The Light of Love Pesantren
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"was that the best decision for Nazwa?" ask Nazwa's mother to the father who is now sitting in the living room

"He told me himself that the decision was in my hands, so I chose Gus Rayhan for him"

"do you understand how Nazwa feels? I mean his heart, have you ever heard him say that he loves someone?" The question that my mother asked kept me quiet

"Nazwa probably said so because it was bad to refuse one of them, so he left all the decisions to father"

"he doesn't think of his heart but thinks of the hearts of others, he must learn to love and forget at the same time, can Nazwa?"

"Remember ma'am, they are adults no longer school children who cry because of being cut off by a boyfriend, if they are adults of course they will understand such things without needing to be explained again" said his father sternly, because basically men use the brain more to think than women who use the heart, so he becomes sensitive to feelings

"Decisions..."

"Good afternoon if you can, the aircraft 278 Xxx declared lost contact this afternoon, the aircraft with a British flight Indonesia declared lost contact in one of the waters Xxx in Indonesia, Indonesia, the 278 Xxx aircraft carrying about 90 passengers including the crew of this aircraft is expected to fall due to an unexpected storm that appeared in the Pacific ocean causing the plane to lose control"

The sound of a reporter broadcasting the show on television made the couple surprised instead of playing

"Yazwa!!!" they shouted hysterically, because it was the plane that their daughter was riding on

"what is it?" tanya Satria went down the stairs in a hurry to be surprised to hear the cries of her parents

"hiks hiks hiks Nazwa" Satria was surprised not to play when he heard the news on television that broadcast the downing of the plane on his sister's ride

"Dek.." said Satria lirih, he was sitting limp because his legs were unable to support his weight, while the wife Andin, trying to calm her husband. Today should be their happy day because after about six years of medical education in Oxford he finally came home and lived in his hometown

"Dad let's go there now, Satria sure Nazwa can survive" said Satria immediately stood up

followed by his father

"Mom's coming" said his mother also immediately stood up

"Let's hurry"

"Andin you stay here yes, Kasian Ardi if you go there" said Satroa stroked his wife's head

"Be careful" he said slowly

"Doain your sister may be fine" said mother stroked her daughter-in-law's head

"definitely ma'am"

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The location of the handling of the victims of the plane has been filled by the sound of the cries of the families of the victims, even seen by security officers and medics who tried to bring down panicked families and some even fainted

Satria and her parents immediately entered the emergency tent that had been provided to provide first aid victims before being taken to the hospital for further treatment

He noticed one by one the faces of the victims who lay weak and ready to be taken by ambulance

"Nazwa?"

"Nazwa where is yah?" mother asked in a trembling voice when she could not find her daughter's face among the survivors

"Propay buk, do'a will hope Nazwa is okay" said the father tried to calm Mother, although he himself was still shaken due to this event, but if not himself who else will calm his wife?

"Excuse me sir, did you see a twenty-year-old girl on one of the plane's victims?" satria asked one of the medics there

"Try checking the morgue sir, if it's not wrong there were female victims about twenties who did not manage to be saved"

Hearing that their bodies stiffened, from earlier they only checked the survivor's room but never thought of them to the mortuary, because they believed that Nazwa must have survived

The opening of one by one white cloth covering about four plane victims who were found dead with trembling hands by Satria, he was sure even very sure that Nazwa would have survived

"Not Nazwa" he told his parents when the white lid was last opened

"Call mom, Nazwa is a strong woman, I'm sure Nazwa will survive"

Armed only with confidence and do'a they are sure that Nazwa must be safe, the strong sea breeze was pierced to the bone, the moonlight that shone in the reflection of clear sea water, and the sea was, the scenery is very beautiful, but now the atmosphere is not right to enjoy this atmosphere, which there is only the sound of crying family victims

"Mother and Father go home first, let Satria who is here, if there is further information Satria must contact you as soon as possible" said Satria approached his parents who were looking at the open ocean in front of him

"Is your sister okay?" mother asked in a barely audible voice

"Do'a ma'am, Satria believes Nazwa is fine" said Satria trying to calm his parents even though he himself is fragile at this time

One of the ships in charge of finding victims returned, again and again Satria continued to check every victim carried by the ship, but no face of his favorite sister there, no face there, but there was one of the objects belonging to the victim that made him interested in approaching him, 'White Steel' and 'Black Bag'

He approached the two objects, the suit was soaked, but the black bag looks still dry because it uses waterproof material and only wet in the zipper only

Satria opened slowly the contents of the bag and sure enough the estimate was Nazwa's because he had seen the bag in his sister's apartment, in the bag there is a certificate of graduation, a charter, a certificate, and some other important documents

Satria was sitting limp especially when he saw the name listed on the front of the suit 'Nazwa Azzahra Dinata' was owned by his sister, his favorite sister who had high dreams

Satria could no longer hold back her cries, she held the suit tightly and hugged it tightly as if it was the body of her sister, the sister she loved so much

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The wall becomes a separation of two people who are feeling the loss, the heart tries to always be steadfast, but the tears still flood even to the point of wetting the prayer mat

"Nazwa may be anti-safety and always in the protection of Allah wherever anti-is"

"Want my heart to refuse, but whoever can resist God's destiny, I don't blame you for it being your dream but I don't blame the destiny that was formed even before man was born, I just want to blame myself for not being able to and not even being able to lose you, Nazwa Azzahra ana sure anti sure survived, no matter what people say out there, but in her heart she was very sure that anti would have survived"

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