The Stain Behind Khimar
CHAPTRE 9

"Someone once said that death is the closest of friends. For that, we must always remember. Sooner or later death will come at the right time. "

~ Huwaida Ayduha ~

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A young man smiled brightly when he saw the middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa of his room. The woman seemed to focus on reading the book so that she did not realize her presence.

Slowly he approached, then ....

Cup

The woman who gave birth to him gasped and looked at the young man he loved so much. Who kissed her cheek often.

"Oh my goodness, ngagetin. Naughty yes ...." A soft voice but her hands raised pulled at her son's ears.

"Also Umi, sorry Dhika," he said with a grimacing face. The woman let go of her hand and Dhika sat down next to her.

"Don't like ngagetin Umi." Dhika chuckles. "Umi's habit, really focus when reading a book."

"The story goes" said the woman, smiling with sparkling eyes. Dhika looked at Uminya with love. Remind yourself that the conjecture may be possible and true!.

Uminya began to tell a frenzied story of Islamic love that he read in the novel book. Um it's always been so. If you do not tell a long story, yes the lecture with the hands that come into play.

Dhika was silent as her eyes stared but did not notice. Not too listen to the story because he was cool to look at Uminya's shady face as if calming the soul.

"Oh yeah, how's Ummi's son doing? Healthy?" Dhika chuckles. The mother remembered asking for news.

"Alhamdulillah healthy Mi, if Ummi how? Stomach acid still likes to go up?"

"Alhamdulillah healthy. Not really."

"Alhamdulillah," said Dhika with a smile. He then dropped his head on the woman's lap. Her hands were raised rubbing her hair.

"What's the matter Dhika?" The old woman, but still looking beautiful with an earthy face, understood her son. Since then he knew, that Dhika actually wanted to tell a story but was silent and let Umminya first chattering ria.

"Falling in love is what it feels like? Trus if you can not justify it, how not to think he mulu?" The handsome face asked innocently. A little laugh from Umminya.

"Cock laughing Mi? Dhika seriously ..." he said spoiled.

"Yes, sorry, it's funny that a famous Dhika ustad knows a lot about religion, it's just a thing that I believe gini."

"Nnnn ...." Face looked up. Staring upwards, her still-looking Umminya face held back a laugh.

"Nobody ever taught me anything like that. During this time all the people always advise about the prohibitions and commands from God. But never give advice on how to resist lust and more efficient tips on how to avoid Zina."

"There's, though not much." Dhika is silent waiting for the next speech from his beloved Ummi.

"If you can, mending in halalkan aja Dhika. Umi also wants to have a daughter-in-law," she complained in a teasing tone to her son.

"Not Ummi, this is a question from one of Dhika's pilgrims." Ummi looked at Dhika with eyebrows going up and down.

"Yes sorry, I'm not boong. Dhika met only once. Not intentionally to hit. Don't know his name and origin."

"Can't you?"

"Don't know Ummi, Dhika so always keinget he mulu. Pray until not khusyu!"

"Astaghfirullah Dhika, try fasting aja deh and continue to do useful activities so as not to keep. Pray if it is a mate, ask to be found immediately. The age of Umi's children is also time for marriage."

"But Ummi wanted something else." Dhika stared at the shady-looking woman intensely.

"If one day Dhika was fooled by a woman who was once very dirty but had emigrated. Dhika accept?" Dhika got up from the fall and looked at Umminya with her eyebrows linked.

"Ummi couldn't possibly want to mate with Dhika, right?"

"No! Ummi's just a name." The mother laughed a little.

"Either Mi, Dhika isn't sure." Her mother was silent with eyes glaring. Makes Dhika frown in wonder. There were a few eyes of disappointment.

"Your sister is very busy until she has not found Ummi for a long time," complained Umminya with a sad face.

"Ntar, Dhika came to his apartment. Don't be sad Ummi, do Ummi know, the brother is very busy taking care of Abi's company." The woman nodded.

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A public cemetery with a cloudy sky atmosphere makes the surrounding look creepy. But it didn't scare the two women in one of the tombs there.

Asthma and Ida just finished reading a prayer for Ummi Maryam. Asma's hand rubbed the tombstone with the name of the person she loved.

"Sorry, Asthma has strayed from the way of Allah" said Asthma with tears running down her cheeks. Ida rubbed her back gently.

"But Asma promises Mi, Asthma will not go out of the way of God again. Asthma will continue to believe and be prejudiced with God ...."

Asthma kissed the tombstone slowly, then stood in Ida's sidecar. They headed for the car not far from the funeral.

"Do you want rain?" ida gumam.

"Yes, we'll change it and take it slow. If not strong, we also stay at the hotel." Ida looked at Asma with a look of pity. Actually they could have stayed at the orphanage again but Ida knew, Asma was afraid if asked again about her adoptive parents. He could not tell Aisyah the truth and did not like to lie, so he chose to avoid.

Asthma got in the car and sat behind the wheel. Exhaling a rough breath and opening your eyes. To shed tears to come down again to wet the netra.

"Are you sure you want to drive? Aren't I?" lasher Ida soft.

"I'm Da, I just want to calm myself down." Ida nodded then a quiet atmosphere. Soluble in each other's minds.

"Someone once said that death is the closest of friends. For that, we must always remember. Sooner or later death will come at the right time."

"Yes, you're actually Da. We must always be prepared for death that can come at any time."

They both stared blankly in any direction. Then Asma stepped on the gas pedal and drove at medium speed.

"If you want to go to sleep, go to sleep." Ida nodded but her hand was still playing her phone. Asma just smiled glancing at her best friend.

"Why smile? Go to sambet!" ida said in a mocking tone.

"No papa," said Asma with a meaningful smile.

"There's a suspicious smell!" ida's nose sniffed close to Asthma's body. Asthma laughed with her eyes looking forward while occasionally glancing at Ida.

"Open the Da ...."

"No papa" said Ida. Reply to the words of Asthma. Making the woman with the blue eye bead shake her head.

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