After the Duha prayer, I went to the dining table for breakfast. As usual Mom and Dad had already left for the office. My father was a Managing Director at one of the leading private companies in Indonesia and Mama had a boutique business Muslim clothing which is very well known in my town since 7 years. The house is always empty. It's just me, and Ida Bik Mang Jaja. And if I got to college, stay Bik Ida and Mang Jaja at home. I only child. No brother sister especially. Lonely indeed. But I'm trying to enjoy it although sometimes not hypocrisy, loneliness was always present.
Well, I look at my clock has shown at 8 less than 10 minutes. I quickly spent his food. Then I just grab a bag and go.
"Ida Bik ... Close the door. I went to college. Assalamualaikum ... "I yelled to call Bik Ida snapping
shoes." Waalaikumussalam Den Dawn ... "Sounds vaguely Bik Ida answered my greeting.
Accidentally today I did not drive the ninja -motor- me to go to college. Yes longer want it. I walked to the front of the hall to get public transportation. I see in the passageways were full brother-little brother was playing. Mothers who cleans his yard. Occasionally they turned to me. And I smiled and said hello. I feel very different. I never felt calm setenangnya like this morning.
Finally I arrived at the front of the hall of my house. I stood at the curb, with some people, while waiting for public transportation to come. Soon after that. "Braaakkk !!" I heard the sound of passing on my eardrums, there seems to be accidents. Suddenly I looked for the source of the voice, then I and some of the people that are around the way it was immediately came to the scene.
Once in place it I see a little boy crying boy with the occasional shout, "Dad ... Dad ... Dad ...." Turns out it was a child of motorists hit by a big truck. Her son uniform elementary school around grade 2. I and fathers who are there just to bring the father and son had been to the hospital to be treated the wound. And most fathers will again take care of the father of the motor and the truck driver and took him to the police station for questioning immediately.
While on the road boy continued to cry. "Patience dik. His father would recover ... Cup do not cry anymore. We Doain yes father. "I reassured her, as she wiped away her tears. We finally arrived at the hospital. Immediately, I call the nurse is there to bring the gurney to the patient. The nuns immediately stepped toward us. It was getting lunch. Just me and these boys are still in the hospital. Fathers who followed him earlier, they had no work respectively.Then suddenly my phone rang, it was Fahri who called me. Fahri is already my classmates and consider also as a friend, because already we are friends since high school.
"Waalaikumussalam ..."
"Where are you? Tumben campus until this hour yet. And fitting the course Mr. Thunder had not you come in and there's no longer news. You sick?
"" Not really ri, I'm not sick. Anyway today I skipped college ya ...
"" Loh what is it? You do not usually like this.
"" So if people say it's not finished yet do not cut it out "with a slightly higher
tone." Hehe ... yes yes sorry. What is going on?"
"Well so. Do not cut basically yes ... I was at the hospital ri. Last time I was more willing to go to college. There is the tragedy of the accident, the victim and the father of a child. His father seriously wounded. This again is handled by a doctor. I now wait his family came to the hospital. Poor child. Crying continued from earlier.
"" Innalillahi ... Oh so. Well I'll let jar. And notes I deliver to my house later. If you need help me, please call me so quickly.
"" Let's not allowed is also not anything ri. Heee. Occasionally skipping ... Okay ready bosses.Thank you in advance
"" Ah you this ... Yes. Sip. Assalamualaikum ...
"" Waalaikumussalam ... "
Shortly thereafter at around 10. 00 pm, I see women parubaya faced anxious and a teenage boy, and an old man whose hair has turned white, but still looks strong. They walked leading space we were waiting for. When the little brother turned to the right, "Mother ... mother" she cried, weeping and hugging the woman parubaya earlier. It turned out that his mother and wife of the father of the accident. I immediately stood up and approached them. They seem from poor families. Because I saw of Hp held his mother and out of their clothes. Sorry not mean I'm to judge from appearances.
After the conversation was correct guess. They did a background of poor families. His father was an ordinary motorcycle taxi driver and her mother is a housewife and occasionally opens to the laundry service, if one is needed. Her son who just entered high school teenagers. And the old man is the father of the mother. "Haaaa ..." I sighed.
And my foot step walk leads administrative space. I wonder how much it costs to the cashier.It turned out quite large. When I see the money in my wallet just live 300 thousand. I briefly permission to go to an ATM near the parking to withdraw money. After I pull money from the ATM I immediately went back into the room administration. I paid off the cost of treatment.Then without seeing them again I straight away.
