Love Sholeha
Sorry, bothering

Early in the morning Sholeha awoke from her sleep, at least before the dawn of the Adhan reverberated. I don't know why he woke up so early. The night after Sholeh left in a hurry, he was very disturbed by Sholeh's face which was very worried and full of regret.

He stressed that he did not think strangely of Sholeh at this time, to him who always had a lot of prejudice.

He just wanted to treat like people had lost relatives. It is inappropriate if he exaggerates - exaggerates Sholeh's attitude despite looking so grieved.

Sholeha moved, she would also start her first prayer after having her first morning's wash, breaking through the cold of the morning dew and the mixed bath water at one time making her stop wiping her arms. To warm yourself up that is shivering.

"Huh.... Cold MashayAllah"

He had prepared on his favorite prayer mat ten minutes before the Adhan, he wanted to sit down first to take the time to add to his recitation of the Koran even though one sheet.

Sholeha always does it at least once in the day after the prayer.

For today he was so excited to soon meet the beautiful kalam that always adds calmness in his heart. He is not a member of the Koran or a memorizer, he is just a layman trying to commit himself fully to his Istiqomah.

Five minutes he read the Koran, Sholeha seemed to stop at one of the verses that he liked, the prayer of the prophet Moses when he was about to go to the city of Madyan, Sholeha, according to the conclusion taught by the prophet Moses, asking for protection and guidance from God is a must for a servant to His Lord. Allah will make matters easier, especially in virtue.

Sholeha finished her reading she recalled waking her parents up. Not until he came out of the room, he first heard his mother calling him.

" Haw Nduk, let's get up!" he knocked on his room door.

Sholeha smiled, "Leha is up Buk" as she opened the door, confirming to the mother that she was even ready to pray.

" Alhamdulillah, the child of the mother has been converted" he said, leaving Sholeha.

Sholeha laughed, probably because of her habit of always waking up at the end of dawn, making her mother very grateful to see her daughter was complete with her face when awakened.

A good advance.

In fact, his mother's voice praised and told his father who was also preparing to go to the mosque. " Tumben is your daughter, sir" he said. My answer is not so audible, or just muttering in response to his mother.

Sulaiman's family, who were not very good at religion but always kept it, had given birth to gentle, loving women like Sholeha. His overly cautious attitude and his heart that was so tender and so tasteful, only the habit of prejudicing his brain was too troublesome for him.

This dreamy hobby is very dangerous.

After many morning activities, according to the plan of about half seven in the morning Sholeha prepared to serve with Ayu. Sholeha waited for Ayu as she promised, no need to be picked up at her house.

" Yok Dek, the afternoon rush!" take Ayu when she has just arrived and immediately meet Sholeha in the room.

" Loh Ma'am not having breakfast?" sholeha asked who was planning to have breakfast first, she was wearing a veil at that time.

" Later on, we will chase the body before it is buried" he replied in a hurry.

Sholeha hastened the dress up session in front of her mirror, she saw Ayu who was impatiently waiting. Installing a small brooch he puffed, he was really pushed as fast as possible.

" Yes, yok!" he pulled a small bag on the table, he rushed out following Ayu.

Seven o'clock in ten minutes, the two drove in the same vehicle, their goal meeting the grieving family. Become a personal driver Ayu if the crucial moment like this is common, sometimes Sholeha to be reluctant to obey Ayu who likes to travel anywhere. Not only the market, the condition always invites Sholeha, because your mas is complicated and chatty if invited to travel. Sholeha remembered that, but this time the mas was busy, there was work delayed since Fatih circumcision.

Such a strange journey, because Sholeha had never been to the village before. It looks the same, but a little different landscape that is more beautiful than where he lives.

About a half-hour drive away, Sholeha is pointed at one large house that looks like a lot of people. Sure enough this is the funeral home of the Rahma family, it seems the deceased is a good person, it looks the atmosphere of the family house is so dense with mourners, and it is true that Sholeha had heard from one of the mourners called it" Hajj ma'am is generous, surely Allah forgives all his sins".

Sholeha followed Ayu, she walked through a row of mourners who whispered tahlil, Ayu was so quick to meet Rahma and her family.

