The True Love
Come late

"Yep, to Raudhah, Ma'am," asked Ms. Lili to me.

"Now?" my many. Somewhat surprised also I listened to his invitation that half suddenly.

"Yes. later. Kan, it just opened half seven. Mumpung still had time, nih, Mbak Dini. Today is our last day in Medina. When again?" his ray.

I'm a little worried. Frankly, I haven't told Brother. Anyway, I need his permission, right?

"Come, Ma'am. That's Bu Thayeb and Mbak Nindi will be there too. Isn't that right, Mom?"

Bu Thayeb nodded his head while smiling sensibly. Apparently he was sensitive to catching my doubt.

"Patience is tho, Ms. Lili. Let Nak Dini ask her Kangmas first."

"Actually I want to go there again, but."

Ma'am Nindi interrupted, "Ah, cook for this business, ndak can, tho! Kan, go to Raudhah, you know. Visiting the tomb of the Prophet? Banned figure? Well, if I was haaqul yaqin 100% would be allowed the same Mas Basuki."

"Wis, wis, already. Let's just wait. It's only five and a quarter. Thayeb and his mas-mas haven't been seen picking us up. I'll ask you first, okay?"

Mother defuses the heated coachman vang debate between us.

I took a deep breath. Be relieved, lest there be a small quarrel between us. Honey, dear if you have to end this journey of sacred worship with trivial conflicts.

"Come on, don't daydream! That's the Mas's been waving from earlier. Later, it is thought his wife is missing. Iho," teased Mbak Lili while wriggling my arm. It dawned on me from the daydreams of drowsiness that whack for a moment. Sigap I reply to the lambaian brother who came to pick us up, with the husband of a teammate.

At the Nabawi mosque in Medina, male and female worshippers enter the mosque through different doors. Else with in Mecca, all worshipers can enter through the same gate, because the location of the Kaaba is in the middle. As a result of such a Nabawi condition, we have to walk together with our husbands or fellow women, because the culture there views it less well if a woman walks alone.

From far away, it was seen kernyit on the forehead Abang saw I did not bring my prayer equipment. Immediately I took his hand to get away from Mas Thayeb, so that our conversation would be more free.

"Well, can I go to Raudhah?"

"Now?" there was a astonished question mingled in surprise from his tone.

"Yes, there's still time. This is our last day here. Later in the day, we're going to Madinatul Hujaj. Can, huh? Can, right? Just this once .

There's an urgent tone from me. And for a second, I caught a look of displeasure at my whining. Then disappear. His face was back to normal, seriously. "

"Yes already. With Mas Thayeb's mom, too, right? Careful, yes.."

His voice sounded normal, or was attempted normal. I looked once more at his handsome face, seeking the certainty of his permission. Brother simply nodded, hastily bowing his head. Quickly I kissed his hand, I rejoined my friends. I still had time to catch the silhouette of Abang and Mas Thayeb who went away...

"Ehm. I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm sorry, I don't feel good, yeah. He asked for his permission suddenly. It looks like that brother... Would I be better off at the lodge?"

Frankly, I reveal the uneasiness that has been stirring ever since. When we went back inside the mosque and leyeh-leyeh while resting my eyes, for some reason it was very difficult for me to fall asleep, while my three comrades were already lulled away into the dreamland. Still dancing. Nari warmly in my eyes, how the body language of Abang honestly rejected my request, the look on his face, the rush of bowing his head, even though the words spoken are like at the opposite end of the pole. My innermost conscience finally rebelled, no.. In fact, he did not allow me, just pressed for an unfortunate situation..

His mother Mas Thayeb patted my shoulder as she said,

"As for Din. Think about which is best"

"Well, responsibility Ma'am. Half an hour later the Raudhah is opened. Honey, we have to wait a long time. Uh. this is even void."

"Lho, yes ndak so Nak Nindi. For sunnah worship, as a wife, we still need permission husband. As the Prophet once said, if the husband forbids his wife fasting sunnah, yes. So, tho? Try to fix yes if Mother is wrong," Mother tried to muffle the words of Mother Nindi.

"Well, it looks like I'd better just go back. After all, I had intended a visit to Raudhah yesterday as a last visit. Let it be, it's okay. But, Mother ndak papa, is only accompanied by Mbak alone? I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't escort you."

"Already, already.... Wis, don't think about it. Yesterday, also the time in Mecca, who was escorting Mom on? Keep going, tho?"

Kuayun my steps quickly, trying to approach a worshiper's mother from Indonesia. Honey, just for a moment we united steps, he has turned into a small alley, still around the Nabawi mosque complex. My heart's pounding slowly. I am not friends now, while the journey is still quite far, approximately twenty-five minutes of travel time by foot!

Earlier, when my colleagues had a fuss about traveling companions, I lightly answered there. Actually, I'm from Ceplos. Now this is how I will soon remove those useless regrets, will only bear other regrets. So, how now? Yes already, bismillah.only to-I am taking refuge...

Just now the third mothers I was teaching quietly turned the corner near our Turkish restaurant.

