Hijrah The Love
4.meaning a friend

Azan magrib was soon heard.angga stared at the skate park arena with a blank look. In his heart stored deep sadness. a month ago in this place, he had a serious conversation with Satria.

"Sat, when do you want to stop and change? kasian with the woman2 that you conquered, then you leave it alone."

"Not much, ko, you do not let. anyways everything is done on the basis of liking."

"Yes, but it's all because you ate your great mode, and, if you don't change, the victims will continue to grow."

Satria looked at her best friend and asked" Why do you never get tired of nasehati and gajak I hijrah, Angga?"

Angga looked at his best friend for a while, then his gaze led to the arena *akate park.

"Because I*d like you to also understand the feeling of peace that I feel right now."

Satria was speechless to hear Angga's answer.The two of them are close friends since High School and college. Since graduating a year ago, they only occasionally met in this skate park arena.

In the past, exactly two years ago, Angga was the one who knew Satria in this extreme sports game. Angga loves sketeboarding with a lot of heart, while for Satria, skateboarding is just a tool to look cool in front of the gebetanya.

However, this year they rarely meet, not only because they have graduated from college, but the path they take is inversely proportional. Angga who used to be Satria's naughty friend now more often attended science and Islamic studies, especially after his brother was a member of a motorcycle gang in Bandung died of a drug overdose. it was at that time that Angga felt he had to change.

However, on the other hand Satria his best friend actually looks more courageous to do actions that he does not agree with.

"I don't want to see my own friends criticize others" Angga said

Satria pondered his friend's advice

"What should I do, Angga? it's not easy for me" said Satria.

Angga turned to Satria, then replied, "The intention and the grace to change, are two things."

The chatter a month ago imprinted in Angga, but, today, he saw his best friend was doing again something that had become the default formula with a predictable end.

"o Allah.....Can I prevent it?"

5. a man named father

At exactly 9:00 pm, Dusk arrived home feeling happy. Twilight ago, he officially became Satria's lover.The lover of dreams that he hoped could fill the emptiness of his heart will be the figure of a man named Father.

The father who was supposed to protect her, drove her wherever she went when she needed money and gave her pocket money. Ah, how Dusk misses all those things since childhood.

And, Satria, the lover who drove her home tonight was her longing release.

In the courtyard of the house, the two of them looked friendly to each other. Satria kissed the soft twilight forehead.

"From today onwards, I will always be there for you" said Satria, saying goodbye and running his motorcycle.

The words of Satria made Dusk lulled.he did not immediately move and continued to stare at the back of the lover whom he admired so much that he moved away and disappeared into the night.

"I love you, I'm yours, Satria Pradipta," said Dusk softly.

Inside the house, Dusk rushed him towards his mother's room who was lying sick. The mother who had been struggling to care for and raise him alone.

"Just like? are you home, son?" said Mother slowly.

Dusk approached Mother's bed and sat down beside her.

"Yes, Mom, have you eaten?"

"You're the one I should be asking. Have you eaten, son?"

"Who are you going with?"

"Friendly friends, Mom...."

"Oh......."

"Oh yes.paman and Bibik where?"

"Just got home 30 minutes ago.tomorrow they'll be here again....."

"So where else did Uncle Gajak mom go?"

"That, your uncle and aunt are looking at the study again Sunday to Daarut Tauhid. that's also you're better off."

"Oh.... What, you want uncle and Aunt?"

"Mother, right, it's getting old, son. I want to learn" replied the mother.

Dusk was silent for a moment, they were not familiar with some of the activities done by his mother lately.

"Senja, go to the room, ma'am. Mum breaks so fast heal." Dusk kissed her mother's forehead, then stood up and stepped slowly towards the exit of the room. But, then I called the twilight back..

"Senja, I want to tell you a story......."

dusk turned and approached his mother .

"What story is Mom?"ask twilight.

"About your father, actually....."

Not yet finished mother spoke, Dusk instantly cut. His face turned full of anger.

"Senja doesn't have a father, Mother.that's right, that's what Mom used to say. Dusk has no father!"

"Senja, let me tell you a story first....."

"No need, Mom. I'll just take a break."

Dusk immediately went to leave Mom to her room.until in the room she immediately lay her body on the mattress. On the one hand, he was very happy because today he became Satria's lover, the most loved man in his life. On the other hand he is not flaming his mother will discuss the figure of a man who has never existed in his life.the most irresponsible man.

While in the room, Mother's tears flowed unstoppably. There was a growing regret he felt. Recall this afternoon chat with uncle and Aunt.

"It must not be easy to explain to Dusk because all this time Sinta Tea has built a palace of hatred in his heart and mind. But, however, it should be clear immediately because this is for the good of his future, and this is the mandate of Kakang."

Still tempted by the uncle's remark this afternoon and it made Mother's tears hard. While the shadow of death that entered his dream and terrorized his sleep lately came back present and made him afraid.

Mother remembered the advice of ustad in the study at the mosque of her home complex.

"Remember Allah, the heart will be calm, and the best remembrance is to multiply remembrance."

"Astagfirullah......

astagfirullah.......

astagfirullah....."

Repeatedly my mother said the sentence istighfar wholeheartedly. Each lafaz impregnated and felt flowing from the throat of the Kinga penetrated into the chest. Mommy's calmness lingers, until finally I fall asleep.