Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 78: Aa is great
Fahira was sitting next to the newly arrived Sabilla, his palm was on his thigh, Sabilla looked tense. Did Wafi complain about it? the guess is right, because it is too troubling and makes people lose around him, Wafi complained to Fahira Sabilla stupid behavior. Through the phone, with caution and fear his Uwa was offended.
”Can you come with mom for a minute?" fahira and Sabilla were silent.
”Bu, i____,” stopped and got up to dodge, but Fahira held him back.
”Nak,” said Fahira rasak and Sabilla could not refuse.
Fahira gets up first and Sabilla follows him, Sabilla's hand is pulled slowly by her mother, she is taken out of Chairil's house. Inside was also very crowded, making Fahira who had a respiratory disorder not strong, she felt relieved after outside, breathing fresh air. Around the house, a lot of empty land, overgrown with towering trees. Makes the air so comfortable. Obviously, because the village is still awake.
Fahira brought Sabilla to the side of the house, Sabilla was already sweating coldly at this moment.
”Son, I let you stay here to teach, not to throw tantrums, you're an adult, you want a head of three. Mom and dad are old, can't we be nice to calm down, son?” fahira and Sabilla bowed. Fahira held both shoulders of his son and Sabilla remained silent.” Mother and father have agreed, to match you,” continued and make Sabilla's head lifted, with both eyes that immediately watery he looked at his mother.
”Bu, I don't want to!" firmly refused and Fahira looked at him sharply.” Why am I always in the spotlight? is it because I'm a widow?”
”You are widowed and you are descendants of Majdi, do not use our big family name for personal gain. Conscious boy! you're wrong, understand that. I'm here, not only to come, but also to pick up,” Fahira and Sabilla's tears keep dripping great. Sobs began to sound, he did not want to leave, but it was also because of his own actions.
”Bu, I'm sorry. I'm not going to repeat everything, ma'am?"
”No darling, we're home. Not only are you in the spotlight, but all of our families, let alone Wafi. He has been suffering for too long son, let him be happy with Shafiyah, I know you like Wafi since a long time, right?” he said it was full of emphasis.
The deg! Sabilla's frozen, her mother knows? and he could only duck at this moment.
”You still hope to be the same Wafi? he's married, don't try to go in for second, that's a bad deed Salsabila!" fahira's voice was heavy, and his eyes were teary. His hand moved from his shoulder to his son's waist, pulled him gently and he hugged Sabilla tightly.
”Bu hicks! I don't want to marry again. It's nothing Mom!"
”You are not dear Raihanah, who can resist the desire for men and uphold the love for her late husband. Your behavior to Khalisah because of Wafi, it is enough to prove that you are low, dear Istighfar! when did you teach you that. Shame son, remember shame is self-esteem for a Muslim woman,” he added softly, unceasingly the hand was stroking his daughter's head. Sabilla continued to cry on her mother's chest, she realized with her mother's words, why could she do such a lowly thing? she was caliphate, she forgot with a sudden sense of shame lost from her soul when she saw the figure of Wafi, whom she had loved for a long time.
...-----...
...✍️...
In the shop, Wafi the arrival of her father-in-law. The two sat down to enjoy a warm tea and cake. He also prepared some cakes to take his father-in-law home.
”Dad, I'm afraid mom is angry,” wilih Wafi. She was afraid that her homemade cake was thrown away by her mother-in-law, mutajir, making it hard.
”Let father get angry behind him, if he gets angry!” Herman chuckled and Wafi just smiled.” Shafiyah home in the afternoon?” tanyakanya.
”So 2 o'clock already home well, I picked him up, but I'm anterin to the house, if here he can not rest. Noisy, the sound of the vehicle,” he answered meekly and Herman nodded his head.
”If anything says yes, don't hesitate.”
”Iya, ready,” said Wafi and Herman noticed it.
After he finished talking with his son-in-law, Herman said goodbye to go home soon. Wafi let go of her in-laws by continuing to pay attention until the car left the shop area. Wafi smiled and glanced at his watch, it was already afternoon. After Magrib, he, Moses, and Salam will go to market events. Apparently, Wafi got a special invitation from the pesantren there.
Market: book learning activities in bulk.
Wafi immediately went home leaving his two employees. He rode a motorcycle at moderate speed, the man wearing a sarong and Koko's shirt was a concern of the girls, especially the Ukhti.
