Memorization of the Qur'An for Afra
CHAPTER 54: THE LAST CHAPTER

"Assalamualikum, Ustad!" Cheers of the students running to meet Ziran who was tying shoelaces on the steps of the mosque. He had just finished performing the Asar prayer.

Ziran chuckled at the word Ustad attached to her. Because since the last 7 months, he often went to the boarding school where he learned to memorize the Quran in order to fulfill his promise to his wife. You must remember two promises when Ziran proposed to Afra first, right?

The three students sat on the stairs while staring at Ziran who was still busy tying his shoelaces.

"Vaalaikumsalam. How many times have I told you I'm not, Ustad!" Ziran finished with her activities and looked at the santri child with narrowed eyes.

Three young children grinned and scratched their heads.

"Sir Ustad, it's been here a long time. Often share knowledge is also the same child hut. So it's okay to call Ustad just to be more polite." Said one of the santri wearing white peci and glazed eyes. He is Anwar, his skin is whiter than his two friends, Reza and Jojo.

"Agreed!" Reza flicked his finger.

"Right, right, right!" and Jojo nodded his head while mimicking the words of the mainstay Ipin.

"Yes, it's up to you!" Ziran has stopped interrupting, he resigned. It is better to be quiet and not comment anymore. When he was about to rise, his intention was stuck because the santri child again invited him to chat.

"Sir Ustad has memorized how much juz?" jojo asked with his hand on his chin.

"Mango juice, orange, apple, dragon, durian, melon .. what else is it?" Ziran counted his fingers when he mentioned some fruit juice. And it got a laugh from Anwar and Reza because Jojo who had a sour face because of Ziran's answer.

"Not that ... I mean Mr. Ustad has memorized how much of the Juz Quran? Not fruit juice!"

"Oh, I have fruit juice, Jo. How many do you think?" Ziran asked by raising her two eyebrows.

The three children thought for a moment.

"20 juz!"

"No! Must be 25 juz!"

"Wrong! The truth is there must be one more Surah of the Quran. Right, huh?" Anwar raised his eyebrows at Ziran.

Ziran was originally flat-faced, before long smiling wider, then finally laughing.

"Secret!" He still said with laughter. "Already, already, mending you hapal the Quran as soon as possible. Who knows if your future wife asked for a memorization of the 30 Juz Quran, danger right, if you do not memorize it?"

The three santri glanced at each other and coded each other, then looked back at Ziran.

"Just calm Mr. Ustad! My future wife will ask me to ask for a dowry a set of prayer tools. Could've died me if 30 juz." Reza patted Jojo on the shoulder.

"Right, right, right!" Jojo agrees to Reza's friend's advice.

"Whoa Mr. Ustad! 30 Juz of the Quran is ready to be memorized. Not only to ask for a girl of righteousness, but also to get glory on the side of Allah SWT. And I also want to give the crown to my parents in heaven later, Aamiin Ya Rabbal Alamin."

"Ih, Anwar made me so moved! I want to, too, memorize!" Jojo said with a smile.

"I also!" Sahut Reza then and the four men laughed simultaneously.

"That's dong! May Allah make it easy for you to memorize the entire Quran." Ziran prayer stroked one by one the heads of three children santri tesebut.

"Amale ...." Anwar, Reza and Jojo both reflect.

"Eh, Mr Ustad is leaving?" Anwar asked when he saw Ziran had risen.

"Pastime! Mr. Ustad was looking forward to meeting the beautiful paradise. Right, no?"

"Right, right, right!" Jojo and Reza are crazy. Now Anwar faces upset because the three of them already know the disaster that was being overwritten by Ziran for 7 months.

"Yes right. My beautiful little girl is still in deep sleep today, so I miss meeting and looking at her beautiful face. Mr. Ustad go home first, yes!"

"Someday he will wake up and bring him here, Mr. Ustad! Get acquainted!" Shouted Reza got a stampede at his feet from Anwar.

"Know me also dong, Mr. Ustad!" Unmitigated Jojo also got a lot in the head of the Anwar.

"You are, you are mute!" Omel Anwar is a very tough guy.

