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GRIEFS

"DON'TNNNN!!!! HAH" my breath was breathless, it turned out to be a dream, I also woke up and suffocated, no, no, I was just a dream, it was just a dream, Farhan could not possibly go back on the wrong path again, no, he promised me to change, change for the better, change for the right way....

I also saw the clock, it has been shown at 04.25 in the morning, five minutes more at dawn, today I did not pray tahajjud, my sleep is too deep, maybe because I was crying all night, I was crying all night, I rushed to fetch water for the dawn prayer, after the prayer I sat back down, I felt my tears a little dry, I wanted to cry again but not as hard as last night, my eyes are only able to let out droplets, I am tight, my heart still hurts to hear the words of father, why is father so rude? where was his father who had been good and wise? why didn't his father think about his son's feelings in the slightest? why is Dad so brave to me? why are you so.... father... I am disappointed...why is your father so closed to receive Farhan? isn't there a little gap for Farhan? father....

after the usual prayer I read the Quran, but this time I can not, I am ashamed, my reading is not smooth, I became stammering obscure, the makhroj is not in accordance with the tajwidnya, so maybe I stop, I stop, because my Koran was so wet, I felt dry, I was thirsty, I wanted to drink.

soon I went into the kitchen after removing my face, when I drank my mother looked at me with worry, probably because I was so tired I was crying all night to the point that my eyes were swollen

"za you've been praying dawn? "

"was mom"

"assalamu'alaikum"...

father's voice on the doorstep, he had just finished praying at dawn in the mosque, he was always his imam, sometimes he also liked the Adhan, I also hurried to enter the room again, he was always his imam, I don't want to see you first, embarrassed, angry, it's all mixed up, my body is still tired and limp, I'm missing for this morning, I want to rest a little, a little, I also left my body back on the bed, hmmmm I started to calm down a little

kringg....

the sound of the house phone ringing..

"yes.... "

"assalamu'alaikum"

"wa'alaikum salam... zidan how are you, son? are you okay with your wife and kids? "

"alhamdulillah good ma'am..how is zahwa ma'am? said he was proposed yesterday, Mom? wah napa mom did not tell you, I could be a witness to the history of my dear sister ma'am.. "

"that... I have to talk this in the house, son, you go to the house of the mother later? "

"ohhh that's it mom, hmmm yeah already mom later I'm the same son and wife to the house, all of you have long ago Azka not playing with her grandfather"

"yes yes, yes, yes, I want you to cook again later"

"yes mother assalamu'alaikum"

"wa'alaikum hail warahmatullah... "

(i'd rather take a shower)

"zhuga... Tok-tok... son... You're awake? "

"iya ma'am... "

"later after the breakfast bath, mother is ready to be spelled, but do not eat for long before going cold"

"yes ma'am will eat"

"mother left first yes "

"yes ma'am"

"assalamu'alaikum"

my mother is a PAUD teacher, every 08 hours she has departed, yes mother manages PAUD itself and I hope, I majored in PG PAUD at Cipasung Tasikmalaya Islamic Institute, it's a long way from my home, because my home is in Bandung where the love story of Dilan and Milea, maybe I will continue their love story but not run aground like them, like them, I am sure my love story will end happily even very, while my father he became the principal at SMK Islam Bandung, yes it was also he who took care of it and was helped by my brother who was also traveling, he was also the headmaster, maybe one day my brother will be his successor, so now at my house there is no one but bi Tuti, he who always helps the work of the mother at home, so now my home is no longer there, so I don't have to bother cleaning the house even though I wash my own clothes but for now it feels lazy, I want to calm this heart and mind.

tok-tocks....

"non... non zahwa. This food is non. said the mother immediately eaten... "

"iya bi just put it on the table later Za eat ko"

"good non, but actually eat yes non, later if aunty's pain is also scolded"

"yes, aunty calm will not be scolded even though I am sick it is from Allah bi not from aunt"

"ah non mah, yes have eaten yes non although a little"

"yes aunt"

in addition to my parents and brother bi tuti also always pamper me, well maybe it's the nature of the youngest child spoiled even though I tried to independently go to college while mesantren but still afraid because I had been sick to the hospital for two months, so during college I was at home while occasionally helping my mother teach at PAUD.

to be honest I am still sad, I still have no appetite for food, I just want to drink water, but over time my head is dizzy, dizzy, I.....

"assalamu'alaikum's chat.... "

"wa'alaikum salam.. eh den Zidan, mba Alisa, please enter mas mba, duh de Azka growing more handsome aja"

"same mom dad is still in bi school? "

"iya den happens to be the same father mother at a meeting,

mr. meeting for UN, if mother for PAUD farewell"

"oh that's bi, oh yes zahwa is there bi? "

"there was a den from earlier non zahwa in the room, he did not want to go out let alone eat"

"ohhhh so yes bi, yes already bi trimakasih, aunty can settle first, bibi can settle first,

baby wait here for a moment yes I want to go to the zahwa room first, Azka play the same bi tuti first yes"

"iyya" nods Azka, "duhhhh funny dede Azka"...

tock-tok....

" ade.. zahwa..

ugh it turns out that he slept.. de... zahwa... za... wake up..... see there is a handsome brother dateng.... (while rubbing his head) za.. zahwa....! zahwa....! oh my goodness, you are so hot...! you why Zahwa..! zahwa wake up, baby! honey! aunty! come here quickly! zidan shouted anxiously