LOVE IN TASBIH DETAILS
CHAPTER 45. THE BIGGEST LOSS

After the Ashar prayer, the body of Mr. Sharif was buried. Residents of the village where Mr. Sharif lived were so grieved and lost. He is known as a good man of manners, gentle language and a sincere and sincere mosque takmir.

Aisyah throughout the ceremony, holding Tito's hand wherever she steps. He was silent without even a single tear.

When the people, their neighbors and villagers came and said their condolences, he just nodded even though his face looked pale.

His expression was almost unchanged from when Bram came to Aisyah carrying news of the return of the abah.

"Dad, I'm sorry if..."

"Why, mas?" The neat and beautiful looking Aisyah greeted Bram at the door, smiling widely as Bram arrived. He deliberately came first before the people brought the body.

"Change..." Bram is nervous not overbearing, while trying to find the right sentence to convey the news of his death.

"Why with me?" His black eyebrows rose.

"Change, just got home." Bram never delivered the sad news to anyone, even when Beni, his eldest son died he was only yermangu when his mother told him.

"Come home?"

"It has been..it has gone..."

"Where to?"

"Of the truth, the plague has gone before God forever."

"Well?!!"

Only that word came out from Ayesha's lips.

Those eyes barely blinked staring at Bram.

"Your father must be strong, you.you must be strong for the sake of Tito..."

"I get it. I get it, mom." The sentence was repeated by Aisha, with trembling lips but by God, Bram almost hugged her trying to strengthen the girl. She did not cry but Bram knew, Aisyah was just trying to refrain from crying.

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raaji’un, wa inna ilaa rabbina lamunqalibuun, allahummaktubhu ‘indaka fiil muhsinin, waj’al kitaabahu fii ‘illiyyiin, wakhlufhu fii ahlihi fil ghaabirin, wa laa tahrimnaa ajrimnaa walaa taffinnaa badahu.

O Allah, we belong to Allah and to Him we return. And to our Lord we shall return. O Allah, write him with You among those who do good. Make his note at ‘illiyyin, the place of return of good people. Give us a replacement for the family we left behind. Do not forbid for us his reward, and do not slander us afterwards." Aisyah said the sentence like an unbroken mutter but her lips were trembling, it was said while retreating a few steps into the house.

Bram was stunned to see Aisyah who seemed to be collecting her own life, her attitude made Bram creeps.

"Aisha..relax..." Bram became a little anxious.

"I'm fine." His eyes blinked but were completely tearless.

"Bring you home first, I will prepare a place to lie down to be comfortable. I want to see your face for the last time." Aisyah looked straight at Bram, what a reaction that was beyond Bram's expectations.

She thought Aisyah would cry hysterically, showing her sense of loss emotionally. But what she saw now, Aisyah was expressionless at all, she tried to shut her emotions down with all her might.

"They will bring the abah immediately from the mosque." Bram said, his hands clenched to the right left of his body, trying not to follow his instincts that wanted to bring Aisyah into his arms. He knows what it feels like, trying not to cry when we're so hurt.

Aisyah stood up for a while before then she nodded her head.

Such was the response of Aisyah when she heard the news of the death of a man who had become a father, mother, parents and guidance teacher, relatives of her parents, and parents, and the only one who cared about taking care of himself so lovingly all this time.

Bram knew, Aisyah was going through the biggest loss of her life but was trying to look strong and fine.

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