The Choice of Abah
Guests in Their Own Home

"Zi, ane stay a while, okay? Something has to be taken care of. If you want to eat, eat. If you want to rest, go to the room just aja."

"Oh, easy stadz, if there is an urgent business please finish first."

"OK ane stay well.."

"Sip."

After Ustadz Burhan, Ozi stood ten meters away from the lip of the door, his gaze seven to Nabila who was welcoming guests with greetings and a smile. Likewise with Arul very mesrah staring at the woman the owner of the nose is sharp, eyebrows thick, and teeth neatly arranged.

"The wife of Mas Arul is beautiful? Denger-denger is a widow, but the recipe is magnificent." Said one of the invited guests, who was standing not far from Ozi's place.

"His husband lives Mba Nabila, for the stupidity of the very tol*l, women as smart and beautiful as Ustadzah Nabila wasted." Again the invitation's greeting made Ozi's ears hot.

Arul sees Ozi from a distance among the invited guests.

"There's Ozi, I met him first, baby."

"I'm coming...?"

"Related?"

"Guild Ainul Yaqin."

Initially only Arul who wants to see Ozi, it turns out Nabila also accompanied her husband to meet Ozi, Nabila's ex-husband.

Dozens of eyes watched, as the two couples left, only to meet the man standing at the door.

"Ustadz Ozii's...." Said one of the foundation administrators, his gaze accompanied the two brides to walk.

"Assalamu'alikum Ustadz." Arul.

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

Following the greeting from Nabila, "Assalamu'alikum Kak."

"Greetings Alaikum Bila, Barakallahulakum, may be the family of Sakinah Mawaddah."

"Thank you, Stadz, for attending our wedding."

Not present, instead Ozi accidentally came to the Foundation just to see the situation, and met Ustadz Burhan.

Without jealousy, Arul lets Nabila meet Ozi, who is none other than his ex-wife.

"Please taste Stadz's alakadar dish."

"Thank you, it's still full."

"When will you get to Sis?" Ask Nabila.

"Ba.Newly Bill." Ozi was so awkward and fascinated to see the beautiful look of his ex-wife.

"Well where is Bil?"

"Well, if you're home, will you go there?"

"Oh yaudah."

"You please continue greeting invited guests, I went around the Foundation first, all in touch with others."

"Oh, okay then, sorry we stayed yah ?"

"Please."

"Sir, Nabila lives well?"

Semenahan Nabila and Arul step together. Ozi took it off with a heavy heart. It is so easy for God to reverse the destiny of human life, not long ago he sat with Nabila in the guarantee, now he was just a guest, uninvited.

Previously he was so respected by the Foundation senders, now no one wants to greet him. Ozi is like a stranger in his homeland, like a guest in his own home.

If God had willed, no creature would have been able to stand in his way. It is very easy for Him to take down and lift up the son of man.

Ozi's gaze was empty, as if the social life people were punishing him, he fell into the mud so deep, not a single branch could save him.

Ozi's footsteps left the hall, not far and still inside the Foundation complex, there is a cemetery that Abah has prepared for the family, there is only one occupant, there is only one, none other than the beloved Mother Ozi.

He rested on the navel of Umi Aisah, his tears fell uncontrollably, his face was now flooded with tears. Sobs rang out, and came out of his lips. Now there is no place for him to tell stories.

"Umi, Ozi dateng, may Umi calm there. Mii, sorry Ozi who never listened to all the advice of Umi, Ozi felt he had a choice of his own life, which ended up like this. If Umi is still there, maybe Ozi will cry on Umi's lap, and kneel apologizing.

Umi, as this is the way of life that Ozi must experience, so this is the way of Ozi's life, there is no one who understands Ozi's situation, no more ears who want to hear the story, no more ears who want to hear the story, no more oral wet praying Ozi, no heart as big as a forgiving Umi's.

O Allah, if this is the end of the story of the servant, whether You will forgive, this stained and sinful self, it is still appropriate for your servant to rest before You, O God!

Ozi held his chest tight, there was no room for him to share his story, his body was free and felt the air, but his soul was shackled and imprisoned in loneliness.

No more friends in line, no place to lean, too many people disappointed with him, no more friends for Ozi to share all grievances, he said, because he is aware of what he has sown. Abah's? Does he want to accept it? After the behavior of his own flesh blood had smeared, and left a black streak on his face. The old reputation he had built up, was destroyed by his own flesh-blood hand.

But after all, Ozi must meet Abah, who now chooses and lives a lot in the house, maybe only the house where he grew up to be the only treasure that will be inherited for him.

Ozi left the tomb, the mother's grave, with slow steps she went, there was no other way, she had to pass through the Hall of the Foundation, which was already full of invited guests, before leaving the Foundation, he said, he took the time to see Arul and Nabila for the last time.

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The magnificent and luxurious house, now looking somber, has buried all the fond memories for Abah and his beloved wife. After getting married, Nabila no longer lives with him. The dream of a father, just want to pet the grandchild and hear the cry of the baby's voice at the age of twilight.

In the room, Abah could only look at the picture of the deceased, occasionally he touched the face in figura, only to release the longing of the heart.

"Aiseh, ane kangen very much the same you, what iye we can gather again in the afterlife later? Do you really want to meet ane Seeh in padang ma'syar later? Do you want to meet ane in the barzah realm?" Abah's tears spilled over the photo in the figura.

"Aiseh, the Nabila is married again, your dear daughter-in-law, who you really hope has a grandchild from her womb, now she belongs to people, you know also her person, the Arul Seeh...soleh businessman, pinter who helped us build madrasah." Abah felt Aisah was beside her.

"See, aren't you kangen the same? Do you feel at home see it yourself so, we will meet again huh? Ane can nemenin you later."

Until finally Abah fell asleep hugging the photo of Aisah, the wife he loved, a great woman who accompanied and strengthened his footsteps, when paddling step.

The sound of people saying greetings, was heard from the front of the house, but Abah was so soundly asleep.

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