Mahabbah Longs
CHAPTER 88: There's A Missing Taste

Ulya still enjoyed the Quran recitation from Naura's lips interspersed with occasional sobs. When the door was knocked.

He got up from where he lay in Naura's lap.

"Yes, what's wrong, sister?" tanyanya, Mr. Ahmad, standing at the door.

"There's your son's baby sister."

There seemed to be a hint of annoyance on Ulya's face. Then he turned into his room.

"So wait a minute."

"All right." said Ahmad. He's coming downstairs, meeting them.

Before long, Ulya was seen descending down the stairs, heading towards them.

"Assalamu'alaikum ..." Binti's greeting came with his parents.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, please sit."

They also remained silent. Sadness was washing their faces. Occasionally there were heavy breaths being breathed from Ulya. So that Binti and his parents are increasingly reluctant.

"What's wrong with Binti" Ulya said.

It turned out that Ulya's short greeting, had made him cry. He was down and did not dare to raise his head.

"I'm sorry, sir." said Binti with his head bowed.

"I'm sorry." Ulya replied accompanied by a heavy breath. Not because of anger, more because of the burden of sadness that he had to accept.

"I'm sorry for my daughter, for her negligence ..." said the father who was beside Binti, maybe it was her father.

"Already, do not need to continue." prevent Ulya who looks calm.

Back they were silent. Then the man tried to dare to reveal the purpose of his arrival.

"I mean our arrival here, would like to invite Binti to return to our house. That's why allow us to clean up our daughter's stuff that's here" the man said.

Which was greeted by a heavy breath of Ulya.

"I can't prevent or hold it. This is a hard event for us. Pray that we can steadfastly accept it." Ulya said without further ado. Which makes them look.

"I also apologize. When in treating the father's daughter, there is less pleasing."

"There's nothing to forgive, sir."

"Can Binti go to Binti's room, sir?"ask Binti with her eyes.

"Please, Binti."

He soon passes to his room, leaving his parents to talk in silence with Ulya, his master.

Shortly after, he returned with a large suitcase.

"Here you go, Father." said Binti.

"All right, Mr. Ulya. We say goodbye." said the man.

"Just a moment" Ulya said as she pulled the envelope out of her pocket.

"Thank you for this, as a sign of my gratitude. You've been taking good care of my son all this time."

"The core doesn't deserve this, sir."

"Take it. I forgave you. I hope you can also forgive the attitude of all my family" Ulya said by taking Binti's hand. And put the aplop in his hand.

"Thank you, sir." replied Binti.

"Pardon us, Mr. Ulya. We say goodbye. Assalamualaikum ..." said the father who accompanied Binti.

"Wa'alaikum salam ..." replied Ulya.

With Ulya escorted, they came out . Heading to the taxi waiting for them.

After they disappeared, Ulya went inside.

"Sister Ahmad, I'm totally dead-end thinking about this."

"We'll report to the police."

"They don't want trima, if it's not 24 hours."

"There's no way they just disappeared."

"I'm afraid anything will happen to them."

"Don't think hard, stay calm and think positive."

"Don't tell mom first."

"I understand."

"Sister, sleep here tonight first, yes."

"Yes, don't worry."

Then he left Ahmad, who was still in the living room, to his room.

The voice of the verses of the Qur'an is no longer heard. He found Naura asleep with the Qur'an still in her lap.

"Darling ...."He kissed affection on Naura's forehead.

"Mas."

"Sorry, I woke you up. Sleep on."

"I'm sorry, Mas." said Naura as she placed the Qur'an on the nightstand, near her bed. Then lay down his body beside Ulya who was still sitting looking at him. Shortly thereafter, he fell asleep again

For a moment he looked at the face of his wife who was covered with tears.Your face that always shone, now looks tired. On the ground she kissed her forehead and stroked the body slowly. To enjoy your sleep in peace.

In the dim light of the room. I found your sweet smiling face. Could it be because of my jolt or Akmal's shadow in your dream. Until there is a desire in this self to express the feeling in the arms of love. But it doesn't feel like heart, touching you. I've finally allowed you to enjoy that dream perfectly.

Ulya returned again to the living room, met Ahmad who was still sitting on the sofa. Ahmad did not want to disturb him.

He took a piece of newspaper on the shelf. Lali read. Just to get rid of his anxiety. Because until now it is not known where Akmal is.

Apparently Ahmad also can not sleep well. A moment later his eyes opened.

"Yes, Ulya."

"We're looking for Akmal now."

"Who's taking care of my sister?"

"There's a Uma."

"I've already contacted some friends. They're moving."

"But I'm not calm."

"I understand. But Naura was now shaken. Go back to the room. Will you take care of her?"

"Favor, Brother.,

Ulya went back to his room. And true, he found Naura crying in her sleep.

"Yes ... Yang." She called out to Naura gently while shaking her shoulders.

Naura flinched, and woke up from her sleep.

"Ah, I dream."he muttered softly.

"How Akmal, Mas."

"Let's not think much. Many helped to find him. Now sleep. You still have Akram and Devra. Which we must take care of."

"But Akmal is also my son Mas."

"I understand. I'll try to keep looking until I see you."

"But, Mas."

"Here, believe me. Now go to sleep."

"I'm scared."

"I'm with you."

Eventually Ulya settles down beside Naura. And hugged her so that Naura would calm down.

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For almost a month your lips have always been wet with Istighfar and his verses. There's a calmness I think. When I could look upon me in fortitude in the face of this severe ordeal.

We've tried, but the results are still nil. Sometimes I feel like giving up on looking for it. Every time I come home, there must be one you ask.

"Some news on Akmal?"

I'm tired, honey. I don't know why I miss the atmosphere like I used to. Your chatter, your cheer and your always spoiled attitude.

No more beautiful dusk poems

No more spoiled introductory words in our deep sleep

All grim with the loss of a smile from your lips, dear

I think this whole thing should end soon

Today I intentionally want to go home quickly. There is a plan to try immediately, to end all of this.

"You don't want to go get Devra."

"Want, but how's Akram?"

"We invite. Devra would love to."

"I'm scared."

"Trust. God won't try what his servant can't carry."

Naura seemed to think, then nodded, though hesitating.

"I'll get ready first."

"I'll wait."

Bismillah, I hope this makes a good start for you, honey.

After the prayer, the three of them headed for Devra school.

"Ma, Devra is also our daughter. He always asks you if I pick you up."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

In front of the door, Devra was patiently waiting.

Seeing his mom and dad out of the car, how happy he was. Devra immediately ran towards them.

"Mama ..., Devra misses."

"Yes, mom too. How's your school."

"Exciting." he answered with sparkling eyes.

Thank God, I see you start smiling again dear, whispered qolbu Ulya who saw Naura hugging her daughter tightly.

When I got home, I wanted to continue my plan.

And I think this is the right moment.

Unlike usual, this time Naura enjoyed an afternoon on the front porch of the library. By keeping hold of the Qur'an as his entertainment.

After tilawah for a moment, he stared at the clouds that were going hand in hand. Long she was silent with her face facing up and closed.

Ulya who had been searching since, found Naura there, smiling. Approached him.

"Yes. Don't you miss, Brother Nadya and father?" ulya said as she hugged Naura from behind.

I could not believe my whisper, making him smile. The smile I missed.

"I'd love to see them."

"Really, book a ticket now. Moga-maybe later tonight can leave." Ulya replied soon.