handsome-looking man, but was horrified by the glare of his sharp eyes.
"Astaghfirullahal. Why did the accident leave so much trouble on me," muttered his widow God.
"I'd like to ask for damages. My car costs 900 million rupiah," continued Dirga.
Hearing the nominal that must be replaced by him, makes Rinjani feel himself hit by a godam. However, his consciousness immediately returned upon hearing his son's voice.
"Om have evidence that the car was damaged by being hit by a bus driven by my father?" asked Azzam who was now standing next to his mother.
"Evidence? Of course you have," replied Dirga. Then, make the person next to him show evidence that his car has been damaged because it was hit by a Harapan Jaya bus.
Rinjani could not dodge anymore, then she asked for everything to be discussed deliberationally. Witnessed by some people in the village, Rinjani and Dirga made a deal despite walking hard.
Rinjani asked the Ridho-an Aqilah and Azzam, their education savings money that had been prepared by God every month, used to pay the compensation money. In addition to saving money to renovate the house he also took all. The jewelry he had sold all.
***
"Master, the money I have is all 150 million. This I use to pay the down payment. The rest will be great," Rinjani said when Dirga returned the next day.
"Alright, it means there are 750 million more for what you have to pay me" Dirga said, staring fixedly at the woman in the coffee veil.
"Yes. May Allah grant our family a smooth sustenance, making it easier for me to pay for all the remaining debt" Rinjani said, looking back at the man who looked like a pearlente.
"I will always check the money that goes into the account number every month" said Dirga, then stand up and go along with the person who always accompanies him.
'O Allah make it easy for me to repay him.' (Kranjani)
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What about Rinjani and her three children? Wait for the continuation of the struggle of a mother in raising, guarding, and fighting for her three children.