THE UNIVERSE IS FOLLOWING US
CHAPTER 44

The atmosphere of rain with cold air pierced the bones. Plus the late night adds to the fear that whack. If it rains heavily in the city of Jakarta, of course some of them choose to be on guard. In recent days many news broadcast flooding in areas outside Jakarta. When the flood surrounded the people, their activities stopped.

Look at the BMKG weather forecast, although during the day the weather is sunny, but every afternoon until night always turns into rain with moderate to heavy intensity, often also accompanied by lightning.

Tonight it was raining heavily, very heavily with the wind. The water that descended from the sky as if it was spilling over filled the sewers. The sewer can no longer hold it. Luber up to the highway that everyday place through the vehicle and passing. This time the water is like an impromptu river.

Tonight there was a woman in bed. Where his sleep should look good. Yet it seemed like he was sweating, flipping through his body. His hand held the end of the blanket.

"Mas Junaaaa!"

Instantly he woke up with a disjointed breath. Sweat flooded his body. His eyes went to every corner of the room. It felt like what he saw was real.

"No, Dira! it was just a dream! it was just a dream! it wasn't Mas Juna, it was someone else." Dira shouts to herself remembering her dream just now.

"Son," the voice of the Goddess mama woke up. Maybe her voice had disturbed her mother's rest.

Dira immediately hugged his mother. Mama Dewi stroked her second daughter's hair. The woman wanted to know what scared Dira.

"What's wrong with you, son?"

"Dira dreams of mas Juna proposing to another woman. Dira Mas Juna dreams of coming to a woman's house and saying this.

I accept Naura as my future wife. If the reality is like that, it means fix, mas Juna is still alive! he's alive, ma."

"Son, that dream is just a sleeping flower. Because your subconscious is still thinking about Arjuna so it is carried away in a dream. Believe, son. With you pray Arjuna to be calm there. At the very least, you pray for him enough that God will take good care of him."

"No, ma. I'm sure Mas Juna is still alive. It has been ten months since the incident, no sign of his body has been found. That means Mas Juna survived, someone could have saved him. It could be that he's amnesiac until he forgets to go home. Could be ..."

"Son, now you pray at night. Ask God for guidance. Calm your mind to Him. God willing there will be a way out."

Exactly three in the morning. The sound of rain is still heard. There are no moons or stars in space. There was only the sound of thunderclaps as well as the singing of rain spots. The night wind is getting stronger.

Dira was wrapped in a white face that covered his body. A stretch of prayer also accompanied him complain of his feelings to the owner of life. Her hand looked up and asked for prayer that her husband be kept in heaven. And if her husband is still alive she just wants the man to keep his heart until the time they meet.

O God in your name I beg. With your name I pray. I just wish there was happy news about my husband. Is he still alive? How's things going? does he remember his wife always waiting for news.

O God, protect my husband wherever he is. If you are near him, guard him and keep him away from the torment of the fires of hell. He's a good guy, even very good. And I believe you are merciful and forgiving.

O Allah protect him from all dangers. Protect him from those who want to hurt him. Protect her from the temptation of actors who want to destroy our household.

May Allah give you good, wherever you are.

O Allah, take care of the husband of the servant who is seeking Your sustenance. Give the husband protection and safety. Aamiins.

I entrust your religion, your trust, and your final act to God.

O God, forgive me and blot out my sin and my husband. O Forgiver of the sinners. Take care of me, my husband and the sleep of the negligent. Make our worship as the worship of those who truly worship You.

If you give him reason, in order to use good thoughts for good deeds, then keep away from evil thoughts and plunge.

Rabbana, atina fid dunya hasanah, wa fil endati hasanah, wa qina adzaban nar. Amin amin ya rabbal Al - Amen." Dira closes his prayers.

Dira opened his laptop. His sleepiness was no longer felt. And that he uses to finish his work while waiting for dawn. True said people if after prayer the heart feels calm. Dira is grateful to always be surrounded by good people.

Dira hoped with the prayer he offered for Arjuna. I hope there is a bright spot about her husband's whereabouts. Wishing her husband would always be in the protection of Allah. Even the wife's prayer for the husband also has many virtues, one of which is to open the door of sustenance from God.

"Ma," Dira woke up her mother who was still asleep.

The goddess opened her eyes slowly. Seeing Dira's body still wrapped in mucus. Dira's face was bright with a mukena. The goddess smiled and then got out of her bed.

"You're so pretty when you're in the hijab." praise the Goddess to her daughter.

"This mama's been a little rough in the morning." great-granddaughter Dira.

"Yes, son. Mama saw you wear mukena alone was fascinated especially wearing hijab."

"Mama hasn't worn the hijab either." Dira replied.

"You here, there's a reply from mama." jelak Dewi.

"The mother's son. Hehehe...."

The goddess stared at her laughing daughter. There was a sense of pleasure to see Dira cheerful again. Since Arjuna's death, Dira has rarely spoken let alone smiled. Even to gather, he was rare. Especially since his daughter replaced opa Han sugar factory in Bogor.

As time passed, the sun began to appear. After the dawn prayer, Dira immediately struggled in the kitchen. Disassemble the refrigerator to prepare the breakfast menu. Before long some materials were in sight. Dira painstakingly processed the ingredients into delicious food that will be eaten by his family.

"Sorry, non. Aunt woke up late. It was cold air dawn prayer, so even overslept." Bi Inah appeared after Dira finished preparing breakfast.

"It's okay, Bi. Abis tahajud could not sleep anymore. It was no longer dawn. So, get activities."

Bi Inah walked into the room for a moment when she heard her phone ring.

"Yes, assalamualaikum Ajeng."

"So, how are you?" sapa Ajeng from across there.

"Alhamdulillah good. Tumben you called, jeng."

"Anu mbak, I would like to know that Naura ponakan my husband wants to marry. If not wrong in May. Mama can go home, right?" ask Ajeng.

"God willing, yes, jeng. I will seek permission from my employer. I also miss the village" said Bi Inah.

"Thank you, Ma'am. Greetings to the family."Ajeng hung up.

Bi Inah hung up. He was happy that his nephew had asked. She knew that Naura had become pregnant out of wedlock and raised her child alone. Bi Inah was sure the man who was interviewing Naura was a good man. Where certainly accept the state of Naura who has children even without marriage ties.

"What's up, Bi?" greet the Goddess upon seeing her assistant smile to herself.

"My niece is getting married, Mom. I'm so happy that she's a single parent even though she's not tied to marriage."

Dewi understands what Inah said about her assistant's niece. Raising her child without the responsibility of the womb grower.

Children are priceless treasures. He is a divine institution that must be guarded. To him we hang our hopes. Son is the heir of our nature and possessions. The fruit of the heart that will mendo’akan us. They are the ones who comfort us when we are sad. His laughter when we get home from work eliminates fatigue and fatigue all day at the office. It is the soul jewel that will nurture us at the age of twilight. The sincere love of the child is not replaced with anyone. The child is like diamonds and pearls, belonging to parents.

If the child is born from the mistakes of his parents, do not blame the child for everything his parents did. No child can choose with whom he or she will be born.