The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
156 Regrets of Mr. Bagas
Death is the door between the world and the Hereafter. When the body and spirit are still together wading through life in the world. The heart seems to forget if we will pass through the door that is commonly called dead. If in life we can again start a failed effort for the happiness of living in the world. When the word death comes near. We will not be able to repeat our efforts to gather supplies that will make us happy, in the hereafter.
Mr. Bagas, even though the owner of nature continues to remember himself that he does not always live in this world. Death of a faithful wife. A wife who is willing to bear the pain because her husband is obsessed with other women.
No more words of regret. When Mr. Bagas' lips were unable to call someone to help him. There was no force from the veins on his legs to move let alone step. Ordinary feet and knees step into more attractive places to make money despite making themselves active because there are rights of others who are sometimes deprived. There are funds that are sometimes inflated. Now the feet are cold. Even the word sorry has not been spoken to the person he dzolimi.
Mr. Bagas' tears kept flowing soaking his bed cushion. Only his heart can speak word for word, pleading for forgiveness from his Lord.
"Yes Allah.... Forgive me. Forgive me. forgive me... "
The tightness in Mr. Bagas made the man more tormented. The regret of the treasure that he had never spent to give alms even his Mal zakat was never fulfilled. Short of breath, when remembering how he looked at the ceiling. When he was satisfied to have a luxurious and magnificent house was not able to help him through the process that now feels very sick.
Lips are very confused because they cannot be moved to pronounce tawhid sentences. Want to say Istighfar but still unable to do. The tears of Mr. Bagas increasingly heavy when the shadow he once buried the body of his wife. When the shroud is opened and the directed face faces the qibla, while kissing the ground.when it will be buried in the ground of the board that closes the hole burrow. He imagined himself in the position of his wife.
The crying became. Crying without a sound. Weeping without lamentation, only tears wet the eyes and pillows that support the head that has almost never prostrated to fulfill the five times which is a very important worship in Islam.
Until sunrise, the residence of Pak Bagas has been crowded with residents, families, relatives. News from the Agassi or Sasi family. That morning, it has come home to Rahmatullah Mr. Bagas. Sasi, who was still in the hospital, felt great sadness. Because his condition can't be at the father's funeral.
The news of Mr. Bagas' death reached the ears of Bram and Ayra who got the sad news from Rafi. Rafi who looks sunken in his eyes because staying up late shows a condolence from many companies for the death of Mr. Bagas.
"May Allah forgive every sin that Mr. Bagas has committed. God willing, Ayra forgives what she did to Mom and Dad. May Sasi be given the fortitude to face the sad news when happy to get a daughter."
Bram hugged his wife. He could feel if his wife was holding back the tightness in him. It was sad to imagine that he was with Sasi. Sadness because he and Bagas had not had time to talk about it. He only found out when Bram told him the truth happened when the sad news circulated.
"Don't tell me again what the deceased did in his lifetime. If it's about his mistake or his caliphate. You should not have to tell me if Mr. Bagas who Mr. Jamal meant was Sasi's parents. Now Ayra must again try to calm the heart that is very easy to be met by Satan's temptation to not forgive the mistakes of others. He is gone."
"I'm sorry. I was late telling Mu Ay."
"No need Takziah, let mama and papa takziah Ay."
Mr. Erlangga stood up from the sofa where he was sitting. He didn't want Ayra to be too tired.
"Yes Ay. Let Mama and Papa be the one who is not right. You're just here."
"Yes Mom. The police officer also said that Mr. Bram must return to custody tomorrow morning."
Ayra nodded. After the departure of Mr. Erlangga and his wife. Rafi also wanted to leave but Ayra asked for his help to print the Thesis that he had been working on. Next week he will be taking the Thesis test.
"I have a meeting this afternoon, ma'am. Later I asked the office to find a printing press to print it. Oh yes Ma'am Aisha gave an example of a kebaya at the mom's graduation event later she said she had not opened her email"
Ayra seduces Rafi when she hands one external hard drive to Rafi.
"Why do you have to pass the message? doesn't he have my no right now? or do you have a special relationship? Halalin immediately if fit Fi. Don't be afraid of the devil being the third."
"What's??? Oh No. No Ma'am. That Jones is not my type."
"Sok cool. What kind of you are you?"
Bram throws a small pillow towards Rafi lucky his assistant quickly catches the pillow.
"At least I don't want to be with women who often nag like that Ice Ice Girl."
"This vast world would feel cramped if people hated Rafi."
Bram chimed in.
"And a room as small as this would feel so big if it loved each other."
"Owh God I want to get married immediately so as not to continue to be seduced by this couple."
"Rafi! since when have you dared to tweet in front of me?"
"since. Bu Ayra leads the Mikel group. MIKEL Group doesn't feel haunted, sir."
"Raffirmation!"
"Maaass.... "
Rafi quickly left the couple. He did not dare to look at Bram's face with both eyes glaring. Ayra laughed because she saw Rafi's silly behavior that ran like it was flushed.
"Mas. Don't get angry often. Poor Rafi. It works hard. He is honest, and trustworthy. There is no job he left as long as he is not in the company. Look at her age which is only under two years, she is still single. Because it's too busy working."
Bram. He remembered how he saw the struggle of Rafi who from childhood lived in an orphanage. In fact, he accepted Rafi because he saw for himself the struggle of his assistant in reaching his ideals to be able to get a scholarship abroad.
"How about we match up with Aisha?"
Ayra smile. One thumb he lifted the sign agreed.
"But. Ayra find out first. Whether Aisha has a proposal or is she in a relationship."
"Huh. Can't wait to see that Rafi licked her own spit."
Ayra placed her chin on her husband's shoulder from the side. She narrowed her eyes while smiling at her husband.
"Like this man before Ayra who also used to be very dislikeful of his wife? Now the zombies are acute."
"Ayra..... "
Bram, who from last night removed the infusion hose attached to his hand, immediately carried his wife until Ayra put both hands on Bram's neck. Unfortunately, Rafi's fate came back when she left her phone on the sofa. He was glued to the door when it opened. Bram who was still holding his wife took a deep breath.
"Raffirmation...!"