Friends Towards Heaven
Prurient

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You are the light of dhuha. But I am nothing but a deep darkness like the night of the tahajud. Where might I meet you? We are but a bulkhead that yearns for each other without any intention of revealing.* Author-

Tonight

Tonight, when the universe is no longer shining. One tired day has been missed with that alone.

Tonight when nestapa began to live, I think the longing tindu was already glued together with a troubled heart.

Tonight, the day of the usual day is suddenly special at the end. Thank you for returning to play in the dream.

On prostration allegiance, give me my apologies for still being so presumptuous to say your name. Toss butirah the alphabetical details of your name on each of my prostrations. Follow my desire to always expect you as a counterweight to my steps. It's always like that, can it? Can I keep expecting you to my rabb?

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I closed my black book.

The book inside is full of my writing.

It's not a diary book because I don't fill it every day.

But the book I always used to write my script when I was in certain conditions and situations.

Like now, for example.

I woke up at 2 am.

I woke up because Caca arrived in my dream.

In dreams.

I don't really remember what my dream was like. But what I clearly remember was a very happy caca sitting in a garden chair that I didn't know where it was.

I immediately gotighfar. Maybe the dream came not from God or God could have awakened me to worship Him.

I try to think well.

Then I perform night prayers or commonly known as tahjud.

After that I continued with the tadsrus and then slept again to wait for dawn to come in.

It doesn't feel like it's my last day to take the national exam.

I'm grateful that I got through it so well, in God.

In addition to the preparation given by the school I also equip myself by following the guidance of learning in one of the bimbel foundations in this city.

In addition to learning, I also equip myself with worship services to Allah swt.

Actually tahajud activities and dhuha prayers I do every day.

However, no matter why as long as I enter the exam zone the number of rakaat each sunnah prayer I multiply.

I'm not sure of my abilities if I just rely on my brain or study. Because I believe I will not be round if I do not involve God.

وَمَنْ أَرَادَ الآخِرَةَ وَسَعَى لَهَا سَعْيَهَا وَهُوَ مُؤْمِنٌ فَأُولَئِكَ كَانَ سَعْيُهُم مَّشْكُوراً

"Whoever wills the Hereafter and strives (seeking) in that direction earnestly while he is a believer, then they are those whose efforts (his endeavors) are well-balated." (Qs. Al Isra verse 19)

Meanwhile, God also tells us to pray tahajjud

واذكراسم ربك بكرةواصيلاومنالليل فا سجدله وسبه ليلا طويلا

And say the name of your Lord in the morning and evening (time). And pepper part of the night, prostrate yourself to Him and glorify Him for the long part of the night. (Al Insan/76: 25-26)

After finishing the exam in the first session, I was called by the vice principal of curriculum.

He asked me and Hanum to sign some papers related to the scholarship.

I fulfill.

Today is the day I leave the dorm.

Because the day after tomorrow I have gone to Turkey to take care of some of my needs there.

Today my mom and dad came to pick me up and bring home some of my needs.

I deliberately did not go home first to Semarang because I think it is no longer possible. Regarding papa, I told him about this scholarship.

So happy he cried when I told him that I had the opportunity to study in the field of business in Turkey. He was happy because I finally fulfilled his desire to be the heir to the papa company.

After everything I thought was neat enough to take home, I sat down and waited for my mom to come.

I felt my left pants pocket shake.

I saw a foldable samsung phone that can only be for this sms phone displaying the name hanum. Hanum??

"Hello assalamualaikum zikri."

His greeting made my eyebrows rise next to each other.

"Girisham, hanum?"

I'm not sure this is hanum. Because he usually calls my name 'fathan'

"Hehe, I'm sorry zikri. I'll disturb you for a second. I'd like to ask, zikri after keturki what time?"

He asks.

"Afwan hanum, why call him zikri anyway?"

"What's wrong, I just want my call to be different. Can zikri?"

I.consider.

"yes whatever. I'm leaving tomorrow at 9 in the morning."

I answered the question.

"Thank zikri. Mmm, zikri can't if we.." hanum's speech hangs.

"hanun is yes, mama papa has come, assalamualaikum."

I turned off the phone unilaterally because I had seen papa's car enter the parking lot in front of my dorm.

Sure enough, I saw my mom get out of the car. I ran forward to greet them. Hanum's speech problem earlier, I don't think about it much anymore.

"Assalamualaikum hotshot mama."

I'm shaking my mama.

"Mama's walaikumsalam, papa."

I hugged both of them.

"Udah gede aja you bang, already want to leave papa keturki."

Papa's eyes are glassy.

"Eh, is papa the nyuru brother. Yeee don't mistake brother doong."

Papa chuckles.

"Where's your stuff?"

Papa will bring some of my clothes here to bring back home.

After everyone got in the car, I said goodbye to ustadz umar, my dormitory builder.

I also say goodbye to friends because I can't attend a farewell event with them.

They were quite enthusiastic and told me not to forget to tell them when they got stuck.

I cried with Anshar, my roommate for three years because we were going apart.

"Lu don't forget this cute friend of yours."

He said while sobbing.

"Yes yes, we will vc vc an deh. I can use Android again."

I tried to comfort him.

Anshar was a friend who always encouraged me when I was lazy to study when he himself decided to paint. Anshar is very good at collaborating colors so as to produce a meaningful work.

"Abang, come on."

Mama called.

"Assalamualaikum anshar."

My best wishes before I meet him next time.

"Walaikumsalam friend."

He waves.

Today my mom and dad will be staying at a hotel in the city.

Because mom and dad are tired of traveling, they immediately rest themselves in the room.

"Bang, later if Maghrib time has entered, if papa overslept wakein yes. Papa's head is this dizzy."

Papa's pinching his head.

"Siip boss. Want to be pissed no?"

I offered myself.

"Ah, don't go. You're tired too, aren't you?"

Papa passes.

Now, I'm thinking about Caca's birthday two days after my departure.

"No way, I'm vc caca."

I'm talking to myself.

"Aah!"

A big idea.

I picked up my black book and my gold-inked pen.

I started writing something for me to give you on Caca's birthday.

A su