At home, Shafiyah was sitting with Bayyin in her room. The pregnant women are busy surfing social media. Shafiyah turned her head as the door opened, Fahira came in and approached her.
”Neng, Mumu when to go home? want a Pilgrimage, right?” said Fahira.
”Maybe soon arrive, last time you want to go home chat Fiyah because,” said Shafiyah and Fahira smiled.
”Yes already, we wait for him then.” Fahira spoke and the sound of the motor made the three speechless.
”It's a Wafi home,” says Shafiyah.
”Ya is ready, we Pilgrimage together,” said Fahira as he got up from his seat and passed away to see Wafi.
”I'm not coming?" bayyin said to his brother-in-law.
”Not coming is also okay,” added Shafiyah who saw Bayyin exhausted.
”I told you it was the same Umi." Bayyin got up from the bed and Shafiyah gave him her walking stick. Bayyin left and Shafiyah tidied up her veil.
Shafiyah turned her head as a man came in and closed the door, and locked it slowly, who else if not her husband, the girl snickered and Wafi approached.
”Assalamu'alaikum darling."
”Wa'alaikumus Salaam.”
”Why not get out?”
”This just want to come out, you are in, why locked? outside people must be laughing at us and thinking strangely, let's go out bi." Take Shafiyah and then softly greet her husband's hands.
”Ya biarin, it's legal too,” her mouth as she stroked Shafiyah's big belly." Want to go to the tomb? already afternoon, do not have to follow ya, same Bayyin only at home.”
”Yeah! I want to follow bi." The girl looked sad.
”Kan could be another time, now, limit her slack first, I'm afraid, you'll be pregnant baby, it's twilight, not good. Nurut ya,” he said persuaded and Shafiyah finally nodded according. Wafi smiled then kissed his wife's forehead at a glance. The two of them stepped together towards the door, opened the door and went out in turn.
”Udah ready for you?" ask Ahmad.
”Iya.” Wafi.
”You are at home, don't go anywhere,” said Raihanah and the two pregnant women nodded together.
”Bikin yuk noodles!" bring Bayyin.
”I am not allowed the same a Wafi," said Shafiyah whispered and Bayyin was silent for a moment, then rubbed Shafiyah's shoulder.
”Aa how is it?” asked Bayyin who was suddenly curious.
Shafiyah smiled, not answering.
”Ih, even diem! too bad?" accuse Bayyin and Shafiyah of chortling.
”Hehe yes, little,” he said with a giggle and Bayyin laughed.
”Haha, he is so, do not enter the heart, he loves you, so like to overdo it. Same me, same umi, same Niyyah too," said Bayyin and Shafiyah looking at him fixedly.
”Iya, a Wafi dear the three of you.”
”Sadly much bigger for you."
"No, it should be more dear umi a Wafi.”
Bayyin smiled hearing that, then he hugged Shafiyah's body slowly and Shafiyah smiled as she let him.
At the tomb, after entering the burial area, Raihanah's body goosebumps, she steps behind Wafi who leads everything. He looked at the sturdy back of his son, from behind, Wafi was the same as Gus Fashan. The way he walks, the way he talks, the way he rubs his hair especially now that Wafi covers his head with a turban cloth, is the same and makes the longing in the chest of the old woman turbulent. Raihanah's body staggered at the sight of her late husband's tombstone.
Afsheen from behind instantly helps uminya stand back.” Umi," said Afsheen heavily. Wafi turned his head and gasped at the sight of his clothes dirty because of the red soil of the cemetery.
”Rai,” exciting Fahira hoarse.
Wafi embraced her uminya shoulder tightly and Raihanah embraced her son's waist. Wafi walked slowly, following his usual weak steps. Raihanah crouched down and stared at her husband's tombstone.
”Assalamu'alaikum dear, how many years have we been separated? I can't be a good Muslim woman and Sholehah, can we be together again in Allah's paradise? your sweet smile continues to be imagined, snapped and your voice of praise is still clearly ringing. Children are married, we will have grandchildren, if you are here, you must be the most excited. Honey, my husband, are you proud? to me, who has fought alone? I'm sure you're proud, and I miss the praise of your sweet lips,” Raihanah said inwardly, tearful as her hands stretched out stroking and rubbing the husband's tombstone. His children cleaned the dry leaves that fell on the tomb.