Without asking much, Sholeha only greeted the families with a smile imitating Ayu revolved around the great family Rahma.

Sholeha sat still beside Ayu, this time her brother-in-law chose to sit beside the middle-aged mother, Sholeha guessed she was Rahma's mother, her face had the exact same beautiful line.

Sholeha silently observed , the event that was almost over it seemed. The body that has been bathed and immediately sholatan . Some families and relatives were preparing to pray, only this mother remained silent near Ayu, she looked sad and so lethargic.

Sholeha does not pray, he stays near Ayu. Honestly, there was no one he knew, not even Rahma could be seen. Or Sholeh, who he said had been worshipping since last night, was not seen by him.

" Mom ndak ndak nduk, grandma left now" the mother's cry sounded, she complained to Ayu who was beside her.

" Patient Ma'am, "Reply Ayu so deeply.

Sholeha clearly saw the closeness of the two that was so real, basically Ayu who was so loving no wonder she could have a close relationship with her best friend's mother. Sholeha became envious, even her best friend was not that familiar to her family.

Sholeha exhaled, took her eyes off them, her eyes caught Sholeh's figure preparing to join the corpse. He looked very calm, and was so mingled with this big family.

Sholeha did not expect, his figure that was so friendly it did apply to anyone and anywhere.

" Rahma where is Buk?" asked Ayu later, Sholeha also switched to listening to the mother who was sitting next to Ayu.

" So she hasn't wanted to leave the room, nor can she force her way out. She's a lot of loss, I know that."

" Let's see you later, Mom!" comfort that mother.

Sholeha was still listening, she could also feel how the family felt.

No matter how good the farewell, it still takes time to advertise. That's true, in fact, no one denies.

It sounds that the priest has closed his prayer, a sign that has ended this stage, delivering the body to the tomb is the next must. Everyone stood up from his seat to take the departure of the grandmother, or mother to all her relatives, to the final rest.

" We're at home on Deck!" pull Ayu on Sholeha as she walks out.

Sholeha nodded, she came back closer to Ayu. The tahlil rhythm is increasingly echoing the entire space and the courtyard following the passing, there are tears also decorate the atmosphere.

Once this grieving day is over, hopefully the family will soon be able to get the fortitude and sincerity as soon as possible.

" We'll see Rahma for a minute, Dek!" take Ayu then.

The two scoured through some space before stopping in one of the rooms.

Without forgetting the greetings, Ayu went in to see her best friend. Sholeha goes inside, greeting Rahma who looks so haggard and her eyes are puffy.

Sholeha thought that this woman was regretting something today. Her sobbing cry and the look in her eyes was so haggard. Sholeha also realized that losing was indeed the toughest thing in this life path.

Ayu just hugged and gave her calm, in a moment. Give me a minute more Rahma will definitely tell you without being asked. Sholeha was willing to listen, because she was there too.

After easing Rahma's cry, Ayu took off a hug. Looking at his best friend's face with full rigidity even though his own eyes have been struggling with tears, a single blink must have spilled over the cheeks. He was sad too.

" You must be strong, this is destiny!" ayu said giving strength.

" I'm guilty of him," again he said that. Sholeha realized that she might need a private room with Ayu, so many things she wanted to say but was restrained. However Sholeha was someone else among them.

Sholeha cleared a little, grabbing the attention of the two.

" My mother Rahma is grieving, hopefully she can immediately say yes" he said gently with a small smile. To not look stiff.

Rahma looked at Sholeha, she greeted the speech with a slight smile. He even nodded.

" Thank you for coming" he said later.

Sholeha smiled again, then looked at Ayu . " Mom I'm out" Sholeha whispered a little.

" No papa - your own papa?" Ayu.

Sholeha just nodded, she went out to choose a space that if there were a lot of people. It's okay to feel foreign for just a moment, he feels annoying if he continues inside earlier. Sholeha can also accompany her mother Rahma who was clearly at home since earlier.

He saw two mothers sitting in the living room, Sholeha chose to join them.

