The Destiny of Love Rania
CHAPTER 25 (HIDAYAH LOVE)
“Open the door...open..” a loud knocking sound is heard from the outside door. By rushing Nisa out and opening the door for Andre, her brother.
“Masya Allah bang, brother why? How battered like this?” nisa asked worriedly looking at her bleeding brother.
“Abang fight again huh? When will you see sech bang?”
“Aahh... noisy kamu” said Andre roughly sambl brushed off the hand of Nisa who was about to touch her brother's face.
“Sini Nisa clean bang..” bargain Nisa then take warm water and cloth and betadine. Nisa sat next to Andre who looked grimacing in pain.
“Aduh... slowly donk Nisaaa...” shouted Andre.
“Iya bang, this is Nisa dah slowly kok”
For a moment of silence. Nisa still continued to clean the wounds on Andre's face and hands.
“Bang..” Nisa called her brother slowly, wanting to feel like she got the affection of her brother like before but at this time it is so difficult not to pay attention, the presence of her brother only rarely she found in this house, his brother rarely came home, came home for a while and did not have the least time to talk to him.
“Nisa apologize if much trouble brother during this” somehow such words that come out of his mouth. Nisa didn't know where to start the conversation.
“Sadar toh you” said.
“Iya.. Nisa is aware of the bang, Nisa is too dependent on her brother. But, if not the same brother who else Nisa should hang life? It was only her brother that Nisa had right now. If mama and papa were still there surely Nisa ngak would be troublesome brother like this.. does not add to the burden of brother's mind.. sorryin Nisa bang...” said Nisa while crying sobbing.
“Aahh. Cengeng times sech you!” instead of comforting Andre even snapped at his sister.
“Already... already.. I want to rest, this is a little money, clever you save. Next week I can not guarantee you again” he said as he passed and entered his room.
After Andre left, Nisa came back crying. His cry was now getting stronger, deeply saddened at this moment. When will he survive? Living with a man like his brother.
“Yes Allah... How can I get money? While SPP money has been 3 months delinquent. Long ago I could be expelled from school” Nisa asked herself.
“I have to be more active ne make the cake. Let it be sold in schools” Nisa tried to encourage herself. Nisa wiped away her tears that were still left on her face and got back up. He went straight to the kitchen and continued making cakes.
“Assalamu’alaikum.” The voice of someone saying greetings was heard by Nisa who was busy making cakes in the kitchen.
“Walaikumusalam..” replied Nisa while running ahead and opening the door.
“Ya Ampuun's.. Zahra...” said Nisa was shocked and happy when she saw Zahra, her classmate, come.
“Come in Zahra..” Nisa let Zahra in.
“What are you doing Nisa? Busy as it looks, I'm not a hiccup?” zahra asked unkindly.
“Not really Zahra, I happen to make cakes again. You want to help? Yuck our kitchen..” Nisa invites Zahra to the kitchen.
“You're great Nisa. You are very independent, you can make your own cake. You can already make money. I salute you” praise Zahra.
“You are not ashamed to befriend this poor me Ra?” ask him to humble himself.
“God's Mass. Why should I be ashamed of Sa?”
“Yes because I'm just a cake seller, I'm not like other friends, who still have parents, who all needs can be met” Nisa said. A look of sadness was on his face.
“Yes Allah Nisa.. You do not think like that, me and other friends are never ashamed to be friends with you or others... we are God's creatures, nothing distinguishes us in the eyes of God. We want to be poor, rich, beautiful or ugly, to be equal in the eyes of God. What distinguishes us in the eyes of God is our worship. Like a hadith on account, Allah does not see your body and your image, but He sees your heart’
(H.R. Muslim)
“So you never feel how again huh? Don't minder. Oya, we are brothers.You should never feel alone. I know how sad it is to have both parents at our young age, who should still need their affection but not get it anymore... consider me and other friends as your brothers, if you need something do not hesitate to ask for help. God willing we will try to help you Nisaa.. because Muslims are likened to one body if one part of the body hurts, the other part of the body also feels pain.” explained Zahra with a smile. The presence of Zahra, Siketua Rohis at his school was able to calm the heart of Nisa who was again sad.
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The clock has shown at 2 am but the slightest eye Andre does not want also closed. His body was now just sick and sore, the fight had actually made almost his entire body become excruciatingly ill. Andre got up from his bed, heading to the large mirror in his room. He looked at himself, from face to toe.
“What more do you want Dre? Is this the life of your choice?” Andre asked himself through the mirror.
Andre closed his eyes for a moment. In the depths of his eyes that somehow suddenly appeared two faces that were unfamiliar to him, a face that he had almost forgotten. That face is the face of his mother and father. Andre saw the light that emanated from both of his parents' faces, but slowly the light faded and gradually darkened without light. Then Andre opened his eyes, he laid his body on his bed.
“Andre. I ask you to please take care of your mother and sister Nisa. You are the one who will be a substitute father later.”.
Somehow his father's last message before dying again terambiang inelinganya.
“Nak...your father has not existed, your father died... “ and now his mother's cries are present in his ears.
“Aaaaahhkk.....” could not stand the strange noises that Andre immediately shouted. What happened to her? Why did what happened 5 years ago bother him?
To expel the allure of his mind Andrepun decided to leave the house. Mana knew by breathing the air of the night the strange thoughts and shadows about her past were soon disappearing. Before leaving the house, Andre finds Nisa sleeping on a long chair in the guest room.
“Why the boy sleeps here, basic!!” as if Andre seems annoyed with Nisa.
