Mother Connect For My Son
The Part 11
...I.B.U.S.A.M.B.U.N.G.U.N.T.U.K.A.N.A.K.K.U...
...Whoever is married has perfected half of his worship (his religion). And let him fear Allah SWT in preserving the rest....
...(.(.HR. Thabrani and Judge)...
***
Plaque, the sound of a slap landed on Ardha's cheek, the man holding onto her cheek which was suddenly hot. He was not surprised, because it was certain that the woman in front of him would be angry. Who wouldn't be angry if they were treated like that?
“Am I that cool so you can easily offer a wedding when I'm down?”
Even with trembling lips, Elea was able to speak out loud. His chest tight, what kind of trials should he live?
“Gue that is despicable, asking women to be a mother of my son,” said Ardha who was no less loud. His eyes lit up with a confident base of impeccably flawless lies.
Like a lance that struck, Elea was again made tight. Even this time he felt ashamed, the rebuke of a sinner seemed to be considered a righteous woman?
If the man in front of her knows, Elea is sure she will pull back the word that was thrown.
“Don't expect more on me! I'm not as good as you think!”
“And you are also not as bad as I see,” reply Ardha back.
Elea was silenced, her mouth tightly clenched especially when Ardha sat down in front of her while removing the silver ring that was embedded in the pinky.
Ardha lowered her head and took a deep breath then looked up at Elea's bead eyes.
“Elea Anindhiya Dilla, I beg you to be a connecting mother for my son!” a quote from Ardhana Kavin. There is no romantic impression like in the soap opera.
Should Elea be happy? But his heart felt no vibrations. Is it wrong to want a marriage based on love?
“Gue please, for my son's sake!”
Deg, man,
For the sake of the child, Elea squeezed the tip of her hijab. Is this karma for the sins he committed? Does he no longer deserve the love of a man?
Yes, Elea was too hopeful until she forgot her identity. She is not a woman who deserves to be loved.
“Rethink your wishes! I don't want any regrets later,”
Elea said as she stared at the cupboard right next to her.
“Hm, think also about my words, lest there be any regrets in the future,” reply Ardha reversed Elea's statement. He put down Elea's lap ring and stepped out of Elea with a raging mind.
**
Whoever is married has perfected half of his worship (his religion). And let him fear Allah SWT in preserving the rest.
(CHR. Thabrani and Judge)
Elea tidied her body on the bed, she was given one night to clean the clothes she had.
“Marriage is a sacred agreement to continue a halal relationship. Bound promise to declare ready for household. Can I afford it?”
“Mama..Mama..” shouted a small child in white clothes, he ran over to Elea. Chubby cheeks with long hair.
Elea's eyes dewy, she misses the little figure who calls her Mama. “Honey, little princess Mamah. Here baby, same Mama. Mama's sorry for making Bia sick. Mama promised she wouldn't make Bia sick again, but Bia came home with Mama yes, darling,” Elea reached her little daughter. The daughter he missed so much.
The little girl with the call Bia shook her head “Bia can't come with Mama,”
“Why, Honey? Bia still angry with Mama? Don't you want to apologize Mama?” Elea rubbed Bia's hair repeatedly.
Her hands switched to hug the small body of her daughter which was more contained than before.
“Bia is not angry with Mama, Bia love Mama, But Bia can not come with Mama. Bia world with Mama now different,”
Elea shook her head violently “Bring Mama, Honey. Take Mama away with Bia. We are together again, yes dear, Mama miss Bia,” Elea sobbed with tears falling.
“Bia must return, Mah.” Said Bia again made Elea more sobbing. Reluctant to let go of the hug on his little daughter. He still misses, the whimper that he once hated so much is now the thread that he misses so much.
“Don't stay Mama, Darling,” Oozing Elea as Bia's embrace slowly loosens.
Slowly, the fingers of the fingers were also released.The small body was lifted along with the white light that accompanied.
“Biaaaaaaa,” cried Elea, she ran as hard as she could chasing Bia's increasingly tall body.
Elea repeatedly fell, but with all her might she rose again. Even the shoes he was wearing had slipped off his feet. The green grass on which Elea stood had hurt due to a loud bang as Elea ran.
“Mama is beautiful wearing a hijab,”Bia's last words before her body is lost along with the dim light. Elea was sitting alone. Silent, silent, Elea cried while roaring.
“Sorry, Mama Darling,” Elea tucked her face above her knees, her shoulders shaking.
Even his bleeding feet were ignored. He just wants his little daughter back by his side, with him.
Create a new story between mother and child who love each other. But, Elea's hope is just a wish that she can't reach.
“Don't stay Mama, Darling-“ cried Elea a hiccup.
“Bunny!"
Deg, tiny hand stroking Elea's shoulder softly. Elea's cry stopped instantly.
“Bunah,” call her again when Elea just silently sculpted. The tiny hand turned to hold Elea's hand making Elea look up to see the face of the little girl who called her Mother.
“Aaaauuu!” elea screeched as the little girl's face glowed, giving off a dazzling light. Elea closed her eyes because of her bias.
“Bunaaaaaahhh!" Elea opened her eyes again, but the figure of the little girl in front of her was gone. Elea stood twisting her body looking for a figure who just kept calling her Mother.
“Bunah”
“Bunny,”
“Bunaaaaaahhh,”
The call kept ringing, calling out in disdain. Elea looked at the sky, she felt her gaze blurry. The sky also felt spinning.
“Bunaaaahh,” again call the little girl squealed Elea's ear to make her close her ears.
“Bunny,”
“Elea,”
The call of the little girl was accompanied by a heavy male voice waving with a white horse. Elea approached as the two reached out and climbed onto the horse.
The wind hit Elea's skin, they rode very hard.
“Hahaha,”the little girl's laughter sounded crisp. It was as if Elea's presence was something special to him.
Repeatedly he looked at Elea because it was the position of Elea at the back, the little girl was in front. They are mediated by a male figure whom Elea does not know.
Up ahead, Elea saw a hexagram that gave off light.
Elea clung tightly to the man whose face she could not see, they penetrated through the dimension very quickly. Elea felt an incredible pain.
“Aaaaaaaa,” Elea screams observing around with an irregular breath.
At 4 a.m., he was dreaming. Elea rubbed the dripping sweat on her forehead.
What is this sign? last night Elea performed the Istikharah prayer. And afterwards Elea fell asleep on the prayer mat and was still wearing mukena.
Elea washed her face, and she stared at the reflection in front of the mirror. Re-observing his hand, the grasp felt real.
“Cila..” Elea recognized the tiny hand in her dream. Hands that have sweet marks. And only Cila called her Mother. Then, that man was Ardha?
“this is your lead, Lord? Is this my destiny? ”