Possessive Past
CHAPTER 13 - About Love

As before, when she reached Hazel's house, Firga also opened the car door for her. He still did not believe that Firga could be this good, he had thought, maybe Firga like this when around his father only. However, when he recalled how he had misjudged how good Space was, he so spun off that judgment - which looked good could have been just camouflaged, masking its ugliness to give the plot a traumatic twist later on. And it happens the opposite.

Discussing about believing-believing is indeed that complex. Therefore, Allah teaches His servant not to overdo it, because the thing that is often born of excessive attitude is disappointment. Being lied to can make it difficult to trust others again. Of course, it harms us, because it is difficult to trust other people is also not good in social life. Connect with healthy, do not let us be burdened with affection and the like until interdepedency and do not recognize the identity. Especially the problem of romance that is still bright barrel. 

Perhaps, Firga was indeed good with his own version.

"Mother ...," call Hazel, still in school clothes and her backpack. Incidentally the mother and father's room is on the first floor, he said they are more comfortable on the first floor.

Ms. Lily was not in the room but in the kitchen. "Home home, Hazel's Mom?" said Ms. Lily with a smile, her mother is indeed this smooth. Especially if he is in soft mode kapubaten level, even the dust was omeli when touching his children.

"There was Gunnar with Firga's sister, Ma'am, in the living room" Hazel said after peeling the back of her mother's hand.

Ms. Lily nodded as she rubbed Hazel's head. "Yes, I told you they were going to come here, you changed your clothes, it went down, we had lunch" said Miss Lily.

Hazel nodded with a smile, in her heart she said, simply looking at the smiles of mother, father, and brother Zayn, is more pleasant than having to dissolve in the sadness of love problems.

"I went to the room, Mother," Hazel said before turning around and ascending to the second floor, where her room was located.

Miss Lily immediately showed a smile when Hazel turned her back, she still felt guilty for what she had done to her son. Bringing the problems of the past to his children is a shame, should this problem not be worth retelling - let them enjoy a better youth than their parents.

When he arrived at the room, Hazel was made silent when she saw the photos with Angkasa no longer exist. His room was completely cleaned of various kinds of objects, intangibles, and the like in question about Space. He immediately came back out, looking for the whereabouts of his mother, it turned out to be in the living room, welcoming Mr. Gunnar and Firga.

"Ib-mom ...."

Miss Lily, Mr. Gunnar, and Firga turned to Hazel.

"Why, Hazel?" ask Miss Lily.

"W-who tidied up my room?" hazel asked, her eyes reddened with tears. He knew it was time to let go, but did he have to throw away all his memories? Least ....

"Fraight dad, I happen to be free today, why? You don't like it?" Not his mother who answered because asked, even his father who came suddenly.

Hazel turned her head with a reddened face, she was actually holding back the crying right now. "Dad ... why? Why should they throw everything away?" said Hazel lirih.

Mr. Arga is shaking his shoulder. "Dad did things you haven't had time to do, quickly change clothes, not polite to make guests wait," said Mr. Arga.

Hazel took a heavy breath and exhaled while lowering her shoulders. Without saying another word, he immediately ran to his room.

When he reached the room, he was still trying to find his belongings around the room, from starting under the bed, garbage cans in the room, and others. But, no, everything is gone. Hazel dropped to the floor, she closed her lips tightly so as not to make a sound, she could only cry over everything, a strange feeling that kept bothering her.

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Before returning home, Angkasa went to the Mental Hospital where his mother was being treated first. He wants to ensure the development of his mother every day, whether improving or otherwise.

His head felt dizzy when he reached his destination, where mentally troubled people were passing by on the right, left, front, and back sides. Will it be like this if it continues to be hit by various kinds of burdens? That question made his head wince. He could only shake his head and resolve that he would not be like that.

"Where's my mother, Sister?" ask Angkasa to the nurse who used to take care of her mother.

"Power, huh? Come with me," said the sister tagged Keyli.

"Good day, Miss Erika, the mother's child named Angkasa came, you know, please, Angkasa, go straight inside" said Sister Keyli.

Angkasa nodded then stepped in next to his mother who was daydreaming on the mattress. He did not react, not even looking.

"How are you, Mom? I hope Mom always improves every second that passes," said Angkasa, looking down.

"Today I'm going to get a job, Mom's always mad that I'm doing things without permission, I hope you let me this time. I hope you get well soon, there's a lot I want to tell you. Oh yeah, some tutoring schedule I don't follow anymore." Space is smiling small. "Where may I continue to follow the lessons but do not give dues to the tutor. I'll divide my time as best I can, at least, even if I can't beat Hazel, I can keep my grades."

As the Space spoke, his mother did not respond at all. Until Angkasa stopped his speech even his mother did not turn her head.

"I can't stay here long, I'll be back tomorrow, I'll be home, Mom. Don't worry about me, I'm not a little space anymore, I'm big, focus on healing Mom, I'm home, I love you." After saying that Angkasa immediately woke up from his seat.

Before leaving, Angkasa turned his head briefly towards his mother, but his mother was still as before, silent while staring at the window. He took a slow breath and turned his body back. He will continue to do this until his mother can recognize him again.

He told Sister Keyli to hide it from space. Once he is fully healed, he will say it himself.

