
In a long night in my small, dark room.
I sat down on the table that I laid.
"YES ALLAH... Am I now such a heavy burden for Father? I have never blamed Father for what is happening to me today, O ALLAH.. I am sure, all is of your will, and it has been written in the course of my life about everything that happens in this world.. O ALLAH how painful this heart is to hear the words of Father who seems so sorry for all that has come upon him... Forgive the servants, O ALLAH, forgive the parents of the servants.. Give your guidance, O ALLAH... Do not let regret make Father and Mother dissolve in guilt, O ALLAH.." my prayers are crowded in the chest.
I cried and stayed up all night until I fell asleep on the bed that was still spread.
Then the dawn of the dawn reverberated to wake me up.
After the prayer, I again pray for guidance and strength from the all-giver.
"Rabbanaa Aatinaa Fid dunyaa Hasanah, Wa fil aakhirati hasanah, wa qinaa adzaban nar.. Aamiin" I said closing the prayer.
"Assalamualaikum Mother's.. Fathering.. Good morning." I said to these two parents I love so much.
"Vaalaikumsalam.. Morning dear.." replied Mother with her most beautiful smile.
I then approached them and joined in enjoying the typical village fried rice made by my beloved mother.
"Goddessa... Mother's fried rice is the most delicious." praise me while continuing to feed the rice into the mouth.
Dad nodded and smiled as if confirming my words just now.
"Goddess.. Mom and Dad love you so much, son.. You're the only treasure that's most precious to us.. Whatever Dad and Mom will do for your happiness, dear." said mother interrupts my words.
"Halima knows Mom.. Halimah also loves Mom and Dad very much... Halimah knows very well that Father and Mother love Halimah with all their body. Same with Mom and Dad.. Halimah does not want Father and Mother to feel guilty for all that has happened to Halimah at this time Buk.. Well." I said in a clear tone.
"Whatever happens now, open the fault of Father and Mother.. All has become the destiny that ALLAH wrote upon Halima.. Halimah doesn't want you to feel guilty and regret everything. "I said again.
"Dad.. Mothers... Halimah knows Father and Mother want to give the best for the happiness of Halimah.. But that doesn't mean bringing up the past that Dad has passed by." I said again.
"Halima was very sad when Dad said he regretted marrying Halimah to the late Abang Hafiz.. No Dad.. Not even if Halimah regretted it.. Halima is very grateful to have been the wife of a husband who was so sholeh, so kind and so loving Halimah as his wife. The death of Brother Hafiz is by the will of GOD Father.so I do not need to feel guilty and sorry for the status of Halimah who is widowed at this time... Halimah loves you and Mom very much." I said again with a tight grip on Dad's hand.
Father nodded slowly with a drop of clear water in the corner of his eyes.
"Dad.. Mothers... Halimah please permission to return to the cottage.. Just when Halimah visited the cottage a few weeks ago, Umi asked Halimah to return to live in the cottage.. There Halimah can be more immersed in religion and can re-teach children santri teaching" I explained.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to college, son? Dad and Mom can still afford to pay you college until you're done, son.. Our son is just you, baby.. Who else would we charge if you weren't my son." Mom replied to me.
I shook my head strongly.
"Yet.. Halimah has no intention of continuing school.. Halima just wants to get closer to the creator and the people who touched Halimah.. Permission Halimah Buk.. Father.." I begged.
They kept quiet and looked at each other without giving an answer.