I see hours on hand are shown at 11:45 pm. The sign is a few minutes longer to arrive noon prayers. I find mosques Area hospital. Alhamdulillah finally found it. Masjid Al-immigrants. Yes it is the name of the mosque. I also prayed followed in a second shaft. "Mashallah crowded which prayers. Mosque is almost full. The woman in the back started to follow. "I say to myself, smiling.
After the prayer I take my pocket quran. A small Koran always bring me wherever I go. I read it. Only up to 4 pages I read. And I immediately hurried away. Arriving at the door of the mosque there are children who are polishing shoes. I smiled, I looked at his face and handed me the money in his hand. "Thanks kak ..." he said innocently. "Yes equally." I replied. It seems he was very pleased to accept my gift money and walked away.
The sun seemed to be near the top of my head. Since it was very hot. It looks like the sun's testing. Hhi ... "Krik ... crickets" I feel small aliens in my stomach had rebelled. Not long anymore. I immediately stopped to warteg who were there. Because it is always I and Fahri eat at food stall. But if Mama knows. He would be angry. Sorry ya ma ... At dinner in warteg I always order the food that rarely exist in my house. Like the corn fritters, vegetable kale, cucumber salad, shrimp paste sauce, and do not forget the salty fish. Foods that's what I'm messages. I also really enjoy my lunch was.
After the meal is finished, the stomach was so full. I continued my journey. I do not know where to go. In my head said, "Because I had to skip college. I might as well enjoy today with a walk around the corner of the city. Hehe "I walked toward menteng. I see there are many children Cross motorcycle gang. I am confident just approaching them. Without rethinking whether they will hurt me or not. Ah stupid, I'm not doing anything well. I thought briefly.
"Day bro ..." Me trying to greet them.
"Ya lunch as well. Lo who? And there needs to be what lo here? "One of them asked me. And they kind of feel foreign for coming.
"Hehe. Not doing anything. I had deliberately not passed this way and see you guys ... Oya introduce my name is Muhammad Fajar Ikhsan. Just call Dawn "I introduced my name to them while thrusting my hand to
them." Oh. So. OK. Okay kenalin I Dito, who is Zacky, this Martin, this is usually called kuplek Supri, this Ben, this Hardi, and that this Jupri. "
"I think no child lo here huh?" Martin asked me.
"Yes indeed. I stayed at cakung "I
said." Why can lo here. I think lo walking huh? "Asked
Zacky." Hehe. Long story ... I myself was also confused "I replied. With a slight laugh.
We also talked like friends who just met. And many of which we discuss and strange things that I ask them.
Asr prayer came the call to prayer echoed. I asked them where the position of the mosque.
Jupri swiftly replied, "there jar ..." Jupri pointed across the bridge.
"If we want lo inter. Come ride "said Zacky
offer." Oh do not bother ...
"" No lah. Do not bother, let's ride. Cepet
"I could not refuse an offer from them.
We finally arrived in front of the mosque. I purposely did not offer them to pray. But it turns out they were stopped and joined prayers as well. Except Martin. Because Martin catholic. "Tin here for now. Not anything right ... "Dito said to
Martin." Yaelah bro. Aje ordinary times. Sono already gone prayers. Solemn yes ... "replied Martin.
I smiled, it was incredible friendship. Complement each other. No distinction as to race. And mutual support will it worship. I can lessons from them. Although they are children motors, but they never leave his Lord, rabb who created them. Good.
After the prayer I also said goodbye to them. They offered to be escorted home by them. But this time I refused. Because remember my house away. Finally I went and walked lead the highway to get a mini metro. Which will be towards the old city. After arriving in the old city. I headed for the train station, bought a ticket cakung majors. On the train I saw an elderly grandmother who was confused. Then I approached him. I asked, "Why is Grandma? Grandma seems confused
"" Yes I'm looking for my granddaughter. But I can not see the young man. "
I was at a loss as to where I will be looking for Grandma's granddaughter. Being the train is already moving. As I entered the car-by-car. I saw a little boy again buy pop noodle in the carriage behind. Immediately, I asked, "Brother pop mienya purchase 2. The one for whom?"
"To grandmother .." he replied. I'm more confident this seems grandson of Grandma earlier.