With a few words of greeting he gave Sholeha could blend in the room comfortably. In view of the gesture they are the closest relatives of this family, one of the mothers was very friendly to greet Sholeha gently.

" You're Rahma's friend?" doubtfully the broad-faced mother asked.

Naturally he was curious, because Sholeha had never been here and if he said peers are also impossible, Sholeha looks very young compared to Rahma and Ayu.

Politely Sholeha nodded." actually my brother-in-law who is Rahma's friend, but I also know kok ma'am" Sholeha replied slightly explaining.

" Oh that way, Ayu has not been here for a long time so a little forgot too"

From this mother's answer, Sholeha knew that they had met each other long ago. Sholeha did not dare to ask much he just smiled in response.

" The kids used to be here a lot, right after High School. Just who is it, ah yes Ayu, Rahma and one more boy who is it? " he seemed to think and try to remember.

" Oh yes, Sholeh, they often gather there! " point it on one guava tree that is so shady." fitting that the tree is not too big" he added.

Sholeha also responded to a past story that sounded exciting from this mother. He was so deep in reminiscing as if their togetherness was such a happy thing for him.

" Sholeh Bu Nur's son has a building shop, right?" the other mother was swept up in the story.

" Yes Mbak yu, the good boy who is in the dream is the future granddaughter of the deceased mantu bu haji" he replied very excitedly, as if forgetting this sad day that is still ongoing.

Sholeha was still listening, noticing if anything they wanted to say was coming back.

One more thing, about Sholeh and Rahma that he just knew today, it turns out they were so close more than what Ayu told at that time. Sholeha need not be envious, because indeed they knew each other first than he who was not born at that time.

Sholeha follows a story that is still cool as the topic of conversation of two mothers who now change the position of their legs together.

Sholeha was a little surprised, when her eyes saw Sholeh enter between her mother Rahma into the room. Sholeh walked behind her mother, she noticed Sholeha's presence, and smiled at her a little.

There may be an important, Sholeha guessed. His eyes followed the departure of Sholeh, who stopped in a room that was wide open. It seems like there are a lot of people there. Still Sholeha was curious, and joined in. But he tried to restrain himself. Her heart grew even more agitated when she saw Rahma's mother come out from there, what were they talking about?

Back again, the sense that he was trying to endure with all his might remained entrenched in his heart . Sholeha hated herself so much like this.

Sholeha repeatedly said Istighfar in her heart, not a bit she wanted to think badly of them.

Little by little, his heart gained calm. Sholeha was entertained by the chatter of mothers who were heard no longer talking about Sholeh and Rahma. Suddenly his phone rang, he reached into his little bag checking who was contacting him.

" Hello Mas, what's wrong?" Sholeha receives a call from Rizal. There was also the sound of Al crying out from across the street.

" Where is your Ma'am, this is Al nangis nyariin from earlier. His phone was even in residence" Rizal's voice grumbled a little.

" Any, hold on!"

In a hurry Sholeha to Rahma's room, looking for Ayu who is so needed by her son at home. Intending to say a greeting first before breaking in, Sholeha instead fell silent to the voice of Rahma .

" I thought, we could get married like Grandma hoped, it turns out that you have proposed to someone else mas, "The voice is full of regret.

Sholeha ignored the phone

who kept waiting for him.

" I'm sorry, I couldn't turn it down at that time" this time Sholeha clearly heard Sholeh's voice that also felt guilty.

" No, I should be the one who can lower the ego to want to sacrifice a little for you"

" No Deck, I was in too much of a hurry to decide that time"

A piece of the story that he managed to steal today slightly made his heart fall into a groundless base, really excited to fear the reality.

Sholeha was restrained on the door leaf silent without making a sound, but Al's conscious cry of his purpose was there, Sholeha spontaneously raised her voice.

" A minute Al!"

Suddenly the door opened wide, Sholeha was surprised to see the three silent at her sight.

" Sheila?" they call his name.

" Ah sorry to interrupt. There's a call from Al Mbak" Sholeha hastily thrust a phone at Ayu.

In the rush of Sholeha out of there, no matter what on their faces that look so surprised, Sholeha even confused what to behave like now.

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