HIJRAH LOVE
The Water Groaning My Eyes

The breakfast together is over at 06:30 a.m. Half an hour we enjoyed the event before doing their respective activities. And for one full day I will accompany Ahtar in his school after graduation day has been announced. Where the event was held in a Multipurpose Building of Medan University, and before going there Ahtar must prepare first with the clothes of a leader. Wearing white clothes combined with black trousers. And he also wore a black suit with a deep blue tie.

"Ahtar left with Umi, huh?"

"Can't be dear, Umi has to go to Aisyah Galery first. Ahtar went alone by riding a motorcycle. Emm ... or the driver who delivers, how?"

"Well, no problem for Ahtar. Ahtar is leaving now! Assalamu'alaikum." After kissing the back of my hand Ahtar stepped forward and said hello to say goodbye.

Not long after, the sound of Ahtar's motorbike driving from the garage room. And I myself was still in the room with Arumi discussing about the search for Khadija and my one wish before death ready to pick me up. When I mentioned my wish to Arumi, the flames of anger ignited from within Arumi. It was as if he did not approve of my wish. Even he rejected all my reasons for wanting to keep doing my wish.

"Sorry Aisyah, I will still never agree with anything you want. And I'm sure, Yulian not even the kids would approve of it either. So, you should never have such ridiculous thoughts!"

Without greeting from her lips, Arumi left my room just like that. Not even long later I heard the sound of the car he used to drive traveling at high speed. And at that time my faith was getting stronger, even though I knew the risk was huge. I also feel confident that Arumi will help me even though the flames of anger are still not extinguished.

"Tut .. tut .. tut!"

In such a precarious atmosphere, Yulian could not be contacted at all. I don't know, what's wrong with Yulian? For almost a week his phone could not be reached at all. Is the work still not over? My heart and mind are wondering about that situation, which I don't think is okay. However, I also could do nothing but wait for the time until we are reunited, but do not know for sure when that time will come.

"I'm sorry Arumi, maybe this time I'll be really stubborn." I forgot the anger that was still inside Arumi.

The clock has shown exactly at 08.00 am, where I must immediately leave to go to the location of Ahtar's purnawiata event. Which will soon make it through the SMU graduate degree. And it makes me proud to have educated him to an intermediate point. I don't know, can I accompany him to the starting point of his maturity? How can I accompany my children and grandchildren? Only false hope lies in the wish before certainty.

A few hours later I arrived at the location with ushered in by a driver, who used to work at my house. And once there not long after the event began with some remarks by the school. There were even some art performances that entertained us the guardians of students who attended the event. Not only that, some poems from students and students have been read with full appreciation. Until the moans of my tears soaked my cheeks wrapped in a cloth on my face when I heard a poem about a mother.

"Mother ...

A woman who will never be replaced by anyone.

And the five kinds of water from you, Mother, will never be replaced even if it's your children.

Where the five waters flow for me, none other than your own son....

Amniotic fluid when mom was holding me....

Blood water when my mother gave birth to me....

Milk when mom suckles me....

Sweaty water when mom took care of me....

Tears when my mother prays for me....

If I knew your smile I wouldn't see it all the time.

If your body is unable to hold on to provide warmth.

Unable to mother ....

My heart is heartbroken when it hears of your death.

This self is slashed if it has to accept pain to let you go.

Lord ... Just one door to You.

Take care of my mother wherever she is ....

Because I love him ....

Mother .. wings for me to your heaven."

Unceasingly my tears flowed as I heard and I felt filled with passion. If it had happened to me, could they have accepted it? Death? I don't know when it will come for me. However, I immediately cried my tears after I saw my man standing on the stage so valiantly. Then, I gave my smile to encourage her in the appearance that was about to be staged. I can't wait to see her look.

An instantaneous sound made the entire building feel silent. Hearing the melodious verse, made me silent with a thousand words when I understood what the verse meant. I heard and saw from where the many words of Ar-Rahman and Ar-Rohim are repeated 114 times in the Qur'an and come from the same root word that is, Rahim which means love and affection that describes the figure of a woman. And I feel so proud that Ahtar has loved me by chanting the letter.

Not only that, after reading the letter, a loud voice from Ahtar who mentioned the position of a woman in the eyes of Islam has shocked the world of a mother. The applause that came from all of them after Ahtar read the letter came to a halt as a clanging sound rang out.

"Femility is a super power. Heaven is under the soles of Mother's feet which means woman. To whom we serve God call your mother three times after that your father. And the heaven I long for is under the soles of your feet, Mother. Thank you, because you have conceived, given birth and cared for me with your affection. So many of me, Ahtar Abdullah. Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." Then Ahtar went down the steps.

And not long after that the sound of applause came back to my ears. Pride applause from all of them, especially a mother who memeng live their role as a great woman and will never be replaced by anyone. And I am proud to have two sons who always put women first, especially to a woman whose age is no longer vulnerable.

"Ahtar loves, Umi." Her footsteps came towards me and then, a series of flowers she gave me.

"Umi loves you too, Ahtar." I nodded slowly and immediately gave her a hug.

My heart felt blue when I heard the sound of applause being done by them as the embrace between me and Ahtar continued. The gaze of every eye has been on us, the look of pride towards Ahtar who loves me as the only mother in her life. And my tears couldn't hold me anymore so they kept flowing down my cheeks. However, every now and then Ahtar glared at him as our gazes met.

A few minutes later Ahtar had to return to his place, as the event had to be resumed soon to be completed on time. After the art performance event was over, the event continued with the summoning of the names of students who had been declared graduated to get medals that read from school. And a cry of applause was heard again to give a welcome to each of the students who climbed the stairs.

A few hours later the event was over and ended with a proud smile from every student and even from every student guardian, including me as a mother. And to capture this beautiful moment, Ahtar and I were looking for Photo Booth. Where it is a shooting service that reads the name of the school and the background of a collection of large books like in the library. When Ahtar and I were looking for a photo service that was suitable for us, at first glance we saw something surprising.