He could have ordered pop noodles. And delivered. But he fears he'll pramugarinya lie. Because he just got that much money. And fear pramugarinya one person to be given. My grandmother later so I can eat pop noodles. Hehe ... a small child's mind. After he told me between grandmother. My little heart said, "It's noble heart of this child. Affection he already early on.Proven treatment to the grandmother. I was already 19 years old ... Hee .. "Then I smiled to himself as he saw a very beautiful view it.
Not feel I had been reached cakung. I searched the mosque Area station, for evening prayers.Because already 20 minutes azan Maghrib passed when I was on the train earlier. Finally met also with the mosque, not far from the station. Satasiun to my house because of the distance is not too far away. So I decided to continue the first evening prayers in this mosque. No longer would also make time Isha thought.
When finished reading the Qur'an. I was a little surprised. Suddenly there is a pat on the shoulder from behind, saying, "Youth, please kumandangkan azan. Isha has entered its time. "It turns out that a father who asked for the call to prayer. "Oh all right sir" I replied.
"... Allah ... Allah akbar huakbar ....... Laaillahailallah ... "Then we were praying, and the father who asked me to call to prayer had become our priests.
After the prayer we greet. And I continue to pray sunna ba'diyah Isha 2 cycles.
Soon as I want to wear a jacket with a view straight home. Mengarahku father had walked and sat right in front of me.
"You're a student?" He asked.
"Yes sir", I smiled.
"Oh. Which college do you study? What major? Semester? "He asked
again." In UNJ pack. Guidance and Counseling Department of Physics, a new semester of 3. Hehe "
"Oya is still the old means graduation, college manfaatin with better, because there is still much they are willing to college but no charges. Their aspirations for college can also fail. So be thankful, because it is still given the opportunity to go to college. Really manfaatin, not to upset parents who have financed our lectures and all the needs of our lives for us until now. "
"Any prayers do not forget to tuck a prayer for them both. I also have a son your age. He is now studying at UGM, away from the family. That's when I see you. I remember with my son. "He said. I see his eyes saved the most profound longing to their children who are studying in the university town. "Oh yes sir, God willing ... Thanks pack on his advice." I said as he flashes a smile at him. And leave home. Because the time is approaching at 8 pm.
We shared out from the door of the mosque. It turns out the father's house right next to the mosque. And I waved and greet for the second time. I see no taxi rank across the road. I get there and order one taxi to drive me home, "Road spear number 9 yes sir .." We drove. Finally arrived at his beloved home.
"This pack .." I gave the money to Mr. handyman ojeknya.
"Anyway thank you"
"yes equally pack. Be careful. "
"Ting nong. Ting nong "I pressed the bell.
Bik Ida was out. "Peace be bik ..." I said at Bik Ida.
"Eh Den Dawn. Waalaikumussalam ... Masuk..masuk ...
"I see Papa and Mama had gone home. And has sat down at the dinner table waiting for me back home. For dinner together.
"Tumben. Usually towards 10 pm, there is a new home "I muttered to myself. Ah but never mind.
I approached them and kiss their hands and greet. Finished eating I went straight to the room.Of stairs to enter the room I can only smile with the events that have been ku through today.I turn on the lights of my room. I put the bag in the right corner of my desk, and I see there are two notebook. I see his name Muhammad Fahri Akbar. I smiled my best friend turns out indeed people who keep their promises and understanding.
Today I did not get a lesson from college. But for 12 hours I have been getting a lesson about life. During this time I was constantly feeling lonely, parents are always busy with the affairs of his office, this wish can I get, but I do not know I have not been able to find serenity it.And today it turns out I found the answer to all kegamanganku during this time. Be grateful.Yes grateful ... it seems I have not fully grateful to Allah for this.
I always feel less and complain. In fact I have a friend who is very care with me. Bik Ida is always there to help in any way and taught me to be independent. Mang Jaja are always ready if I'm watching the ball accompanied staying up until midnight and will be invited to play PlayStation. Papa Mama busy in the office does not mean do not love me. But they work from morning and till the evening. It was all just for me. And I have to understand it. The proof had they waited for a dinner invite.
Genesis today really made me realize how wonderful life is if I can enjoy each other what God has given me. 12 hours have notice me. All that I passed for 12 hours this is God's plan. I am sure of it. Nothing is accidental.
"Fabiayyiaalaaaaa i robbikumaa tukazzibaan. Which of the favors of your Lord, that ye deny? "
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