My Maid, Lara!
Faqihatun Annisa's
The sound of the eagle chanting continues to sound with sadness.From behind the dark night fog on the hill at the height of the branches of old Dadap trees hundreds of years old standing upright against the season.
And Lara's situation is getting more and more concerning.
Sometimes he can't tell the difference between reality and hallucinations.
Sa'at was brought to the city as one of the big hospitals in the city of the district that is not crowded. Lara was diagnosed with Skyzoprenia (Crazy) in the flashback to the life she lived. Warsini's mother was devastated to see the terrible state of Lara and refused to strongly refuse to take her daughter to a mental hospital that was far away in the provincial city. On the initiative of the village chief so that Lara brought to a Foundation based on Religion and spiritual diruqyah.
To restore good mental health and development for Lara.
Ms. Warsini only complied and accepted the advice of the village elder.
Lara began to undergo mental treatment for 6 months. That subjugation. And painstakingly began to accept himself even under different circumstances.
His mother decided that Lara would continue to be in this place and be able to deepen the religion for the better and not blame herself in every disaster she had gone through.
His memory did not go as usual. He can't remember the story of his life. His memory only records his present life. And a little bit of his life in adolescence.
He repeatedly tried to remember an important story in his life.
But in vain. Lara really doesn't remember.
And he can't even remember his name. He only remembered his mother and some of his close relatives. Maybe it's better for Lara.
Living as a new human being who does not know the world that once presented pain and bitterness to him.
And the spiritual master was also initiated to change the name of Lara so as not to hear anything that reminds him of a long trauma that can cause him to be worse, and finally Lara lived here. With another identity.
Faqihatun Annisa's. It was a name given to him as a new person with a similar background.
Lara barely remembers herself anymore. It was as if it were erasing itself.
The weeks and months were replaced by years. Lara loved to be here and felt at peace between the morning breeze and the lush forest trees that scattered the fragrant dried grass that some farmers burned and planted new seeds of corn plants that gave hope and livelihood. This is a new home for him.
He'll stay here. Cuddled by a cold night of light and hope on the day ahead.
Somewhere in a simple foundation inhabited by hundreds of santri consisting of various ages. With a small cottage cottage measuring 3x4 per each cottage inhabited by a santri divided by age.
For teenagers occupy the cottage with two residents, And one adult hut dweller.Pondok hut small walled board with thick plywood door lined up regularly in the form of the letter U Surround the very spacious courtyard.
Faqihatun Annisa wearing a thin malayya on her face stepped slowly. Towards the direction of the wooden shower that pours profusely and frothy and very clear. There are ten showers that radiate specifically for the simple wooden dormitory princess. At the foot of a mountain lined up neatly. Like a row of gallant soldiers in green clothes.
His black gamis that dangled long with the matching Niqaf seemed to be rinsing clothes that he finished washing under the wire clothes that ran in front of him seemed to be drying several pieces of his long black clothes.
"Sir Fa!, I am confused by the study of the philosophy of Religion accompanied by the science of Tawhid taught by Umi Zahra, Please be taught! I still don't understand from the basics" said a 23-year-old girl wearing a face-covering hijab like her friend whom she called the Fa.
Fa nodded slowly and continued his work.
He will rest for a while if his work is completed.
Today his rote entered the seventh juz. It plans to move on to the eighth Juz in 4 days.
Now the work is done. While carrying his empty bucket he stepped towards the hut.
His head was a little sore almost every night they always studied the deepening of religion and philosophy.
But the girl named Fa looked very satisfied with all her fatigue.
Faqihatun stepped out towards the garden and saw flowers blooming.
A little princess Buya Hamdan and Umi Zahra ran limped walking towards a small corridor with a rough cement floor with a mixture of gravel.
"Hillary!"His whispers were slowly disguised by the sounds of study from the front hall. "Hillary and Leon, Why does the name feel familiar and often say my lips accidentally, Who are they?"He said with his heart racing. He did not understand his heart.
And he doesn't know what his life is about even a minute.
He only knows himself the son of an old widow named Warsini and she is a 32-year-old girl. And not married, but why every time you hear the voice of a child and see a child whose lips do not stop saying two names. Hillary and Leon.
Faqihatun Yang had left from their little house which was left behind carrying wounds. With wounds and scratches on his face last year is still imprinted until now.
Her memory cutout disappeared about Lara's figure.
The poor lara.
Since being convicted of suffering from mental disorders. Because he often rages and hurts himself, exposed to severe depression and neuralgia to have to be taken somewhere for mental recovery. But Fa felt himself filled with sin in losing most of his memories.
He also felt a sense of his dark past.
And Fa also felt that the misfortune came from the beauty of his body and the beauty of his beautiful face.
When He decided to cover his whole body leaving his beautiful eyes, Dan decided to wear a thin Burdah covering his entire face when he came out of the house.
Fa, it's quieter to be here. By disconnecting from the outside world.
He woke up at 04.Early in the day and carry out his spiritual routine and rest late at 14:00 noon. And rest at 23:00 Wib.
Fa felt good about his life.
He lived his life along with the clockwise direction that passed through number by number.
Through the day means that he always remembered only about a kindness and did not care about something that happened outside the cottage gate.
Every day he struggled with the science of religion and hid behind his fluttering clothes and long dangling so that when the Fa walked more like a black shadow that lost shape.
Fa Don't care about fashionable.
He felt that he had worn clothes that were commonly worn by an ordinary woman. But his heart ached remembering it. I don't know what that is.
what is clear is that he remembers something abstract but like a nightmare that he cannot decipher and does not want to repeat that time.
"Fa! The rain has fallen! Your cloth will be wet" said the neighbor from beside his cottage.
The Fa came down to the earth and hoped that the rain would restore all his memory that was lacking.
Does she have to behave like a mother who hopes that her memory will not recover forever?