The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
44. The Best Place to Look Only at Allah.
Bram has arrived at a hospital roof top. When the helicopter landed there were already several five men in black clothes waiting for him.
Bram and Ayra followed the man in black. Eventually, they arrived at one of the patient rooms. An elderly woman of about 70 years old was lying in the Hospital Bed.
Bram came closer to the bed. Grunts one hand without drip twists. Ayra followed Bram standing next to the patient's bed.
"Be-."
Mr. Erlangga did not speak when Mrs Lukis gestured through one of her index fingers which she placed on her aunt.
The atmosphere was so quiet and the scenery that had never happened this time Ayra saw was so unbelievable. When a vanity that her husband used to display, when his stoic attitude he also showed, then this time he was like weak and helpless.
In front of my grandmother who was asleep. The man who had been her husband for three days was shedding tears. No one knew what tears the CEO had shed but from his face he was very sad. Until Isak a small cry from a tall body makes Ayra rubbed her husband's back.
No one's making a sound. Soon Rani and Bambang were present in the room. Ayra glanced at the clock and decided to look for Mushola because she had already entered Dzuhur's time.
"Where are you going Ay?"
The painter mistress whose eyes were puffy asked when Ayra came out.
"Ayra wants to pray Dzuhur ma. Mama's coming?"
The mistress looked at Ayra. There was a warm feeling in his heart. There is a sense of regret, is it because his family is so arid from religious science? is because he is only a Muslim ID card but never served his obligations as a Muslim.
"Mama come out, Ay. Let mama accompany you."
Rani, Bambang and Mr. Erlangga looked at the mistress of Lukis with a look of disbelief. Ayra and Lady Lukis left the patient room towards a room in front of which was written Musholla.
Ayra walked towards the ablution and Lady Lukis washed her face. Finished ablution Mistress painted back sobbing with a wet face. Ayra approached her one-handed mother-in-law resting on the gray marble wall of the ablution.
"What's the matter ma?"
Lady Lukis hugged Ayra. Ayra understood that her mother-in-law was sad. He was very sad but he preferred to cry and complain to those who have the world and its contents.
"What's wrong and the sin of Mama Ay. To have to look at the three sons of mama as if repeatedly throwing dirt not only on him but also us his parents."
Ayra led Lady Lukis into the hall of musholla. They sat down, the faces of the two women were both wet but Lady Pain was wet not because of ablution but because she washed her face.
"Ma, do you know the difference between Man and God? Human relations, good as a mountain, will be covered by one evil. It is not uncommon for us to end a friendship just because of one friend's fault, and in an instant, we ignore many of the good he has done to us before.
It is different from our relationship to God. The sins we commit God will be forgiven by God, because of the nature of the love we have for Him, and the hatred we have for the devil who always persuades us to sin."
Lady Paints raised her face. He looked at Ayra's face. The face of the painted mistress still looked a deep sadness. The grief of a mother's heart who feels that she has failed to educate her sons. Until he returned he swallowed a bitter pill when his son was in the media because of a case that smelled adultery.
"Will the children of the mother who also committed that shameful sin be forgiven, huh?
"God, God is forgiving. Even though we humans still act and obey the whispers of the devil. God forgives us because of our good side. When we repent and do not repeat the sin again.
Even if we feel we have not sinned today. We may commit sins that we did not intentionally commit. For example, hurting someone else's feelings without us noticing."
There was a calmness in the heart of mistress Lukis seeing Ayra so convincingly say something that perhaps her heart never found. He had an arid heart that would be spiritual flush as if it were raining when the matter of his eldest son was sticking out, and that was when it was.
"Ay, teach mama to pray. Mama has not performed obligatory prayers for a long time. Probably last time Bram was a kid."
Deg.
Ayra was shocked by her mother's words. But there is a sense of happiness because the mother-in-law is able to get guidance. Ayra nodded and looked at Madame Painted with tears of happiness.
"Why did these tears just come out? You didn't drip it for Bram. But you're crying just because you want to pray?"
"Because it will increase the strength of the Pradipta ma family, to face the problems that hit the Bram mas. Ayra was happy, because of the 3 prayers that mustajab one of her is the prayer of parents to her child.
Prophet Shallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam once said to Abu Hurairah:
The three mustajab prayers, no doubt in all three, (one of them) are the prayers of the parents to their children."
"Really Ay?"
"Goddessa ma. Moreover, the prayer was delivered by a mother. Mama knew in the days of the Prophet there was a young man named Uwais Al Qarni.
The young man was very dear to his mother, his daily work was spent taking care of his mother, everywhere he always carried, even carrying his mother from Yemen to Mecca on foot, because they want to grant the wishes of the mother, pilgrimage to Baitullah.
Until he only prayed that his mother's sins be forgiven because he assumed that if his mother entered Mak's heaven with her mother's pleasure he would also go into God's paradise.
So the wisdom contained is not only a child who is devoted to his mother but a mother who is sincere and accepts the prayers of her child. Then you can prove for yourself whether the mother's prayer will help her son survive the cruel slanders."
The corner of Mistress Paints lips could finally be interested. From this morning he had not had time to smile when he heard the news about Bram plus grandmother who also dropped to have to be treated.
As if carrying water during the drought, Ayra gave a new spirit. Until the lady of faith should try it.
"We're trying to paint, for your son's sake."
"Put thy Hidayah to the mother-in-law of the servant and the whole family of the servant's husband Rabb."
"Let's pray."
Ayra smiled when she saw Madam Lukis so excited.
"Ma, the legal requirement for prayer is one of them holy from small and large hadats. With wudhu. So we're wudhu first huh."
"But teach mama Ay. mama has almost forgotten."
Ayra nodded quickly, they headed towards the ablution by walking in tandem.