Nadhila Story
Mother's Will.

Nadhila got out of the car along with Hessel. Nadhila pecked for a moment after staring at the many people in the courtyard, and inside his house. Nadhila made sure to look back at the yellow flag that had been plastered on a pole.

"No. No way," murmured Nadhila. He felt an uneasy premonition after making sure to stare at the yellow flag.

Hessel was watching Nadhila's house, which was so crowded.

"What is this really about?" mumble Hessel. But, he could catch some people with sad faces and sadness.

Nadhila finally stepped quickly towards the door, which already had many people welcoming him with sad gazes. Followed by Hessel from behind.

"Dhila .. Patient yes, son." Asih's mother patted Nadhila's shoulder.

Nadhila was still in a state of confusion, he did not respond. Nadhila immediately barged inward. How shocked, and surprised. Nadhila stared at the living room, where some people were teaching in front of the corpse covered in cloth.

Sari's mother, a close neighbor of Nadhila, approached. He hugged Nadhila tightly. And whispered the words that made Nadhila cry.

"Dhila, your mother is dead, dear .. and the one who called through your mother's phone was me. The patient yes, son" said Ibu Sari.

Nadhila was transfixed, but her tears continued to flow, with her lips shaking withstanding the tightness in her chest. Ms. Sari let go of her embrace, and stared softly at Nadhila.

Hessel who was watching. Now he understood that Nadhila's mother had been called the Khaliq.

Bu Sari led Nadhila to approach the body of the mother who had been stiffened, as well as Hessel, he followed the direction of Nadhila to move. The body of the mother was washed and prayed. So that the residents wait for Nadhila first, to be buried.

"Bu Sari, explain why my mother could die?" ask Nadhila. The question is, very silly. Of course the death of the mother, it was the stipulation of the Khaliq. However, Nadhila seemed to want to know the cause.

Bu Sari sighed first, before starting to tell Nadhila. "Son, Ms. Ratna has had cancer for a long time. Without your knowledge. I always take him when he is on medication. He asked me not to tell you, because your mother, did not want you to worry about him. Until now, he followed the study as usual in Madrasah, he advised first. He wants you to marry in front of his body. After that, he just breathed his last," said Bu Sari.

The story of Bu Sari made Nadhila cry even more. He never thought that his mother had been covering up his illness all this time from him. Even Nadhila felt a great sense of guilt. He could not take care of his mother. Just work, and work every day that Nadhila does. And it is all to meet the needs of the family. However, it turns out the condition of the mother who looks fine, it turns out he is fighting against the disease that is gnawing at him.

"Bus ... Forgive Dhila. Dhila, as a child is useless. Mom ... Why don't you tell Dhila everything? Mommy ...."

Nadhila was unable to speak back. He chose to let out his tears. With a hiccup, and a so bitter sobbing was heard. Hessel, who was beside Nadhila, strengthened Nadhila by stroking Nadhila's back. Hessel himself was so devastated to feel what Nadhila was feeling right now.

Bu Sari called a Kiyai, who was very disinclined in the area. Who happened to be serving the body of Nadhila's mother. Kiyai was concurrently the ruler of his work. So Bu Sari, will marry Nadhila at that time in front of the body of the mother.

"Dhila, who's the guy you're with?" bu Sari asked by scanning Hessel's handsome face.

Nadhila with puffy eyes, he looked at Hessel first. "She's at--"

"I'm Dhila's lover, ma'am" said Hessel cutting off Nadhila's words quickly. Nadhila glared in disbelief. But it was impossible for him to argue at that moment, let alone have to be witnessed by many citizens.

Ms. Sari smiled, "Right? well then, how about we do the kobul ijab in front of the corpse right now. It's Will. And let you marry siri first. Than we do not carry out his will,"

Again Nadhila was surprised. He will be married to Hessel at this time. Likewise with Hessel he was astonished, but behind it he was happy. Because he will marry Nadhila without having to fight longer.

"I am ready" said Hessel steadily. Even his face was serious.

