The Bitter Three's
Suleyman
David knelt next to a simple tombstone inscribed Suleyman Yudha Ravendale Bin Ahmad Ravendale. Her brother's grave is only a dirt step without a fence and without ceramics, but clean and surrounded by shady trees that make the air cool around. The surrounding yard is neatly arranged green grass, the tomb of Ahmad Ravendale's extended family, Papa David. But now it is only filled by Suleyman's body there.
Papa David approached with a broomstick in his hand. He finished cleaning the dry leaves around. While Mama David was busy at the Family Foundation, she had already visited last week. But still had time to drop cucur cakes are usually sold at the foot of five in front of the funeral fence.
David's arrival this time just .. I don't know. He had not been on pilgrimage for a long time. He thought for what, after all praying could be anywhere and he had paid the funeral caretaker very expensive to just clean.
But after looking at Alwa, he wanted to go to Suleyman's grave instead.
“Usually in certain days many come,” said Papa David.
“Hem,”
“People from the study, his friends, also people from the government and Islamic organizations,”
“I don't want to hear that, Pah,” cut David. He didn't care who came to Suleyman's tomb, he didn't want to get involved.
“Yes, Papa understands. Papa was a bit overwhelmed if asked variously, just answer as much as possible,” said Papa David.
David once again breathed.
And his memory goes back to the past, when he was frantically told by his mother that Suleyman was critical.
3 Years ago, though,
David straightened out Vodka in his second sloki while frowning, then used the glass to cool his head. He stuck the glass containing the round ice cubes to his forehead while closing his eyes.
Damn, Suleyman! What are you really doing!! It's in the heart.
“More,” hiss David.
“Nope, don’t do that,” Indra keep the glass from his hands. “We’re on a plane, you’re shouldn't get drunk like this. Tomorrow must be a study, and I don’t want to see you running around because of hangover,” Indra said.
“Just one more, please, I really need it,” complained David.
“Errgh!” sisi Indra. Angrily he waved to the flight attendant asking for Vodka again. “Alcohol can increase fluid flow in the kids which results in dehydration. If we get caught at immigration because you're drunk, you'll take care of yourself.” Omel Indra's.
“I don’t need exhortation,” hiss David while vertical Vodkanya.
“Enough!” Indra snatches the glass in Indra's hands. “it’s Better we got fight and I will punch your face than I see you like this, Dave! Sh*it!”
“You don't know what I'm going to face,”
“I know, you know, I know your brother, and I know your Dad, and you know that I know,” his Indra. “Think you're just dizzy? If I lose you I fail rich! Eyang Amara will mock me all out!”
“How do you know my brother? You never even meet him,”
“He is well known in that group, the group ‘itu’, My family from Arabia, half from Qatar, I definitely know the movement of that group, let alone I am also of Deutsch,” descent
David groaned at it, he got dizzy, “Shit! I need more drink,”
“No! No No No! Isha! Don’t do that! You will kill everyone if you drink!”
“I will killed everyone, immediately,” furious David. “Start from you,”
“Ck! Already ah! It's enough David Yudha, Sana sleep!” Indra kicked David's calf.
And they arrived, in the hospital, in the hidden ICU room. The hospital belonged to the Indra family, so it was easy for them to place Suleyman in a secret place.
“David, Condition ..”
“Sst! Don't talk yet, Papa. Let me go in first,” David said as he walked with shaky steps into the ICU room.
In the corner of her eyes she saw two women crying, her mother hugging them. Then some people with white and white robe and scented typical of Arabic perfumes, some scholars, some higher-ups. He didn't know them, so David ignored him and went into the room where Suleyman was being treated.
Suleyman, the state of,
Her, her brother's face did not appear to be in pain. His mouth was muttering and his breathing was wheezing, but his lips were smiling.
“Hei,” greet David.
“Assalamu’alaikum, Bro,”
David did not answer Suleyman's greeting.
“Basic moron!” grunts David.
“I've been used to being told that by you, someday you'll understand,”
“While I understand it I will keep spying on you,”
Suleyman chuckled while coughing.
“Shoot where?” david sahut direct, direct,
“In the chest, penetrates most of the heart,”
“Your caliph is in front?”
"Good, if he's in front I'm gonna punch him in the face,"
"Hehe, man,"
They both knew David didn't mean it.
“Then what do you want now? If you continue your struggle, I retreat. I'm a neutral class, even almost an agnostic if you don't call me here!” david Sahut.
“Hehe, only you I trust in this world,”
“Besides Your Caliph?”