Oops, failed again! The heart grew dag dig dug, while the road became quieter. Dust flew vigorously in this slum neighborhood. Hajj pilgrims from various countries that are usually crowded appear divided. Some are to Raudhah, pilgrimage tours, or have returned to their respective lodging. Although the morning was just approaching, the silence was gripping, because this neighborhood is among the most vulnerable areas in Madinah. The creepy shadow also swayed agilely in my eyes. The story of a Malaysian female worshipper who was raped in an underground toilet by an undercover man wearing a black robe and veil; rumors of a middle-aged mother who was harassed by natives from the ground up; and; as well as the issue of Arab men vang suddenly sneaking in at a lodge; really fostering a multiplied panic. Unknowingly, the swing of my steps increased speeding, the faster, the faster... My lips did not stop at all saying Istighfar, asking for His forgiveness and mercy, if Allah would protect me until safe arrival at the lodging.

The scene last night was real in front of me. Without feeling, my cheeks warmed. Tears slowly drip. Last night, the two of us went to the roof, straddling the clothesline that had been sun-dried since morning.

The sky of Medina is very ayu, bright blue acted by the light of thousands of stars. It was full apparently. In the past days, the moon was still half or even sickle-shaped, and subhanallah, he had always kept one star by his side! It felt like wanting to linger looking at him for a long time, as if the dome of the universal mosque..

Unbeknownst to me, I inched closer to the wall opposite the golden sheen of the pillars of the Nabawi mosque. How molecular!

Brother approached for a moment, clutching my shoulder.

"What's the matter, honey?" he said softly

"God is truly Great, Bang. Look at the sky, the moon and the stars, how beautiful they are. Thank you very much for the best trip you ever made..."

Saying, I turned my body to meet him. I clasped his strong fingers tightly. He smiled, his face was clean.

"Together, Honey. Thank God, we were given the opportunity to honeymoon with Him together, in His holy land. May what we have been doing all this time always be desired by Him.."

There's a water ball hard on my cheek. I sucked, I couldn't hold back the one that burst out.

My brother hugged me warm.

"Are there any wrong words?"

"No, it's okay. I just feel the wonderful gift of God to me. He gave His brother as my soul mate, buried. His seeds of our love, He devoted our time to Hajj together, while how many husbands directly invite his wife hajj at a young age? But.. Do you remember Brother, I still grumble, nag, or even get angry for trivial things?"

"Sst. However, we are still learning, studying as husband and wife, and also to be a true Muslim. Including brother too, right?"

That's how Brother, the maturity of his thinking is so prominent, even though we only differ by one year of age. His face was very serious when hit by a big problem, or suddenly rained crying when watching the Kaaba up close, His house that feels very earthy compared to the houses of His magnificent creatures in the style of Spain or the Mediterranean. Also while looking at the morning sky of Mecca in front of Multazam and talking meaningfully about our intention to Hajj. And last time, it happened this morning. Ah. I am sure now, there is absolutely no intention in his heart to hinder my desire to go to Raudhah on the grounds of total authority as a husband, he said, but more on the nature of the brother who prefers a mature plan rather than a surprise. Forgive me, lover, forgive me again...

Unbeknownst to me, there was a small creek emanating from my eyes..

It was a relief to see the bend, soon I will arrive at the lodge. Thank God, plong is right all over my chest. The guilt mixed with anxiety evaporated quickly. Hurrying up I walked the stairs to the third floor I found familiar faces, and it makes me shudder when I remember I had a long trip without friends in a fairly vulnerable area! Hh, thank God, there is still You who protect me, Lord always... Thank ye...

I was shocked when I met Mas Thayeb. Oh, where's Brother? he was just as surprised as me. Presumably, they soon separated after meeting us. Mas Thayeb was forced to return because there was something left behind while Abang changed his plan to go to... Raudhat! Asterghfirulah.

From the bottom of my heart, I really hope to find the look on my face after pressing the digital padlock code number, scattering to him while apologizing for my childish attitude earlier. But that is an impossibility. God is still testing me. I tried to suppress disappointment, however His plan was going on. Time stopped moving and crept up,

when I finally heard a knock on the door of the room I locked. Half yelling, I asked the door knocker. Brother! Soon I opened the door, and Brother reflexively closed it again. The look on his face was very difficult to read, there was abundant anxiety, perhaps also pent-up anger. However, what I felt dominating was her genuine love emanating. His hand immediately extended to my shoulder and my cries broke apart, the cry I had been trying to hide with all my might. There were about five minutes of time without a word. Silent.

"Ma. I'm sorry, Bang. Sorry, huh?"

"Why go home alone, honey? My brother was shocked to hear that Dini was already at the lodge. Thayeb the story. Like being struck by lightning it feels, especially after knowing only alone. Why, Honey?"

Knee everything, everything. There's nothing left. And suddenly, my brother came back to hold me tighter and tighter into his arms. Replace him who shed all his tears.

"Oh, O Rabbi, Allah, forgive your servant. It is not proper for the servant to forbid the wife of the servant to worship You. Forgive me servant. . Salah Abang, less sincere to let you go. This is how it became. God gave this trial, thankfully you survived. Forgive me again, will you?"

I was only able to nod, there was a newness rising in the chest. O Lord of the Worlds, you show us Your greatness once more, your powerless being through the majesty of your love. Let only you and the full moon of Medina be witnesses of our holy love ....