Ms. Sari smiled warmly. "Let's sit tight. Mr. Kiyai Anwar will do the kobul hijab, here. And prepare for the dowry, whatever it is" said Bu Asih.

Hessel who was beside Nadhila could hear the same person that Nadhila had just spoken. So Hessel opens the voice, "Mom ... Sorry if you're alive. I'm Hessel, I've never met my mother. But to me, my mother is the greatest mother. Who would not make his son sad. So the mother hid the mother's illness from Nadhila. I'm Hessel in front of mom. I pledge. Will treat Nadhila well, and will love her all my life. Because all this time I loved him so much."

Nadhila was astonished, with Hessel's serious remarks to the mother's body. Moreover, all the words of Hessel, made the changing heart rhythm of Nadhila beat fast. There was a sense of pleasure when she heard that Hessel loved her all this time.

Ms. Sari smiled happily at all that Hessel said. Until he feels calm if Nadhila is accompanied by a man who really loves him.

"Ekhemm .. alright, let's carry out the cobblestone veil," the voice of Mr. Kiyai Anwar intruded on all those inside Nadhila's house.

Hessel remembered there was no dowry he had prepared. So Hessel reached out, and opened the wallet to see the contents of his cash.

"I'm sorry Mr. Kiyai. Because this kobul ijab is very sudden. I did not make any preparations before. What about the dowry thing?" Hessel asked Mr. Kiyai Anwar first.

"Wear cash can also. Is there cash in your wallet?"

Hessel eagerly took out the cash that was inside his wallet. There are thirty pieces of money in red, and ten in blue. So the money in Hessel's wallet is worth three million and five hundred thousand rupiahs.

"Sorry Dhila .. My cash is only three million five hundred in my wallet. It's okay, right?" asked Hessel feeling bad. He would marry with a dowry that was clear to Hessel there was no value to such money.

"No Sir. The important thing is to dowry" said Nadhila.

"If you want to give more dowry, it could be later your marriage is official with religious and state marriage ties. However, what will currently be done is only recognized by religion alone. It is called siri marriage. Alright .. because Nadhila already has no relatives, nor brothers. I am Anwar as the regent and guardian judge for Nadhila Sahila Putri."

Everyone who came to serve, became witnesses at the cobul ijab event between Hessel and Nadhila. Open with a few prayers. Mr. Kiyai Anwar, began to carry out the kobul hijab event for Nadhila and Hessel.

Slowly and take a breath. The Hessel recited. Such a loud voice. Gave the impression that Hessel was not nervous. So that once a breath of the phrase ijab kobul already Hessel carried out.

Until those who mourn, who witness. Calling for the word 'Sah" when Pak Kiyai Anwar asked the witnesses.

With the words of Hamdalah, and prayer. Mr. Kiyai Anwar closed the event. And give advice to both brides.

"Nadhila .. Now you have become the wife of Nak Hessel. So obey, all the commands of your husband. And so you Nak Hessel .. became a husband who could guide Nadhila. May you be the couple Sakinah Mawadah and Warahmah. Let's kiss the back of your husband's hand, Dhil .. and you're Nak Hessel, kiss your wife's forehead, you're already a halal couple" said Mr. Kiyai Anwar. He gave advice and orders to Nadhila and Hessel.

Nadhila hesitantly grabbed Hessel's hand. He kissed Hessel's hand with reverence. Likewise with Hessel he did what Pak Kiyai Anwar told him to kiss Nadhila on the forehead.

Making smiles on the faces of the residents decorate the event.

"Alright .. the will of Almarhumah we have carried out. Let us now deliver the body of Almarhumah to his final resting place" said Pak Kiyai Anwar. So that the officer who will lift the body immediately approached. And with a simultaneous movement the officer immediately carried the body that was already in the coffin.

Nadhila cried back. This time Hessel clasped Nadhila's hand tightly. Gives strength so that Nadhila is not too bad to feel sadness.

The body was herded to a nearby public cemetery, accompanied by a Tahlil lapadz of all who accompanied it. So that Nadhila's crying became more and more.

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