Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 68's

"Your Umrah home is so sassy, so good," said Opa with an unhappy face. "That's what you got from the Holy Land?"

"Many things I got in the Two Holy Cities" Al said as he opened the door of Oma's room and put a travel bag on the side of the bed, hand bag placed on a small table. While his belongings are stored Arya in the corner of the room, near three large-sized packages. Then Al looked at his eyes. "Why do you know why Oma went to the Holy Land?"

Opa was silent waiting for the continuation of his words.

"How hard is the struggle to find a sense of sincerity, so that Oma forgets her fatigue. When Oma was sincere, it was the last moment of her life."

"You have realized the dream of Oma, my son," said Mr. Haikal amazed and wanted to close the topic. "Everyone's dream."

"What's that?"

"You can make Oma pray behind the Grand Imam of the Grand Mosque, bringing Oma to see directly the tomb of the Prophet through Babussalam, and other wonders of the blessed city."

"Oma wanted to meet the Prophet because of her obedience to her husband."

"Sir Al is very strong," sambar Arya. "So it went viral in this village. I'm so proud of her as her sister."

"But I'm not proud to be your brother."

"There's a time to make a brother proud."

"When I'm in the Holy Land, that's the time. In each of my prayers my sister's name was tucked away. Why am I saying this? How I want to see you make me proud Dad and Mom."

Arya smiled happily. "Thank you for praying. Oh yeah, what's Al gonna drink?"

"You don't know my drink?" stare Al sharp. "How long has it been my sister?"

"Rome of Umrah to be a baby." Arya left the room.

"I'm ilfeel," grumbled Al, "had a sister of inattentiveness."

"Parjo" said Ma'am Haikal.

"Parno," ralat Al. "Al's wrong, Mom?"

"Bangetpus. Your sister at every finish of prayer is not usually salaried, sometimes until late at night. He was very afraid of losing his brother, especially when an accident occurred on a neighboring airline plane. Tahajudnya more diligent. Every night your name is called. Know who tries to clean your room every day? Mum and Bi Umi get to the first."

Arya appeared again carrying a cup of warm green tea and thrust the cup to her brother while saying, "I made it myself, according to the dose made by the Aunt."

Al received the cup and took a slight sip. Heat. He put it on a little table.

"My sister is very kind," commented Al half-literate. "May it not be because of much."

"Well, what the fuck, brother?"

"The package from Makkah hasn't come yet?"

"Two days ago. There are five dus. It's not open yet."

"The biggest one is yours."

"Thank you, Brother." Arya hugged Al with pleasure. "Sister Al is the best brother in the world."

"And you're the best sister in RT."

"Just se-RT?"

"That's all because I don't have a sister anymore."

Arya hurriedly went out of the room.

"Where?" tegur Bu Haikal's.

"Go home" said Arya without looking. "Dismantle-by."

Opa looked at Al softly. "There's a message in Oma's last moments?"

"much. And that message Oma delivers every day."

"What message?"

Al looked at the corner of the room. "On that package. One for the house, one for Opa, one for Jennifer. The other package is sent directly to the extended family in Jakarta."

"There's a special message other than the package?"

"The package is Oma's special message."

"Other message?"

Al looked at Opa indifferently. "What other orders? The package already describes everything."

"Oma never told me about her hatred?" jennifer asked directly to the target, impatient. "Don't ask Opa to divorce me?"

"Just open the package. Is there a story?"

Intrigued Jennifer opens the package. Inside was a small box of gold watches, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, and diamond-eyed rings. Then there are several sets of modern-day-modeled Muslim clothes made from selected materials.

"Oma wants you to be hijabed, not just at certain events" Al looked overcast. "Oma knew the time was near. The gift is a sign that Oma has sincerely become your successor."

"In the travel bag there are many 7Days chocolate flavor, Oma Al guess deliberately bought Opa favorite cake, but wrongly bought."

"You're mad at Opa, good light?" braggut Bu Haikal soft. "Until you lose your ethics."

"Al hate this situation. Al had a hunch of Oma's age soon, but Al followed his every wish just for a sincere feeling that should not be there, until Oma was exhausted. That's the doctor's verdict on COD."

"You want to oppose the sunna of the Prophet?" look at the cloudy Opa. "Do not dispute what is lawful to you."

"The question is, why did Opa dare to sacrifice for this one sunah, while the other sunahs were done in passing? Even a lot of things haven't been done?"

Ma'am Haikal reminded his son. "Control yourself, good light."

"Al's just empathy if this fact isn't easy for Oma."

"You have taken Oma to the most glorious place, met a chosen human being, and died in the Holy City that everyone dreams of."

Al sat on the side of the bed. Silent contemplate. After his mind calmed down somewhat, his eyes rolled on both of his parents. "Riany wanted to get married before leaving for Medina."

They're shocked.

"That's the time until this weekend?" look at Mr. Haikal half in disbelief. "What about your college?"

Al smiled blandly. Having just returned home from the Holy Land, his father had not forgotten that classic question.

"As usual" said Al Jemu. "Must get good grades. Otherwise, where dare Al go home?"

"If you're married, you're distracted" Jennifer said. "What part can the newlyweds immediately separate and go to their respective cities?"

"Your first night is not like Opa who does not go out of the room" Al said spicy, even though his marriage at any time did not know. "No bridal room, just a tie. After the wedding, I went to Yogya and Riany went to Madinah."

"What happened in the Holy Land, good?" look at Ma'am Haikal curious. "At least once was her wedding?"

"Many things happen."

"Much?"

Al smiled a little. "It's not like what's on Mom's mind. How brave was that in the Holy City?"

"Tongo."

"Just in case."

"meaning?"

"Let's be halal if Riany occasionally to Yogya."

"You go to Medina."

"Can be the same to Yogya or to Medina. Can't have one room."

"So just because you got married in one bedroom?"

"Not really."

"Then?"

"Many motives."

"What are you Riany?"

"Riany dong, ma'am" said Al Patient. "Riany's getting married in a hurry."

"You alone?"

"How good is it."

"What's that?"

"Capek. Al kepingin's resting."

"Eat first. I've prepared your favorite dishes."

"Later. Not hungry."

"Don't miss Mom's cooking?"

"Rubber."

"Mom take ya to the room? All of you want to hear your story in the Holy City."

"Let's take a break first" cut Mr. Haikal. "Tell me later."

Tumben's understanding father, thought Al suspicious. Do not look for a sponsor again so that you can get the blessing of marriage with Fatimah.

They left the room. Jennifer was the last one to close the door. Al lying in bed. Various thoughts piled up in his head.