SHAHDU IN THE SENDU
Stranger
...Part 21's...
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“Assalamualaikum”
Zareen turned “Waalai – kumsalam”. With a severed voice Zareen answered Zain's greeting. Zain smiled from afar looking at Zareen who was looking at him in surprise.
“Hy, can I enter”?
Zareen awoke from her shock and walked over to the fence then opened it for Zain. Without a word said Zareen immediately turned around to go back into the house, “Where is your smile my wife”?. Zain who understood this situation only entered and followed Zareen from behind.
“Please sit down first Mas, I call Dad and Mom first”
Zain smiled again and nodded, he looked at the back of Zareen who turned to leave him, “I know you must not be comfortable being cold like that to me, you look awkward to play her my wife”. Zain smiled again when the last word he said touched his heart, his heart trembled with every word he said, yeah he looks very fond of that word now.
“How are you nak”?. Zain awakens from his daydreams due to his father-in-law Fatma's greeting, Zain stands up and shakes the hands of Ibuk and Father, who are,
“Alhamdulillah Zain healthy buk, Ibuk same Dad is also healthy-healthy kan”?
“Good son, Alhamdulillah, it's just that Zareen's father lately his disease often relapses”. Fatma replied with a smile
“I'm a frail old man, my body is not as strong as it used to be, there are already many who are sick, so I can not protect my daughter like I used to be”. Father replied with eyes that kept staring right into Zain's eyeballs.
Fatma rolled a glance at Father and clasped her hand with a small slit on her head.
“I'm sorry Daddy”. Just that word came out of Zain's mouth, he ducked to the floor, this face as if he had no more courage to look up, he really lost the confidence that had always managed to make the opponent submit at his business table.
“As a Father my heart is devastated to see what happened to Zareen. With drops of sweat I was raising her, with all my ability, I tried to give her everything that was best. I educated him and taught him about religion. Zareen is not a dissident child, she always obeys what we say in kindness, and she is also not a spoiled woman, she helps us in everything she can, she said, and what teaching did I not teach until she made her husband angry?”
The atmosphere was quiet, and Dad continued
“Whenever he makes a mistake, then teach him in a makruf way, that is the responsibility I have been holding all this time, and now that responsibility is yours”.
Zain kept bowing to all of Dad's words, knowing that Dad was expressing all the disappointments in his heart, and Zain had no words he would express as justification, he's the one who's been reckless.
Zareen came with a tray with two cups of coffee on top, he put one in front of Dad and one for Zain. As he was about to return to the back Father stopped him and told him to sit down. Zareen turned around and took a seat next to Zain, as only that place was still empty.
“So now what does your arrival mean?” Father continued
Zain raised his head and in a calm voice he said “I want to pick up Zareen yah”
Instant silence, and Zain continued “I want to bring my wife back home, to Jakarta”
Zain said all that with his deep gaze staring at the bowed wife with interlocking hands, “Give me a second chancewell, I will fix everything, I want to start everything from scratch with Zareen, I want to maintain this marriage”.
Zareen raised his face and when their gazes met, Zain's teary eyes could see Zareen's shock, as if he did not believe and doubted everything he had said, Zain answered Zareen's doubts with a smile.
Father and Mother looked at each other, then Dad said “Everything we leave to Zareen.
Everything came back silent, with an uncertain heart Zain continued to see his wife, looking forward to what answer Zareen would give, “Turn my wife, apologize to me”.
“Za will give you an answer tomorrow Father, Za istikharah du”.
“Alright son, do it, ask God for guidance as best as we can where we complain”
Dad nodded then turned his gaze to Zain, “As you heard, Zareen has not been able to give his answer now, he will be wise first, are you willing to wait for him?”
“I will give time to Zareen think well, I will wait for him”. Zain said firmly with eyes that stared in his wife.
