The Door of Destiny Removing Single
Episode 29's

DELIVERY OF PROSPECTIVE MEMORIES

The second day of Hafiz's departure to Bandung, I felt unusual. If before my days were filled with his attention, this time was a little different. Hafiz only sent a few short messages. He said there are a lot of things to be done. Late at night Hafiz also just returned to his inn. I impeached.

I'm getting ready to go home soon, today I want to go home on time. I tidied up my desk and rushed out of the room to the parking lot. Arriving at the parking lot, I forgot something. My motorcycle keys. I had to go back to my room to get the keys. I was finally able to return to the parking lot to hurry home. But there was someone I didn't want, showing up in the parking lot. TAMAN

“Their fiancee cannot take good care of you huh. Women as beautiful as this, told to ride their own motor”, Tama's spicy satire aimed at Hafiz.

“Deby is coming out soon, you should be able to keep the attitude”, I replied diplomatically, trying not to be provoked.

Sure enough, Deby appeared from behind Tama with his trademark smile.

“cie...there is a reunion of nih”, chirped Deby.

Instantly I wave. I hope Deby just wanted to talk, because I don't want to have problems with my best friend just because of a misunderstanding with Tama. I smiled and said goodbye to go home.

Arriving home, I chose to relax before finally deciding to take a shower. After the shower, I grabbed my phone. The message from hafiz, my eyes sparkling at it.

Hafiz : “Ih-by send first yes, afraid to bother bring it”

Dea : “Good. What to buy anyway?”

Hafiz : “Something that can make you diligently pray for me, because one day I really need prayers from kamu”

I feel there's an oddity in that sentence. What is this sign? Strange premonitions re-entered my mind. But soon I ignored, Hafiz was in Bandung, fighting for our future. I have to pray for that. That must be what Hafiz meant.

Dea :”Makasih yaaaa. I will always pray for you and for us. Take care of yourself, I will return home to pick up ya”

Hafiz : “Miss in….

Dea :“Miss to too

I got out of my bed, Adzan Magrib blandly. Immediately I made my bow and compared the name of Hafiz in my prayer. My heart is a little calm. Though a hunch slipped back into my heart. It's not easy to translate. There are concerns about my relationship with Hafiz. But I don't know.

It was raining so hard today, not as usual. The weather is so extreme. Yesterday usually at this hour the weather is still quite sunny, this is only 1 pm. Sometimes the weather is unpredictable. Such a change is felt suddenly without waiting for the readiness of the weather receiver. I'm a little worried, today is Hafiz's return schedule.

This kind of weather hopefully does not happen in Bandung and along the way to the house. I deliberately took my leave early, promising to join Hafiz's family to pick her up at the airport. The feeling was back in my chest. I tried to ignore it, but it got stronger.

I rushed to Hafiz's house, to join his extended family who later also invited Hafiz. But a message came in, I took it to read

Hafiz : “The flight is delay, bad weather. I'm still in Bandung. Two hours left. Have you left to pick up?”

Dea :”I still want to go to your house, will make a pick-up appointment together-bareng”

Hafiz : “Go home first. If I've taken off, I'm saying”

Dea : “It also rained terribly. What if you reschedule tomorrow? I'm worried nih”

Hafiz: “Udah keburu kangen laahhh same my future wife is”

Dea : “Iyaaaa, but if not possible mending postponed tomorrow until the weather is completely safe.

Hafiz : “ Doain aj yaa. I have already informed the house people to pick him up anyway, you wait at home aja, all if ma uke airport to be picked up with Lala”

Dea : “OK. Then I go home first. It just so happened to bring a car, so no problem.

Hafiz: Ati-ati yes dear.miss u.

Dea: Miss u too

IT'S JAMMED!!!!THE FLOOD!!!

What else is this experiment? Maybe this is the meaning of my bad feeling. I have never experienced anything like this before. Apparently there was a fallen tree, and was forced to wait for evacuation.

