The Crown
The end of a story
"Patch yourself well, brother. Remember to always be gentle and patient with your sister's wife."
Fateeh is like a child who is about to go. He carried a suitcase while bowing his head while I was giving him advice.
"Titip Kak Fateeh, yes, Kak Khadijah. Who patiently faces his childish attitude. He's a little bit stingy by the way but he's good, really."
Khadija.
"If there's anything, call Brother immediately" said Arzhan.
"Yes, Brother."
After Fateeh and Khadija left, I went inside to Papa's room. There Papa was getting ready to go back to the home. This afternoon Arzhan and I will take Papa.
This big house is now very quiet. Slowly everyone left him one by one.
The warmth that once filled the room, now no longer felt.
The laughter and commotion that I caused during the fight with Fateeh, is now only a shadow in memory.
The wind behind the house was so cold. Flowers that used to look beautiful now feel colorless.
Vegetable plants owned by Mama, now appear empty pots without occupants. There was no more joy in the gazebo where we drank tea in the afternoon.
Clean, but looks worn. I don't know how long it hasn't been held.
"Do you miss your residents? Do you remember the last time we sat and chatted here? I even forgot what we did last time."
I'm like a madman talking to wooden poles.
Sit while staring at your little garden. Like seeing a replay, there was Mama there picking tomatoes while smiling fondly at Papa standing in front of her.
Fateeh who came then suddenly hit for no reason. The beginning of the commotion until we hit each other and even rolled on the floor.
There was Arzhan watching us grapple. His sturdy hands pulled my collar like a mother cat carrying her cubs. He'll sit me next to him. Randomize hair while smiling.
I loved hugging her at the time. Her muscular body and the smell of her perfume made me feel at ease.
The shadow disappeared instantly as Papa came over. Sakya and Chana run after the butterflies that fly because soon the rambutan tree will bear fruit. Yellow butterflies fly everywhere.
Dad sat next to me without a word. I just kept quiet while leaning my head on his arm. While Arzhan sat by my other side. He held my hand tightly.
Problem after problem comes in alternating. Every test and test comes through.
But in the end we will get through it all. Just live because life is a journey not an escape. So, do not run away from anything that comes your way.
We just need to look ahead, make the past a lesson to improve what we will pass later.
Bismillah alone, with God as our goal, then life will feel easier.
Forgive all who have wronged us so that our hearts may be light. Believe me, hating others is very self-torturing.
Free our minds from all the bad things so that we get the good things.
Positive thinking alone on what God gives, maybe we feel this is too heavy but God knows that we are capable. There is no test that God gives beyond our ability as a people.
...🌺🌺🌺...
Hi .. hi ...
The end of Iksia's journey stops here huh. Forgive me for not being able to write a story for hundreds of episodes. 🙏😭
Very confused if written with a problem that is not complicated.
But take it easy, problems that are not finished in this season will be finished in season 2 later.
Wait for the second season to read. Thank you for reading. May we all be happy always.
bye bye 👋👋
Stop by her S2, yes 🥰 👇👇👇
Also stop here 👇 🤗
Follow me, join to room chat /group. At the end of this month there will be a quiz on my works. There is a novel book that will be the main prize for two winners.
Yuk buruan come. 😉