The End of Hope
82 Eps. The End of Hope

'Did I like it? I liked him, but he didn't like me'

"Mama... Don't talk about a soul mate anymore."

"Mama didn't talk about your soul mate. Just ask, you like Naya, don't you?"

Ck!

Ares did not answer his mother's question. What does he have to answer? He felt Naya's cold attitude towards him all along. He took a deep breath, and stepped away from the place. He had a glance at Naya, at the same time Naya was staring at him for a while, then busied herself with her children back.

Rasti follows Ares downstairs and they chat in the living room where the big television is. Ares turned on the television, but a little later Rasti turned it off and sat down next to him. Ares glanced at his mother lazily, as Rasti said,

"Ares, listen. You must take advantage of this opportunity well. Naya's a widow, her husband's dead now." Rasti said while patting his son's shoulder.

"Where did mom know?

"Dinda's the story."

"We must not take advantage of others who are being overwritten, ma..."

"What do you say, her husband's been dead long enough, she says it's now almost a year."

"Who knows she hasn't forgotten her husband."

"Everybody is not the same. What you? Hence, this is a good opportunity for you to have a suitable wife for your children."

"Ma.. I don't want to get married because I haven't forgotten about the late Nindi. But because of Yoni."

Ares is a man who will not be easily carried away by emotions just because of his mother or child. Except just a reason. However his personal maturity is very good, experiencing the twists and turns of living only alone without an escort is not easy. So he will not glorify the hope that is not necessarily delivered because it is only limited to wishful thinking in his grasp.

He once had high hopes for the sophistication of medical devices, when he saw his wife lying weakly helpless facing death before his eyes, but it turned out that all his hopes were lost because God actually called him.

Therefore, at this time Ares did not want to expect too much, and he also wanted his mother was not too big to expect Naya to be his daughter-in-law. Worried that his mother laughed.

"And now you see for yourself, right. Is Naya like her mother? Then you still close your heart, do you?"

"Ma, I don't close the door on anyone."

"Do you like Caca? My mom doesn't like that girl. He's too flirty for you. His face looked like Nindi. But behavior is much different. He can't change his brother, he can't!" rasti said while throbbing.

"So. I'm the same Caca is just a co-worker."

"You know the Javanese proverb that says tresno jalaran soko kulino? Watch out later you become like Caca, continue Naya also taken with Rama. You know there's no guy who's happy with Naya? What if Naya's happy with him."

"Did Mama know Rama?"

"Know. Dinda likes her, too" said Rasti with a frown.

"What. Where's biss?"

Rasti recounted some of the events he had seen when they ate together at the cafe, between Dinda and Rama, as well as Naya. Rasti thinks that Rama actually likes Naya and not her son. He was understood because the tomboy character Dinda became the main factor in the difficulty of the girl finding her life partner.

Ares rubbed his face with his palm, then smiled. He shook his head, stepping away to his room leaving his pensive mother. Then Rasti went to her room following her husband who had been there.

In Dinda's room.

"St!" hiss Naya, while keeping one of her index fingers in front of her lips, hinted that Dinda was not too loud to talk.

The girl was calling Rama, they were both talking on the phone in a very intimate atmosphere. Dinda lowered her voice while turning to the bed, and seeing that her two nephews were already fast asleep, As long as Dinda spoke to Rama, she saw how Naya put Yoni to sleep affectionately, like they are two people who have a bond between mother and son.

Dinda just kept quiet and looked amazed, when she saw Naya treating Yoni and Raya like her own son, she guided her two nephews to cleanse themselves and perform the ritual of worship, which she did, they kept talking and finally slept.

Before long, Dinda finished talking to Rama on the phone, she closed her phone along with Naya who was also done with her wishes in the bathroom. He came out already by changing his clothes.

"You got yourself a change of clothes, Nay?" ask Dinda.

"Yes. It's common for me to go always with a change of clothes" Naya said as she stuffed her dirty clothes into a plastic bag.

"Mending you now wear my clothes, tomorrow you wear your own clothes."

Naya follows Dinda's advice and she accepts the clothes Dinda gave her. They also slept in the room in a row in one bed, until the bed looked full. Naya sleeps next to Yoni and Dinda sleeps next to Raya.

"It's sustenance, having a lot of friends in bed, usually myself, sustenance is not about money, right?" ask Dinda.

"He em, yes, you are right." replied Naya.

"You're tight, aren't you sleeping? If it's narrow we just move in with the same papa."

"Not what.." he answered, closed his eyes, and said again, "What did you talk to Rama about, how long did he call?"

"Anything is. The important thing is to hear his voice."

"Dinda, find out what kind of woman she's happy with?"

"Haha, I just feel like she likes you, Nay."

'I hope you like my brother, Nay'

"Hm. That's it." muttered Dinda while looking at the ceiling of the room.

"Dinda, try to emigrate from now on trying to be better, can not follow a style like the style of men, you must learn to be a Muslim woman who closes the aurat, she said, study religion and also change the style of speech do not talk to me anymore. Inget, it's not me who told you all that, it's our religion" Naya said.