Almost 2 hours I waited, finally the traffic returned to normal. I looked at my face through the glass, it was tangled and it looked so much worse than not having a two-day shower. I decided to stay home, because according to the agreement, Lala will pick me up.

Arriving home, I rushed to clean myself and grabbed the prayer mat. I bowed my bow this time to pray for Hafiz. I give my rest to the Great One. After the prayer, I let go of my face, something got stuck.

Hafiz's gift necklace, as a sign of engagement, WAS CUT IN HALF

DEGGS!

What feeling is this?? I grab it and hold it in my hand. My tears were flowing without command. Fall dripping on the kalaung that has become 2 parts. My hands were trembling.

The sound of the phone ringing me. It turns out Lala's voice was there.

Lala :” Mbak, Mas Hafiz…………

Instantly I slumped leaning on my bed cot.What did I hear just now?

The hunch of a necklace that split in two?

It all feels dark. It was very dark and my body became as light as cotton. I still faintly heard Lala's sobs across the phone.

Three days later

Hafiz. Now become Hafiz and Memories. I try to move my body, still feel pain in my head. I looked around the room, it didn't seem like it was my room. White and clean. But there were some wires attached to my bedside. I made it clear that my eyes were back, that my mom and Mb Bella were there.

Turns out I'm in the hospital. The news of Hafiz's sudden departure shocked me. My mother told me in detail. Apparently after hearing the news of Hafiz's departure, I fainted. I also had no chance to attend her funeral.

I think this time the hands of destiny again want to show me their power. She made me a widow before I even got married. I no longer know where to direct myself. My hope for a marriage that is in sight, is dashed. But just one more step. The big family should meet next week to talk about our marriage. But this time there was, a reality where Hafiz left me without even having a chance to say the parting word.

I mourn the fate of my life. Can I be born without a soul mate? The pain of heartbreak, the loss I was never prepared to experience, forcibly took away the seeds of happiness I had just planted. I lost once again to my destiny.

My eyes were clouded again, a melt flowing through my eyelids. My mother rubbed my head gently a few times. I fell asleep again in deep sleep. Males and thick.

The seventh day of Hafiz's departure. I've been allowed to go home. I'm planning on tonight to attend a tahlilan event at her house. May my steps be strengthened. I asked my entire family to attend. Although some time ago my parents and brothers had already had time to visit the residence of Hafiz.

I stepped into the grounds of Hafiz's house. The memories returned. One by one the memories of my time with Hafiz seemed to be played back in front of me. Mbk Bella said that I saw me staggering. Lala greeted me with hugs and sobs, and led me to Hafiz's room.

I was in a daze. Lala sat me down on the chair in Hafiz's room. I looked around the room. A large photo was posted there. A picture of the two of us, at a family event a while ago. The warm liquid melted back into my cheeks.

I turned my eyes to Hafiz's desk, and I found my picture there. Photo from when I was in Surabaya some time ago. I have to wipe my tears. Somehow I will fill my days without Hafiz. How will I live with his memories?

Lala handed me a beautiful packed package. It turned out to be a gift package that Hafiz had sent, before his departure. I opened slowly, there was a message there

“From the candidate of the priest, to the angel of my paradise. Dea”

Instantly broke my tears. Lala immediately swiftly hugged me. Trying to calm me down, even though he was also trying hard to hold back his cries. I clutched the writing tightly. Hafiz's last handwriting for me.

A set of prayer tools along with a white Muslim dress bone has been prepared Hafiz for me.Hafiz, really special man sent for me. Even at the end of his life, he still had time to prepare memories for me. Memories that will bring me closer to the Creator. Thank you, my future priest.

I'm back to the pattering. I hold tight this last memory of Hafiz for me. This fast it turned out. Even before being together in a bond, this knot must be decided by the fate of death. This time I went back alone. Preparing myself to begin again, reopening the doors of a new destiny.