“Yes, this is what it feels like to wait for an answer, I married her when she was unconscious, unable to hear and see, not having the opportunity to agree or refuse. At this moment Zareen with his consciousness was able to see me, the man who had failed him, oh god, what answer Zareen would give, help the servant to convince his heart god. Turns out this is what it feels like to ask someone, with a heart that hopes anxiously waiting for the answer”
Zareen promised to give the answer in the next three days, and during the wait for the answer, Dad asked Zain to stay in this house only, because the idah talak one that Zain gave has not been exhausted, so they are not strangers who become illegal to take shelter in one house.
After the conversation was over and clear, Dad returned to the garden not far behind the house, with Fatma's father finishing planting cassava that was still abandoned.
While Zareen returned to the dapaur leaving Zain without a word in the living room, Zain who understood not trying to follow Zareen, he walked down the not-so-extensive house, simple house with enough furniture, not much decoration here and there are only a few calligraphy figures displayed on the wall.
Zain continued to look around, until his attention was stopped when he saw three photo albums located at the very back of a neat row of books. Zain then took those three albums and took them to the couch, and looked at them one by one. Zain took the album whose cover had faded, probably the oldest of these three albums.
Opening it and on the initial sheet is seen a photo of two people sitting next to the dei pelaminan with the bride wearing a large ornament patterned in gold “Sun-ting”, Zain spelled it, Zain said, he knew what I was wearing, yes it was a wedding photo and reception Dad and Momuk. The father who looks very handsome and dignified wearing a red velvet shirt with a keris that is inserted in the folds of songket cloth wrapped around the waist of the father, Father, and Ibuk who was standing right next to Dad held Dad's arm with a smile. It was from Ibuk that Zareen apparently got an ayu face and a gentle gaze, Zareen really similar to his mother.
Zain kept flipping over and over again after the sheet album of the memoriam of Father and Ibuk until the end. Then Zain switched to the second album with a more colorful cover, with a painting of white roses in front of him, Zain opened the early aisle, which was a beautiful, and there he saw a portrait of a baby still in bedong with eyes closed, Zain gasped and then smiled sumringah, “Yes Allah, cute once you my wife”. Zain muttered while laughing
“What do I do”? Tanya Zareen immediately took the album that was in Zain's hands
“Eh is taken, Mas is not finished seeing it”
Spontaneously Zareen looked at Zain, he gasped at what Zain had just said. Zain calls himself “Mas”, this is the first time the word has been thrown from the mouth of the husband, whose husband has always coldly said “saya”.
Zain who does not understand continue “Why, Mas will just want to look at the photo was”
“Mas can't see it”. Zareen picked up as soon as she came to her senses from her shock.
“Emang why?”. Ask Zain who is still clammy
“Yes can not, Mas play take-away, it should be Mas ask permission first, who knows there is privacy of people who should not Mas see”
Zain was troubled, his heart felt sore hearing the words that were thrown from Zareen's mouth, then he muttered softly, “Are you thinking Mas is a stranger now Zareen?”
Zareen who was about to close the closet door because he just finished putting the albums back down stopped, silent, he did not give any response and then went back to the kitchen.
“Now I'm like a stranger in your eyes, I don't like this. But this is all my fault, ignoring you who once wholeheartedly stared at and adored me as a husband”. Zain smiled wryly in his own foolishness.
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Istikharah prayer is a recommended practice for someone who is in turmoil and confusion when faced with a choice.
“From Jabir's friend he said; the Prophet taught us istikharah in determining things, as he taught us the Surah of the Qur’an. If you want to do things/deals, then keep (shalatlah) two rakaat from other than fardhu. Then pray; “Yes Allah, I ask You for the right choice with Your knowledge and I ask for Your power (to overcome the problem) with Your power.
As for the ordinance of prayer is the same as obligatory prayer, which meets the pillars:
Intention
(Usholli sunnatan isikhoroti rack’ataini lillahi ta’ala)
Ihram, followed by prayer
Qiyam (standing upright if one has the ability to do so)
Reading Al-Fatihah
Reading letters from the Qur’an
Rukuk with tuma’ninah
I’tidal or rise from the rukuk
Prostrating
Sit between two prostrations
Tasyahud early
Tasyahud final
Salutations
Tuma'ninah