The others, cleaning the tombs of Gus Farhan and Umi Nailah. Wafi occasionally glanced at uminya who continued to cry, as well as Fahira.
Fashan, his twin brother, his sister whom he had always felt his presence, asked him back was impossible. He would be foolish to wish his twin brother back home, a man born after five minutes of his birth, to leave without saying goodbye. The most painful parting for others is betrayal, but parting because death is so much excruciating pain and inner torment.
”Shan, Hira kangen Shan,” said Fahira was unconscious and everyone turned to him. Wafi turned away with both eyes that nourished the tears. She strong? of course not, the longing for his father is very torturous (.😭).
”Mu, let's start." Ahmad and Wafi looked.
”Chairil, please lead,” Wafi's word to Chairil to replace him. Chairil was confused and Raihanah grabbed his son's hand, Wafi finally agreed to lead the prayer.
Wafi finally led the prayer, with a soft, heavy voice and repeatedly choked. All of them bowed solemnly while raising their hands.
After he finished, everything was silent for a moment and Wafi rubbed his father's tombstone slowly, then he stood up and helped uminya.
”We go home,” take Wafi and embrace his umyad shoulder. Everyone went home together. Arriving at home, the Maghrib congregated and everything was ready for prayer. After Maghrib, the Fahira family will return home, to Jakarta.
After Fahira prayed, he checked the items back.
”Be careful tea,” said Raihanah who still wears mukena and out of her room. Fahira turned his head and smiled, he approached and hugged Raihanah tightly.
”Sorry, make a fuss,” whispered Fahira.
”Absolutely not, I'm glad you all came," replied Raihanah.
”Thank you, it's been strong until this second, you're amazing Raihanah, the pride in my heart, must be the same as the pride in my twin's heart," fahira and Raihanah could not hold back their tears. He sobbed and tightened his arms, the two cried together and the newly dropped Shafiyah with Afsheen fell silent. Afsheen Meleos left where she stood. Both of her eyes were watering and she went to the kitchen.
Once everything was ready, everyone gathered outside and got into the car alternately. Sabilla who had entered silently watched Wafi, who was next to Shafiyah. His chest was tight, out of jealousy, jealous without status, let alone considered.
”Assalamu'alaikum!" serami Ahmad's.
”Wa'alaikumus Salaam." Answer everything.
The two cars drove slowly, Wafi retreated away and left without anyone knowing. After the car exited through the boarding gate, the Raihanah family entered. Shafiyah was looking for her husband's whereabouts but she didn't know where her husband was going.
Shafiyah stared at the second floor for quite a while, until she finally went up to look into the room. Arriving in front of the room door, he pulled the doorknob slowly.
”Abi." Calling her softly, she was speechless seeing Wafi sitting on the chair in front of her work desk. In the corner of the room by the window. The man lowered his head until it stuck to the table and both his hands blocked his face from both sides. Shafiyah slowly approached, seeing that her husband looked strange and it was impossible to sleep this fast.
”Bi,” said back. She had gotten behind her husband but Wafi remained silent. Shafiyah's hands stretched out and stroked her husband's shoulders, Wafi suddenly turned around with a red face, tears welled up and directly hugged his wife's waist, her face sinking in Shafiyah's big belly. The sound of sobbing began to dominate the entire room, Shafiyah kept silent and stroked her husband's hair.
”Fiyah know, aa kangen is not the same abi Fashan? We're all the same.
Aa great yes, have been able to take care of everyone replace Pak kyai, take care of pesantren as well, take care of the household and it's amazing. Pak Kyai must be proud of abi, cry it's okay, Fiyah here,” said Shafiyah rasak. Her tears welled up her cheeks, and several circles fell on her husband's head.
Wafi was speechless, she was just crying and needed a hug. Shafiyah defended her husband's hair constantly, waiting until the man calmed down and finished with her longing cry and grief.
That was Wafi, strong in front of everyone, but not with her own time, only Shafiyah who had just seen the cry of her destruction, a great cry full of pain and longing. A man who is forced to grow up from childhood, take care of and take responsibility for the family, even though he himself still needs the protection of a complete parent figure.
He never complained, boys like Wafi are many, lucky families who have a figure like him. Hard on the outside but soft on the inside, cold on the outside but warm while giving a hug. It, Wafi Muzammil.