"I'm sorry, Mother, Angkasa, sorry because your mother is not this sane, you must be hit by a burden that you should not feel at such a young age," said Ms. Erika, her lips trembling, her lips quivering, his eyes did not blink, his tears were still flowing.

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Hazel didn't talk much at lunch. Usually, he was the one who bothered to comment the most about how delicious his mother's food was. Not infrequently he daydreams while stirring food.

"Same father Gunnar wants to talk to Firga first in the workspace, yes, there are things that we need to discuss seriously and with a calm situation, you accompany Firga for a moment, yes?" said Mr. Arga.

Hazel understood that her father was only trying to get her closer to Phirga, he wanted Hazel to forget about Space immediately. Her father was a little coercive, but it was for Hazel's good. Even so, Hazel's wounds were still too new, it felt like she was a bit annoyed if her father kept trying to push like this. At least, give him time to heal himself ....

"Mom, please make me the same Mr. Gunnar coffee, huh?" said Mr. Gunnar.

Miss Lily nodded, before leaving she rubbed Hazel's head.

Now the dining room looked silent, neither Hazel nor Firga spoke. They are equally uncomfortable. Hazel who is not used to being with Phirga and Phirga who are afraid of arising adultery or the like if they continue together like this.

"I'm sorry that I was with you, now that I realize, not everything I see I can conclude with one word. A good person is not necessarily a good person, and vice versa. I don't want any more peaches between us, hopefully our relationship can be as good as it was in childhood as my father, mother and others even though I don't remember," said Hazel while stirring her mother's guava juice.

Firga nodded. "I have no problemin, thank you for understanding, I am the most unable to see people do wrong, yes. As Muslims, we are required to remind each other. Letting people do wrong is a despicable act" Firga said without looking at Hazel in the slightest.

"Is the relationship wrong? Why do you always blaspheme me if the two are the same Space?" This time Hazel stared at Firga, Firga did not look at her at all, so she was brave.

Firga nodded. "You distinguish between what blasphemy is and what advice is, I only remind you. And about dating, not just mistakes, it's sinful. God commands us not to approach adultery. You can imagine yourself, approach it already a sin, let alone do it. Zina is a great sin and courting one of the many acts of adultery. Even if dating only through chat. As a man, if he really loved and loved you, he wouldn't want to look at you, praise you, let alone touch you, because what? Unmarried men and women touch, think of each other with love, let alone get used to being together without shame again. And as a woman, she should have kept herself - shut up and not preen to attract the attention of the men of ajnabi. Now, this problem is often spelled out as too big and too big, but .. not the ancients said, but God advocated."

Hazel fell silent, it was fitting that Firga had never looked at her for more than three seconds. He thought it was disrespectful, in fact the thing that Firga did was one form to appreciate women.

"Can man not have love? Why hold him back until he has a legitimate lover?"

Firga smiled slightly at a glance. "Nobody forbids people to have love. Love does not have to be about the love of men to women or vice versa. Liking a sweet animal includes love. And about love to the opposite sex, love is born by itself, love to the opposite sex often arises because we are not good at keeping the heart and view. We are not forbidden to love someone, but to love them proportionately. Prophet Muhammad SAW once said, love your lover just, because maybe someday he will be something we hate, on the contrary, hate something that we do not like just, because maybe one day he will be someone or something we love.

"And the way we love someone who is not halal for us also do not exaggerate, do not immediately proclaim it if we are still not ready to marry, because it can disturb our hearts, because it can disturb us, leave everything to Allah SWT, do not overdo it, do not be a slave of love, say to God, if he is our soul mate, unite us and he is in the way that God pleases, if he is not our soul mate, take us away, open our minds, and find us with someone who can accept us as we are, can lead us to the right path. Yes, in essence, Islam educates us to be educated servants, even a way of yawning there is something in Islam. If only we would learn it, ah .. how beautiful our religion is."

Hazel was amazed by Firga's words, she had good rhetoric, her knowledge was broad, it was appropriate when she was in school that she was liked by many teachers even though it was often a matter of gibberish because of her habit of blaspheming people, no, no, this time because Hazel understood not blasphemy anymore, but reminded.

Hazel nodded her head like a child was advised by her mother not to be naughty before going to school. Without Hazel and Firga knowing, Miss Lily listened to their conversation from the middle room. Firga can explain it in a rational and easy to understand way.

What Firga said is true, love for the opposite sex often arises because we are not good at keeping the heart and view. If in the past he did not have a relationship with the Echoes of the Fathers of Space, maybe this problem will not continue until now. He must study religion more deeply in order to guide his children to the right path. All this time, he was lost, in the ID card stated that his religion is Islam, but what he did so far did not reflect a good servant.

"So, if one day we like someone, just pray with God, do not appear to our love for him, mediocre so, huh? Because if he's our soul mate, how are we supposed to be together?" ask Hazel.

Firga nodded. "But specifically a man, if he is ready to be born and the mind is good to immediately apply the person, thank God, do not try again, there are still many stock women in this world, welcome thank God, vice versa. It could be, our hope is good people and tajir, know God prepare good, tajir, humorous, and so forth, never worry, God created man in pairs kok."

Hazel gave a small smile, with a short talk like this her insight became open. "Whoever my soul mate will be, may he accept me for who I am" Hazel said, staring straight ahead.

Firga secretly amused in the heart, praying good for others is worth good in the eyes of Allah SWT.

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...[.The Firga Gunnar Zhaki]...

...[.Space Davier]...