"I'm doing my studies here, the average moms are all" Dinda said.

Hearing that Naya then pulled out her phone. He said, "Finding knowledge does not have to be from study directly."

He typed something up and sent someone a message and also sent a message to Dinda's phone, then said,

"What if I knew Ustadzah Hanifah?"

Hanifa was an ustadzah introduced by Farah, a friend of Naya in the city of Rain. Farah and Naya, like communication with Ustadzah Hanifa.

"Over this time, if I have a problem often consulting with him, the person is nice to talk to. Advise in a different way. So if you need someone, just try to confide in him."

Naya only hopes, maybe through Ustazah This Dinda can get guidance from God. Not everyone gets guidance. Allah guides only those He will. While everyone should make the best use of time to learn his own religion.

Naya realizes that she is a person who does not understand religion perfectly, so she does not feel entitled to advise Dinda, she is worried that if she is wrong in speaking, Dinda will avoid her.

There are not many such incidents, in which a person feels guilty, and he expresses his grievance to someone he believes in, (usually a trusted person is someone who has good religious knowledge, or is religious) but someone he believes is blaming and judgmental, rather than advising. He acts as if he has never done anything wrong.

"Okay, I'll try. But I'm still this guy, you want to wear a hijab?"

"Wear the hijab is to cover the aurat, Dinda... Not to conjure up human attitudes and morals. So improving ourselves, must continue to accompany our steps throughout life, not just because it closes the aurat," said Naya.

Closing the aurot, is a reflection of a Muslim woman taking care of herself, is repairing herself is the duty of all Muslims in the world. Was not the Apostle sent to perfect human morality?

"So, dear Dinda.close our aurat, then always improve our attitude until all our tasks in the world are completed, which is to die."

All the names of the people who live in the world are written in a single leaf in the fruit of the tree that is in the Mahfudz Lauh and when one sheet named a person is killed, then that is when the age of man reaches its limit, his duty is done, and his due provision is exhausted.

"Ahk, so it's like that.., Nay, Ares' sister's wife is like you, wear a hijab, beautiful, soft, maybe because of that, Yoni can be close to you."

Hearing Dinda's words, Naya just raised her shoulders. Then turned back to Dinda showing a lazy attitude about Ares.

"You know what, how Yoni was born when it wasn't time?"

"Sleep..it's late at night..I'm sleepy?"

"Aren't you curious?"

"When the story goes.., now I have to take a break, tomorrow I have to work."

"Ck! Tomorrow is a holiday. A lot of people are curious."

Silence has no answer. It was as if Naya had fallen asleep. Without Dinda noticing, Naya shed tears.

'O Allah, I have a good opinion on You, O Allah. You purposely entrusted these children to me...Can I be a mother to them without being his wife?'

Actually what Naya felt was excitement. On the other hand he was very happy with these children, but on the other hand he did not want to meet Ares. He doesn't hate Ares, but he doesn't...

Named by whether feelings like this, between reluctance and shame, between like and not, between getting rid of memories or making new memories with him. Naya curled up biting her lips so that her crying would not come out. Is it not completely clear? Could be.

Sincere is difficult, even if someone harbors his kindness for decades, and one day he brings it up, then the reward of sincerity that has existed for decades will simply disappear. Especially when you feel pain when you are injured. No matter how good it is to treat it, if the wound is too deep, there will still be scars.

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The next morning, when the dawn prayer time had arrived, Naya had already woken up first. He woke up Dinda and Raya, then invited them to pray together. The men in the house went to the mosque.

After the dawn prayers, Raya and Dinda, go back to sleep.

"Hey, why are you sleeping again?" ask Naya while giving her their prayer tools. He himself is still teaching.

"It's a morning sleep opportunity. Usually school." Raya said. And Dinda gave her thumbs up and then followed Raya to sleep while hugging.

"Don't be noisy, watch Yoni get up," Naya said this time he took the Qur'an from Dinda's nightstand. The two human children on the bed raised their thumbs. Makes Naya smile.

"If I also usually have to go to work after dawn. But if I have a holiday I njai. There is rarely a chance of dawn, so ayi naji mumpung there is me!" said Naya pulling Dinda's nightgown.

"Hope.." suddenly Yoni's voice came from the bed.

Naya looked at him for a moment, the boy still closed his eyes. Funnier. Thought Naya as she rushed out to the dining table to drink water for Yoni, maybe she was thirsty. Naya was still wearing her face when she came down. For a moment he turned to the right and to the left as he stepped into the kitchen and picked up a glass. There was no one there, maybe they went back to sleep thinking the same thing as Dinda and Raya.

Naya filled the water in the glass from the dispancer in the dining room. There Ares stood stunned to see him, he had just returned from the mosque while pushing his father's wheelchair into the room. Naya nodded her head as they looked at each other.

In just a moment Naya was done and she went from there about to go back to the room, when there was a voice that caught her ear, and she went,

"Wait."

'O Allah, this is the end of time I am tired of hope. Can I go back to hope?'