“I could have accepted his help but you're my sister, you're the main one for me,”
“Omong empty, If you consider me a sister, you will not harm my position,” grumbled David.
“David, this golden Caliphate we built ..”
“Don't lecture me, I will go all out against you until you die. I'm a capitalist, watch until you drop my share price because of your golden ideology,”
“Yes yes, besides I call you on other business, after all you will soon find out about myself and our movements,” Suleyman coughed. “David, the two women in front of it, are my wives ..”
“Hah? Since when did you get married? Two at a time, you think you're that good? You didn't even invite me, and just remember me when you were dying? Nice work, Bro,”
"We've been married for about three years, it's into the fourth year. We met at a rehab,"
"Replace ... You mean the local mental hospital?" guess David.
"They are the people that society has removed, and neither is ready for the jihad I am pursuing. I was busy with my movements and often even forgot about them. I should have taught fiqh with more depth and other lessons, but it was not possible,"
Suleyman grabbed his sister's hand and grabbed it. Warm and calm David's troubled heart.
"They're not involved, please groom them until they're ready to be independent,"
"You crazy? They're not my taste, I have a woman I love,"
"Only you can protect them. From the slander and speech of the people, and from the people who oppose us,"
"You ask for help from the exclusive members of the people who oppose your movement,"
"Hows it? Brilliant right?"
"Damn it! Suleyman!! Do you think marriage is easy?! I'll let them under the bridge! It's good you told me!"
"Thank you, bro. I'm very grateful. I pray that one day all of you will be able to obtain blessings that are abundant and happy always" Suleyman said.
The blood on his chest was getting more and more flowing.
"I have a little legacy for Hanifa and Alwa, you know where, that's our secret safe" Suleyman said.
David just kept quiet while breathing. He knew his brother was dying
"David, I'm sorry for keeping you quiet. We're on a different path, but I always think of you,"
"Don't tell me to repent,"
"Please read Istighfar to me often, yes,"
"Bodo very!"
"Hehe," Then the chanting of the verse immediately came out on Suleyman's lips. For a moment the sound of his life-connecting machine emitted a long strange sound.
David only shed tears at the condition of his brother. The door of the ICU room opened and the ranks of doctors went inside. She could hear her mother crying hysterically outside. But all like a dream, time seemed to stop only around David.the man was only able to stand staring at Suleyman who slowly closed his eyes while turning a smile full of relief.
And David's memory goes back to the present.
“Two of your wives will be released soon when they can stand alone. I love other people. A marriage without love that grows, will only bring misery. So I can't keep them for too long.” David stood up while clearing the ground that was stuck to his knee.
A sad smile fell on David's face, “I managed to convince them that Alwa and Hanifah were not involved in your movements. The inheritance from you will be given as my last living when the talaq has been passed by the court. I hear your friends are entering government. So we, the entrepreneurs have to find other ways so that the coffers of accounts are not disturbed. Alwa I've let go, Hanifah stay. I'll wait until he's ready. I'm doing what I can to protect them, according to your trust,”
Dear readers, dear,
The conditions of the guerrilla movement by Suleyman will not be explained further because it is a sensitive topic in the political and economic circumstances of our country, the novel's theme is comedy and neutral to all religions and beliefs.
Of course Papa and Mama Suleyman did not know about the activities of this child until the time Suleyman was taken to the hospital in critical condition. Everyone said Suleyman was in an accident, but in the end of his jump, Suleyman explained everything to his Mama Papa. While David had known about his brother for a long time, it was also one of the reasons why David stayed away from his family and chose to live in America.
For the safety of everything, both readers and Authors, Suleyman's story will stop here. Next is the absurd love again.
Now everyone knows why Suleyman who is a Caliphate fighter has two wives who feel not too deep in understanding Islam. Because of their short marriage, Suleyman was preoccupied with his organization demanding 24 hours and 7 days. Not to mention that it took about 2 years for Alwa and Hanifah's mental recovery so that they could not receive the information too hurriedly. The three rarely even met, but the three loved each other.
Therefore, Alwa and Hanifa more often learn about Islam through the internet. All the information is spilling over there and often they have trouble sorting through. Also their lifestyle is not entirely shar'i because of the influence of David who adheres to western culture.
Moreover, their age is still very young. They are still 23 years old, still want to have fun, feel love, still often dreamt of socialite style hedon, still often scurrying, even read romantic novels.
David only keeps his wife's morals by imitating Suleyman's habits, but David is not Suleyman.