My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
Turkish
POP Gus hafidz
at around 08.25 Turkish time I just got to Istanbul airport after almost 13 hours on the plane.I think only yesterday I flew from Turkey to Indonesia, now I have to come back here again to leave Babah and umma there. if I can be honest I still want to gather with family there. murojaah the book and the Qur'an every morning with Babah, Babah, enjoying breakfast cooked by umma, seeing the cuteness of my sister Lutfi and farah jokes that always make me laugh loose. masayalah, patience is indeed expensive. while I have to be patient for my ideals, he said, I must be patient for the hope of Babah and umma and I must be patient for the responsibility that I will carry in my parents' lodge later.
while waiting for a taxi, I took a cellphone from my bag to revive it. because during the plane I turned off, after a few seconds hp lit up, the WA message came in, it was from umma
{assalamualaikum, how about? have you arrived? if you have immediately notified umma and Babah yes let us here not worry}
{waalaikumsalam wr wb, Alhamdulillah hafidz just landed umma, this is again waiting for a taxi to nganter to hafidz} apartment
after replying to a message from umma, I put the phone back in my bag because a taxi stopped right in front of me. one hour distance to be taken from the airport to where I live while studying in this city.
after arriving, I lay down this body for a while just to unwind on the way.then I took water and drank it while walking open the apartment window to the balcony, 'beautiful' the scene is always presented before the eyes, when these eyes look straight at every expanse of the earth created by God.if I do not have a great responsibility in the lodge, if I do not have a great responsibility, if one day I get married I want it to feel like I'm building my little family here in this town. 'ah him. how are you now? does his leg still hurt? what are you doing now?' my mind always asks her questions, and only her figure is present when this thought imagines the future. 'will you unite me with her, O Allah?' my mind again said. Suddenly I heard the doorbell ringing, I peeked from inside the apartment turned out to be one of my friends here who are both from Indonesia.
"Selamualaikum nas?in kardesim(how are you)?" she said, hugging me when the door was opened
"Elhamduillah gibi" answered again
"waaahhh, you know what you're back today"
"you know, when you want to come back here don't know"
"what can you do, what do you want to drink?" I asked him when he was sitting on the sofa, we had been friends for almost three years, when he asked about the scheduled departure of the plane to Istanbul, his word is just to make sure because he first went abroad alone, the end I directed him and it turns out he both went to Turkey to study, to study, from there our closeness began.
"no need, you can take it later" he replied while lying on the sofa
"okay lah if so, if hungry or thirsty take it yourself in the kitchen.ane want to bathe first, sultry" I also passed leaving the faqih alone