Hijrahku From Dating
part 20's

After praying Isya' & sleeping for a while, my body has improved enough & not limp anymore. I woke up to stuff all my stuff and books in my room into my suitcase. Yes, tomorrow the plan after Adam's funeral is over, I have to go back to Garut to prepare for UGM Entrance Selection. In the middle of my room, I found a memory album. Of course, it contains photos with Adam. I shed tears again. Then I hurriedly wiped it. I must not continue to drag on because of Adam's departure. I gathered all the stuff that had something to do with Adam and put it in a big cardboard box. Poetry papers, Adam's favorite songbook, photos scattered in the drawer, and so on. I began to tear one by one the photos of me and Adam that were stuck in my room. There was also a picture of Adam playing guitar and painting when Adam gave me a ring in the cafe.

Then, with steady steps I headed towards the backyard where Adam used to practice martial arts with Om Deity. I took a long breath. Adam's shadow is still felt here. Saying bismillaah, I lit a match to burn the cardboard with all the memories. I sat down while feeling the warmth of the fire in front of me that was slowly starting to enlarge. I twirled the ring given by Adam. Confused, must be addressed. While I was busy thinking, Auntie came and sat down next to me.

"What time did Adam die, Bi?" my many.

"Hour half-hour 3pm, son. As you were about to be put into the X ray examination room, Adam suddenly took a pain in his left waist and showed signs of death," Bibi explained in tears, "Mother Adam immediately came to guide Adam to say the word tahlil, alhamdulillaah Adam can follow him. Adam breathed his last breath. We immediately called the Doctor and the Doctor declared Adam no longer exists. We're waiting for your dope to go away & no one dares to tell you. Then, Mother ventured to tell you when you came out of the room," continued Auntie.

Then, I put my head on Aunt's shoulder and we both drifted away in tears.

And back again, I remembered the sentence in the book Islamic Motivation. "Why is having love before marriage only painful?"

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The atmosphere enveloped Adam's house. I rested my head on Mother's shoulders. Our relatives & neighbors accompanied us in the living room. High School children one school and all the Mother Teacher Father took turns to entertain Mother all the goodbye home. Adam's funeral is over. We have also been performing the prayer of the body of the congregation. A few hours later, Mother's house is already a bit quiet. Only a few relatives & neighbors Mother only. Me, Meli, Bibi, Bu Nana & Om Dewa intend to say goodbye to Mother. "Mother, Annisa said yes. Annisa has to go back to the garrats now. Maybe we'll meet again, Bun. Forgive all Annisa's mistakes with Mother," said I while hugging Mother.

"Yes, Son. It's okay, because at every meeting there will definitely be a farewell. Equally dear, Mother also apologizes. You take good care of yourself. Keep praying and remain firm in the way of God," Mother's advice, perhaps for the last time.

I took off my arms, then kissed Mother's hand.

"Assalaamu'alaikum," my regards.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam," replied the Mother.

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A few minutes later.

"Udah adzan tuh, we pray in the mosque over there first, Mr. Dewa," said Uncle to Om Dewa, pointing to a mosque on the side of the road.

"Okay, sir," jwb Om Dewa.

Then we got out of the car and entered the mosque to pray. After the prayer, Uncle invited us to stop by a food stall located not far from the mosque. Om Dewa & Bu Nana drove the car to be moved to the food stall parking lot, while we walked to the food stall. When walking, I looked at an HP counter & I asked Uncle's permission to stop by the counter for a while, only to catch up with Uncle.

"Sir, want to flash in HP so like new lg can mbak?" ask one of the pramuniaga.

"Can mbak. Please wait about 15 minutes," replied Pramuniaga. He took off my SIM & MMC card and went into the counter.

I dismembered the SIM card and threw it in the trash. I threw away his memory card too. Yes, I intend to really move on from Adam. For no matter how much I love him, he can never come back.

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Seriate.