
The day is almost at night, the mascot is also getting ready to go to the mosque and will shout adzan maghrib. But there was no news of Yulian, Tristan, Arumi and Humaira.
Alex also did not stop to find out how the conditions in Beirut, because Alex did not want to see Khadija continue to grieve thinking about Yulian. The same thing Zuena did.
“Deploy all bodyguards to find out the conditions in Beirut. And especially find out how Abi Yulian is doing, make sure he's okay. Remember, this is an order!”
Tut's... Tut's... Tut's...
After giving orders to her bodyguard Zuena hung up the phone and walked over to Adam who was time for dinner.
“You eat first, Dam. I... want to come out for a minute.” Zuena placed a bowl of porridge on the table.
“Where are you going, Zuena? I hope... You will not harm your own life.” Adam's gaze sharpened.
“Don't worry, I just want to go to Mother Khadijah's house and messiakn conditions there. Who knows Abi Yulian has heard.” Zuena reviewed the smile.
Adam nodded, setting up what Zuena would do. With all black clothes as usual, Zuena also left by driving her car.
‘Ahtar, can I see your sadness?’ ask Zuena inwardly.
At high speed Zuena continued to do his car until entering the yard of Yulian's house is quite spacious. After that Zuena visited there to see how the condition of the family that pengarinaikan himself.
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“Pa, is it safe here?”
“Papa don't know for sure, Ma. But... We just try to stay here until the condition here is completely safe and under control.”
Arumi and Humaira never let go of their hands and they were always together because they did not want to part under any circumstances. And fearing that there will be another bomb attack will cause them to split in fear.
‘Am I not here, O God? Is this the answer to my story with bang Ahtar? Because of this you do not approve?’
The tears in Humaira's eyes instantly decayed. Ahtar's shadow when smiling and even laughing freely passed by, making Humaira sad about a farewell for good. Because no one knows how fate will bring their story.
“Humaira don't be sad! Please you must be strong. Sure the same God will surely protect us.” Arumi nodded her head to convince Humaira.
“Astaghfirullahalazim.”.
Several times Arumi and Humaira continued to recite thoughts, remembering the greatness of God and asking for protection from Allah.
“Quick! Hurry along! Come on you guys here!”
Several times security personnel shouted to give directions for residents who still had difficulty finding shelter. All the other officers also whistled to look for residents if there were casualties when the bomb exploded. Not only that, the fire department team also plunged in to extinguish the blaze that was getting bigger burning several restaurants and other housing.
“That's no attendant, Ma.” Tristan pointed at one of the officers standing in front of him.
“Iya, Pa. Try Papa ask how Yulian's condition, who knows the officer knows.”
“Sial! Damnit damnit! Shit!”
Tristan slammed his hand into the wall that was still quite sturdy, because he felt annoyed that he had not been able to find the whereabouts of Yulian until then.
The night is getting darker, but things in Beirut are still boisterous with some officers running around directing residents to immediately take shelter and look for some of the victims.
“You're here only. Papa thinks this place is safe, in case of another explosion the officer is on standby to help and protect you.”
“Papa itself go to?”
“Papa want to find Yulian, we can not give uncertain news to his family.”
“But Papa must be careful!” a message that has meaning from a child towards his father.
Tristan nodded, reassuring Humaira, who was worried about her condition, as she searched for Yulian. After seeing Humaira and Arumi for a moment, Tristan joined in wearing a safety vest and went to look for the dead and injured.
“Can I see his face? Who knows He's my undiscovered relative.”
Tristan stopped a medical officer while carrying a death toll that had been covered with a wrapper. And after opening Tristan just shook his head with a look of disappointment. Tristan repeatedly did the same thing when medics passed in front of him carrying fatalities. But the result is still the same, Yulian is not one of the fatalities found.
“Sial! Where exactly are you, Yulian? Why among the 78 dead you are not among them. Even the wounded you weren't there. Then... how do I talk to Khadijah?”
Tristan was suddenly lethargic, he was already feeling tired after several hours of pacing around looking for the whereabouts of Yulian. But the results were still not satisfactory, until Tristan decided to take a short break before joining the search again.
“But I should be able to find Yulian, because I myself would not be willing if Yulian died just because of that bomb.”
Glucose... Glucose... Glucose...
A bottle of mineral water provided has been gulped Tristan to release the thirst that makes his throat dry. After releasing his thirst, Tristan returned to look for victims who were still not found.
The clock has shown almost at 02.00 pm, in the third of the night Khadijah asked Hafizha to help him take ablution water to perform tahajud prayers.
”Hasbunallahu wanikmal nakir.” Several times Khadijah gave the prayer to Allah SWT.
In her tears, Khadijah surrendered to Allah to ask for the best, which he must live if Yulian is destined to leave his life forever.
“Hamba has resigned only to You, O Allah. Because I believe You will not test Your people beyond our limits.”
“If in this love tahajud the servant should end the household ark with the husband of the servant, God willing the servant sincerely accept everything Yes Allah.”
Khadijah's hands looked up to pray, after which the prayers were chanted. A few hours later, an unidentified mobile number was calling Ahtar.
Seriate...