Just a step he was about to leave the house, accidentally Andre saw a face painting that he knew was located right next to Nisa who was sleeping soundly, it seems Nisa fell asleep after painting the picture. The highlight of his attention was that the face drawn was his face. It's very similar. Andre was not surprised because it was from the first Nisa was good at painting and the painting was like the original. But, the problem was that the painting was not like her current self. Nisa paints herself in a cocoa shirt and in a copy, again smiling while holding an object that she believes is the mushaf of the Koran.
“What the heck..” Andre took the picture, wanting it to feel like he tore it because the picture seemed to insult him.
His ugly intentions were curbed when Nisa heard talking in her sleep, it seemed like she was delirious.
“Nisa wants to bang Andre changed.. As before. ngak like to be angry again.it requests Nisa yes Allah..” those words that come out of her lips Nisa. Andre was shocked to hear it. What is this kid's dream? Why did he carry his name?
Seeing that scene seemed like there was something else in his heart. A subtle touch suddenly struck the bottom of his heart, but was hurriedly brushed aside. He cannot be weak. His ego is back he maintains.
“Omong empty..” said Andre while throwing a picture that did not so he torn it. Then he left the house, went through a dark and lonely night.
Andre continued walking aimlessly. Andre grabbed the cigarette and sucked the cigarette deeply while turning his mind a little messed up tonight.
“Love it doesn't need a reason. If the heart is steady say love all shortcomings and weaknesses will be covered.”.
Andre nodded in heart. He tries to take his mind off remembering the past with his family but now somehow he suddenly remembers his past with a woman who once filled his heart.
“For the sake of Allah. I trust you so much Ndre, I love you. But, tonight I just know your stripes actually, you never love me. You just played me. You ruined my life.. you have the heart of Ndre, you are evil.”
Andre threw the half-living cigarette on the ground, a bottle of drink was targeted, he kicked the bottle very strongly, to vent his frustration to his current mind.
“Aaaaakhhk... What happened to me? Fuck...” Andre cursed himself. He increasingly took his footsteps, penetrating the darkness of the night without direction and purpose. Along the journey of the shadow of his parents, his sister Nisa and the woman he had hurt alternately present in his eyes. Andre rubbed his eyes until it hurt.
“Fuck, damn.. Why are you ha?” Andre shouted like an atrocity. His head suddenly hurt incredibly. He was no longer able to hold his body which eventually stumbled and fell unconscious in front of a building that read Pesantren Ar-Rahman.
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When he woke up, Andre found himself in a place that was so foreign to him. He lay on the red carpet. Carpet where people to pray, it is not wrong that he is in a mosque.
“Why am I here?” Andre tried to get up but it was hard, his headache was getting rampant as he tried to get up.
“Quiet son, you just rest first” a voice heard from the side. He looked at the source of the softened voice, with still vaguely Andre found a grandfather dressed in white, bearded with a bagbih in his hand sitting right on his left.
“I where? And..who are you?” ask Andre.
“I am the Servant of God and you are now in the house of Allah”.
“This is the wrong place. I shouldn't be here” said Andre and tried to stand up again but in vain his head still hurts as well. He wondered what was in his head why it hurt so much to stand up?
“Once your life is ruined young man. How many people have suffered for your actions.”.
Andre was really jolted at hearing the words of this old geezer. Know what he knows about his life? Just know how dare he not glue himself like that? Andre grumbled in his heart.
“Come insyaf young people.repent with true repentance... surely you will not regret..”.
Again these pretentious parents make Andre confused. He even told himself to repent? Aaaahh.he's in the wrong place. This is not his world. This is not the place.
“God still loves you young man. as hard as a stone will be destroyed too. let alone a human heart whose base material is not stone, will certainly be soft as well.”.
Whatdoes thatmean? Is his heart hard as a rock? Maybe yes.. continue what is the problem for you parents? Andre could only curse in his heart without replying to every word of the grandfather.
“The pardon of God is so vast a young man. The sky and the earth. Even if you bring sin and guilt to the whole earth, God will forgive your sins to the whole earth. That's promise. Allah Azza Wa Jalla”
“Ten your heart. Throw away ego. Back to rest in front of him. Begging forgiveness. Apologizing to the people – people you have hurt. The trust you have neglected. Promises you have denied.Piercing words. Remember that you will be responsible in front of Him. What can you be responsible for later? Your sins will plunge you in a hole called hell.” explained the grandfather firmly and authoritatively. Andre listened to every sentence that came out of the foreign grandfather's mouth. It is undeniable that his heart is like being splashed with a splash of cool water flowing in his shoulder, although only a little because again his ego again plays a role. His ego does not want to lose. But the so-called ordinary man who is weak, limited and always feels dependence on the more powerful, surely he needs that power. That's what Andre feels right now. The pain in his head that was so incredible that his ego was removed, his heart became soft, his mind complained and spoke also finally from his mouth words that had not come out of his mouth for a long time.
“Yes Allah...” hissing by holding his head as if to break. Never did he feel this kind of pain, like being stabbed by a sharp object, so sick..........
“That's how much pain they have suffered...” said the grandfather as if to make Andre fully aware that he was wrong to hurt and make suffering for the elderly, his sister and that woman.
“Ahhkkk... it hurts so much Allahh..” Andre yelling. Very strong. with still holding his head, even banging his own head and until finally. his body seemed to limp... Andre was unconscious again... Yach! It was just a drop, but it was an extremely precious droplet that came out from the eyes of a ferocious thug like Andre...
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