My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
Arrive in Indonesia

POV Gus hafidz

Alhamdulillah finally nyampe also in the apartment, quite tiring today then I briefly put my body on the sopa. I closed my eyes for a while and then I took some water to drink in the kitchen because of the thirst I felt.

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the sound of my phone suddenly vibrated, it turned out that there was an incoming call from a person I really loved.

"assalamualaikum umma" I said gently

"waalaikumsalam wr wb, son, are you all right? are you sick to go to the hospital?" there was an umma voice over there who was so panicked asking me

"umma,, calm down. hafidz is fine hafidz is not sick ko"

"so why did you say in WA again in the hospital?"

"oh, that's hafidz Zulham's friend whose apartment next to hafidz umma remember right? just now when hafidz was about to go out to the airport suddenly hafidz saw he was holding his stomach as if holding pain.and sure enough umma, umma, it turns out Zulham has appendicitis and must be operated immediately then today hafidz not so go home" I explained to umma with what there is

"ohh, thank God if hafidz well and umma also do'a hopefully Zulham son cepet healed as usual"

"amin, Syukron umma make his prayers"

"yes, son, so about hafidz when will he go home? umma and Babah have been very upset with hafidz"

"insyaallah tomorrow umma, because hafidz has also rescheduled the flight schedule earlier"

"Alhamdulillah if so, easily given smoothness for tomorrow"

"god willing, amen umma"

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morning came, I was focusing on toast which would be breakfast this morning. when I was ready, I sat on the table chair with toast and a glass of milk in front of me. bismillah,, bismillah,,, may the food that enters the body provide many benefits so that the body is never a class to do activities and activities in the way of Allah amen.

at 10:00 Turkey part time is my flight schedule, so there is still two hours for me to relax for a while before leaving for the airport.because everything I have prepared from yesterday, so I decided to sit back on the balcony while playing a cell phone for a while, but I had not been able to sit down heard the doorbell ringing I also walked to the door, a glimpse from inside who came, who came, it was faqih.

"assalamualaikum bestie" he said when the apartment door was opened

"waalaikumsalam wr wb, weird with ane" said I who was a little amused to hear the call that it was more often used by the press

"hahaha, that's the call that's trending now" he said with a loose laugh

"sit the qih" said I allow the faqih to sit

"not to be told to sit down and relax" he said casually, and I only responded with a slight smile

"there are here early in the morning "ask I open the conversation by asking the needs of the faqih who came to the apartment early in the morning

"yes it should be, just because there is a little obstacle.but by the way not to go back to Indonesia first?"

"don't be it later if it's really settled here, ane still not calm if you have to go to Indonesia so mending patient first is here waiting for graduation hee, ane still not calm if you have to go to Indonesia, besides, if you go home there is no encouragement, different from you fidz who already have an encouragement to get hihi"

"ah, encouragement is not just that, is it. You don't miss your parents?"

"kalo it certainly is, but well if it can be pending first is a struggle for proud parents hee" hee said still with a crybaby

"it's up to what you say"

"oh yes fidz,, by the way I can help you to help prepare before leaving"

"no, it's all done"

"sure no one forgot?"

"eummm, it's rich, but, uh," I just remembered something I forgot

"but what?" faqih asked in surprise, but I did not answer his question and immediately walked towards the door of my room. I opened my closet and looked for objects that I almost forgot. 'alhamdulillah,,,,,,, I,,, almost I forgot to bring this, but this I want to give for graduation later my inner nurain' while staring at the thing that is now in my hands.

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"fidz, be careful there. sad deh ane no cement to hitchhike again" said fiqih with a sad tone made-up when we were at the airport

"you've guessed, you're sad just because there's no place to eat, not because there's no ane"

"well, that's it too"

"yes you have been fine here well, pray ane congratulations until the destination.if there is anything call the hospital anyway" I said while hugging faqih before separating

"ko hospital fidz,, you doain ane sick?" ask her while releasing a hug

"haha, it's just a hospital that's ready for 24 hours"

"basic,,"

"yeah, ane go first yes. assalamualaikum"

"waalaikumsalam wr"

then I walked in to the airport, while Faqih was still standing looking at me waving his hand.well, that's how he is, sometimes a little bit more for the size of a man. even so, he is my friend who is most sincere when helping and cares most about the people around him.

after getting into the plane I sat on a chair that has been determined. look out for a moment then tidied up my sitting position.bismillah,,, bismillah, look out,, may Allah make this journey safe until the destination.

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thirteen hours passed, Alhamdulillah I have reached the airport of Jakarta. it feels very tired even though just sitting on the plane, but I was very tired, but tired it instantly disappeared when I saw Farah my sister waving as I walked out of the airport.she came to pick me up, she said, although previously I refused because I knew in the cottage there was a schedule of pesantren exams and it definitely made the people in the cottage busy with the preparation of all her things. but as usual umma will set all her just to see her children safe and comfortable even though her child has reached adulthood.well,,,,,, you know,,, such is the sincere affection of a mother who has never eroded by time.