Asiyah End Times
I don't know

Maybe not everyone knows even aware of the rumble in the universe of Asiyah's heart. Asiyah did not realize this until Allah reunited her with Ashar.

Who would have thought that a smart woman, beautiful and beautiful, to the success of her world career, was an Asiyah who seemed very perfect, actually harboring the wounds of her past that had failed in heading to marriage.

Marriage is designed to keep him from the many married men who are looking for opportunities in his difficult economic life in the past. The marriage which is expected to immediately put an end to the many threats of slander of the world will tempt her undisputed self.

The past brought him to this point. The point that makes him familiar in the failure of knitting hearts. Including the point, where his heart had become a heart that was no longer clean from the scratch of the sharp tip of the pen but without ink. Only leave the mark of the carving that gives a tear, but do not want to give smooth ink that describes the beauty. Just leaving a painful story.

Maybe because of a separation that is not clear the problem. It might also be because it all ended just because of a thing that did not come from the hatred between them. Until the reunion occurs in a state of gaping wounds but with the availability of a long taste.

The mood was a little disturbed today. Asiyah looked lethargic after the shooting.

Tonight Asiyah approached Umi. As always, Umi is the place to tell stories about everything. There is something unbearable that Asiyah must share with Umi tonight, so that she is a little relieved.

"Umi, Asiyah had met Ashar, when Asiyah swapped her suitcase with the owner of the cabin suitcase," he explained. Suddenly Asiyah told Umi about this in the quiet of a lonely night. In Umi's room. On his bed. While Umi was laying down her body. Resting his tired body after a day of activity.

"Maa is Allah, how can the story meet Ashar Nak?" Umi surprised. Look at Asiyah's face. Staring seriously. Sit down from his bed. It was like I felt something. There's something different about Asiyah tonight. Asiyah looked like she was in disappointment.

"It turns out that Ashar is the brother-in-law of Dhirgham Umi, the man who owns the suitcase," replied Asiyah, saying. Subdues head. Pinching bed linen mattress Umi.

"Keep how son? Did Ashar see Asiyah? How is he doing now? Is she married?" asked Umi with a barrage of curiosity. Dusty. Looking for where his son's eyes are.

"Yes Umi, Asiyah and Ashar stared at each other from a close distance, butiiiii.." Asiyah hush. Decided words.

"But what son? Brother-in-law means Asiyah how? Is Ashar married?" ask Umi quickly.

"Ashar looks fine, Umi replied.

"Terussis.." Umi looked at Asiyah's face.

"Yes, Ashar is married and has a daughter named Maryam Umi" replied Asiyah, slowly.

"Hmmm," Umi sighed. Finally Umi found the answer to the disappointment that emanated from Asiyah's face. The eldest son was in the destruction of his heart a second time against Ashar.

"Yaa means Ashar is not the soul mate of Asiyah, the soul mate of Asiyah is being prepared by Allah, in a much better version yes Nak, Asiyah is patient, keep praying, son," Umi tried to calm him. Asiyah.

Asiyah hush. Then..

"Istri Ashar has just died Umi," continued Asiyah again.

Asiyah looked at Umi's eyes. Like trying to explain something. Like asking Umi something. Could Ashar be his soul mate? But really prestige reveals it. Asiyah did not want anyone to know, that she was harboring feelings for a man all this time.

But Umi also seemed to guess the answer to the question posed by the eyes of Asiyah through the look of her eyes on the eldest child. Maybe Ashar is your soul mate, son? But Umi did not have the heart to reveal it to Asiyah. Umi does not want, if it turns out his speech is wrong, it will break Asiyah's heart for the umpteenth time.

The night is getting late. The seconds the wall clock kept running signaled the passage of time that would never return. Tikkk. tiikkk. tiikkk. his voice broke the silence tonight. Sayup.

Asiyah was silent in her daydream. Tilted his body on his bed. Facing the large, towering room window. The glass giant that was the corner of his room. Pellucid. With luxurious brown curtains dangling.

The look was empty. Look up at the stars, moon and other celestial bodies from the bed. They seem to emit light. Flashing was like calling Asiyah.

Tonight Asiyah had deliberately opened the window curtain so that she could freely look at the sky while resting.

Sighs. Asiyah sat. Both hands clutching the edge of the mattress.

Slowly Asiyah stood up, walking towards the window. Quiescent. Asiyah was upright right in front of that clear glass. The night sky. Blinked his eyes. Sighs his breath again.

Like not satisfied. Asiyah walked again slowly. Open the door to the balcony of his room. Now Asiyah was really breathing the night air freely. Coldness flowed into his body. Hhhmmm. hhhhhhh.. sound******* that breath describes a little relief of his heart. Asiyah closed her eyes for a moment. He looked back at the sky that night.

The gratitude in his heart peaked for a moment. Feel the life God has given him. This breath feels good. The look in his eyes that can see the light of the beauty of nature tonight is very pleasing to his heart. The award is very broad compared to the test he is facing.

Heart jerked. Oh God, why can I tell this story? Though I know Your trials are but crumbs that should not take my world away from the gratitude of Your far-reaching grace. Why do I feel weak? You have promised a way out of every test you give. Astarghfirullah's..

Time shows at 01:00 p.m. His eyes are starting to get heavy. But his heart calmed down a little after being aware of the mistake on him. Asiyah had been wrong for having made her feelings the leader of her mind.

Yes, faith has saved her from anxiety. The logic of his mind returned with God's permission in a very short time.

Asiyah went back into her room. Splash body.

In shaa Allah later Asiyah will perform tahajud prayers. As usual, Asiyah would complain to Allah about what she was going through. Then ask God for guidance on his steps forward.

Indeed, this sense cannot be denied, although reduced, but the anxiety still remains a wedge in his mind.

I don't know..

Everything that happens is God's secret. About the past that has happened and about the future that has not been passed, God has arranged all the storylines perfectly.