"Waalaikumsalam, asiap Mr. Ustad!" Answer the third santri compact.

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Czechs ....

Ziran stepped inside Afra's treatment room. As usual, the pink rose she brought back today. Not to forget, her charming smile perched sweetly on her lips. That's what Ziran did for the last seven months in a coma to this day. Pilgrimage covers the sadness by being okay. No one knows if his heart stings lonely over the state of his Istin who has not tired of falling asleep long. Be patient. That's the only key.

"Eh, Astagfirullah ...." Ziran was shocked when she found her Sister-in-law sitting on the sofa while looking at her.

"I'm a ghost, huh? Until you're surprised?" tanya Adami stood up to approach Ziran at the entrance.

"Ah, no, Bang. I just wasn't focused just now" Sela Ziran chuckled. "Abang from here? Umi, Abi, where is Rian?" ziran asked.

"Having returned home from the driver, just now," replied Adami glanced at his watch which turned out to have been five in the afternoon.

"Abang has eaten yet? If I haven't gone to find food just yet .... "

"Eh, no need! Brother immediately said he wanted to come out there is business. In a minute, you're here again. Take care of brother, yes!" Pintanya Di anguki Ziran's.

"Yes, Bang." Adami patted Ziran's shoulder and left the room. Ziran and Afra are in there.

Ziran stared at the flower in his grasp. Walk towards the nightstand and replace yesterday's roses in a flower vase. Then take the Quran which is on the nightstand. He sat on the chair beside Afra's bed.

"You sleep at home? You don't want to wake up, honey?" while gently stroking Afra's head she asked softly.

In the eyeballs Ziran emanated sadness, but immediately replaced by a smile at once.

"It's okay. I'll keep waiting for you to wake up whenever it is."

Suddenly Ziran remembered something. A wedding present that Afra was looking forward to from her. From Ziran proposing for almost a year, long enough to be able to grant and really ready for it. Ziran is ready.

"Alhamdulillah. I have memorized the 30 Juz Quran. Haha, sorry for keeping one of my promises this is my wife. Guess what surah I last memorized?" ziran's question clearly got no answer. He just stared at the peaceful look on Afra's face as she fell asleep.

"Surah Maryam's. That's right, that's the last Surah I memorized." Ziran seemed to be chatting with his wife, but in reality he asked her as well who answered himself.

"Surah Maryam is a surah that has an amazing story when the birth of Maryam's son, Prophet Isa A.S without a father figure. Want to hear my wife's Surah?" Again, Ziran did not get tired of inviting Afra to talk. As of now, he was waiting for Afra's answer.

"Well, I'll read it."

Ziran is closer to Afra. Read it next to Afra's face while stroking his wife's face that was more tapered than before. Ziran's one hand was holding a slightly cold hand of Afra.

Ziran also began. His lips moved with a voice that echoed the holy verses of the Quran. The melodious groove continued to sound until Ziran unconsciously let out tears. His voice began to tremble with a face that had been soaked by tears. Even so, he did not stop reciting verse by verse until it was finally finished.

"Yes Zawjati, yumkinuk ruyati wahidana thing?" ziran asked softly in a hoarse voice. ~Translated : O my wife, can you see me lonely?

There's no sobbing. Only the tears that came down blurred his eyes to see Afra's face. He wiped the corner of his eyes and tried to ease the turmoil in his heart.

However, this second something made him fixate. When looking at the corner of Afra's eyes that drain tears. Ziran.

Did his wife listen to the lonely voice of his heart? Did he hear everything? Is his wife crying because of that?

A series of questions swirled in his head. Ziran smiled in relief, if that was true.

"Don't cry my wife .. I'll cry too." Ziran kissed the two closed eyelids gently and hugged Afra's body.

The hand that Ziran was still holding slowly moved. Ziran's eyes faded and immediately raised his body to see clearly what he was feeling earlier.

True, Afra's hand continued to move even slowly. And that makes Ziran's heart race. The feeling of happiness instantly infiltrated him making him unable to think anymore other than shouting,

"DOCTOR! DOCTOR!"

- To Be Continue