ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Grand Mosque; Goodbye
Nearly two years later Syahrel prepared for the departure of Hajj for the mother, starting from the bamboo piggy bank when he presented the newspaper and his profession as a mosque manager. It is not an easy thing and a small cost, but everything if the intention is sincere, God must show the way. Now the step that must be taken Syahrel is to accompany Mother to prepare all the needs of her departure, ranging from physical to the completeness that she must carry.
Twice a week, Syahrel ushered in Mommy for Hajj training and health checks. Besides knowledge and physical readiness, Mother must follow the procedural health check to find out whether the prospective Hajj has a disease that affects the implementation of the Hajj or has risk factors that can be problematic when on the Hajj. Health checks that have become a permanent procedure (protap) in Indonesia through 3 stages, namely the first health check at Puskesmas, the second health check at the Regency/Health Office/The city also immunized meningitis and a third health check in Embarkation ahead of flying to the holy land (in the Hajj dormitory).
“Dok, what is maningitis immunization? Taanya Syahrel while accompanying mom check up.
“Meningitis vaccine is a vaccine that is injected into pilgrims who want to perform the Hajj pilgrimage with the aim of preventing the transmission of meningococcal meningitis among pilgrims,"33333, explained the beautiful doctor.
“Oh. Looks like the Doctor is young?” Syahrel tried to brave himself even though it was not usual for him. For some reason suddenly a Syahrel3 who was so awkward with women, was able to ask such nosy questions.
“You are in service here?”
“Iya.”
“Just graduated last year?”, said the Doctor.
“My feelings we've met? But Where is yaaa..??” He tried to remember the girl's face.
“Ah the feeling Mas only!” The beautiful doctor replied with a smile.
Syahrel's eyes were fixed on the id card written clearly his name with a gold-colored arial font ‘Indah Safitri’ on the left upper chest of the young doctor.
“Ah, is this my feeling?!" Rebut Syahrel in heart.
“Indah... Where is yah?" The roar of his inner voice, trying to recall.
“I remember!! We met at Datuk Dulamien's residence, a few years ago.”
Unexpected and unplanned, all this is beyond human reason.”Life is a mystery”, which we do not know what He wants.
“Mmm…..If Mr. Dulamien was really my father. But who are you?” ndah is also back.
“Two people interviewed your father, and at that time you gave us a drink”, Syahrel clean staunchly explained.
“Hahahaa...I remember, a journalist from Jakarta?”, his little laugh warmed the atmosphere. Mother was just astonished, watching them.
“Continues
mother when to check again?”, ask mother cut the familiarity of the two.
“Oh sorry Mom. I tried to get back to Doctor Marwan. He is an internal medicine specialist, I will find him.”
“Whatever?”
“Just make sure.”
Stripped of the conversation, again the smile and cheerfulness of Syahrel was held captive with the face of the girl who still owed him a promise. Well, Andita Sirait.
“Hello!!! Mas, your mother has finished her examination, "Beautiful to disperse her daydream.
“Oh..Ii...Yes Doc!!” He jerks.
“Can I ask for Doctor's phone number?”
White veiled girl with her fashionable style gives something from inside her drawer.“This is my business card”.
“Sama-sama. What's your name?”
“Call me Syahrel.”
“Name that sounds familiar,"cceltuk Indah remembers that name.
“Ah, that's the feeling of the Doctor's mother alone," Syahrel returned his words back.
“Hahahaha..Maybe also.”.
After Mother and Shahrel left the room, Indah was still curious about the name of the man who had just left from before her. He opened the bag he used to carry. There are several books that became his favorite reading, a medical thesis and a novel.
“Hmm...apparently she is a writer," muttered the young doctor whose face is almost similar to Dita's only hijab that distinguishes both, after confirming the name of the author of the book she is reading ‘Destiny of Wrong’.
The name Syahrel began to be published for several local manuscripts that indeed in recent years, Syahrel finally opened his original name Musyfak.
Every few weeks Syahrel must accompany Mother to carry out the procedures that the hajj departure woman sets, including health checks, until finally Syahrel routinely met with dr. Indah Safitri who turned out to be a specialist in internal medicine.
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One day before Mother's departure, Syahrel held Walimatul Hajj as well as his new residence. The sound of the divine chant, so cold it forms the heart of thirst.
“And (remember), when Abraham prayed: O my Lord, make this land a safe land, and give the provision of fruits to the faithful among them to Allah and the day after. Allah says: And to the disbelievers I give temporary pleasure, then I force him to undergo the torment of hell and that is as bad as the place of return. “ (QS. 2:126)
But when the prayer accompanies the departure of the mother to the holy land, making Syahrel long, even if only one month. As far as Syahrel goes, it is impossible to leave and be able to be far from the mother. She was the place where Syahrel had complained spoiled, now there was no power to be left behind by the people he loved.
“Mother, if I miss picking up the phone?”For twenty years, this time Mother saw Shahrel acting like a child.
“Iya. But teach your mother how,"he was a box containing a new cellphone that Syahrel deliberately bought for her.
“Kak, let Zahra teach yah?" Zahra who was present at the event moved from her seat.
“Begini Mommy, if there is a phone sign in mother just press this button”, slowly Zahra leads mother explain the functions of the keypad button.
“Now Zahra is trying to call Mommy well?”
His phone rang, just a few minutes Zahra taught it, but it looks like you have enough to adapt to the goods that are indeed luxurious according to him.
Syahrel eyes drugged with the beauty of Zahra, he was afraid to steal a glance when the girl spoke with Mother who was already considered her own parents. “Ah, I can't be like this”, Syahrel tries to avoid her daydreams.
This last night, Syahrel was able to hear the voice of the mother chanting sholawat and dhikr. Last night accompanied the mother of Tahajud prayer, Tahajud, in the morning Syahrel must deliver Mother to the airport with the Haji Plus group, namely the facilities and facilities provided by the bank for its customers who do follow the program with different facilities with the pilgrims other hajj.
“Yes Allah, strengthen my mind to bring your mother to be your guest, Lord. Please allow my heart to release it and make it and embed hajj mabrur for my beloved bundle. O Allah, make it easy for him to fulfill all your vocations. Divine, I give up all Your provisions. You are the best path-setter for your servant.” In silence Shahrel prayed
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Two Airbus international planes have been spotted circling the airfield, two marshallers seen playing signs signaling the flight crew to stay on course. Isak haru crying from relatives accompanied the departure of the Indonesian Hajj Jamaat. Syahrel, Jama’ and Zahra were not separated from moans and tears. Beside the mother, a middle-aged woman complete with clothes like a faithful mother accompanied him. She is Ibu Haji Zahrotul Hayati, a jama’ah coordinator who has experience driving pilgrims’ah hajj.
“Bu Haji, tipped mama yah? Please take care of him" pinta Syahrel.
“God willing, surely I am responsible to all worshipers, including him," his remarks made Syahrel a little sigh of relief.
After a few minutes, the voice of customer service gave a signal for the readiness of jama’h Hajj to immediately submit a boarding pass to the officer assisted by the hajj organizer. The look on Shahrel's face is said to be sorrow, a longing left behind, a hope embroidered in prayer.
“Goodbye Mother," innocent face leaning from behind the thick glass of the international flight departure hall.