Khadija
THE WHOLE NEW WORLD
THE WHOLE NEW WORLD
*Some years have passed.
The family is increasingly crowded with the presence of Blue and Kha children. Blue was officially free shortly before her first child was born. Blue's decision to appeal at that time brought blessings for the so-called victims and suspects. Because with the great heart of the late Hendar, now Hendar's wife and children who are the responsibility of Blue actually helped work in the flower shop and his studio.
After returning to Blue, blue’s studio has grown rapidly in recent years. Blue's career success began when she gained the trust to feature her work in the annual magazine The Art. The magazine also featured ALBIRU ADITYAWARMAN's work in a special article about Indonesia.
Not getting there. In addition to often trusted as a photographer for advertising famous local products and international products, now Blue is holding many workshops and seminars about photography, also being busy with publishing books about photography.
As it is today, Biru is on his way to one of the big and famous campuses in the city of Bandung to fill a photography seminar as a speaker or resource person. Accompanied by Fateh, personal assistant and partner of Gentar's replacement who has been vacant since a year ago.
Blue and Fateh rushed down from the car to the multi-purpose building where the seminar took place. Passing through a long corridor with tall pillars adorning the sides of the long step road Blue quickly slashed the distance.
“Good morning Mr. Albiru,” greet Mandira a staff member who coordinated the seminar.
Blue shook Mandira's hand, embraced and patted her colleague's shoulder slowly, “am Pak Mandira, how's it going? It's been a while since we last met.”
“As Mr. Blue saw, very healthy and happy because it can be reunited with you.”
“Waah flattered me. Oh, are we late?”
“No-no ... Relax a little, some students who became participants of the seminar were also just seen entering the building,” Mandira replied and brought Blue and Bagas into the dressing room behind the stage, joining the crew and other sources.
In this seminar was also attended by Chairman of the Indonesian Television Journalists Association West Java Branch Manager (IJTI) Ilham Gani with Fania Syakila, Alumnus of photography students majoring in this campus.
Blue Smile really burst when he saw the building packed with about 200 people dominated by Film and Television Students and Students majoring in Photography were present at this seminar. Even his current success has never been boldly imagined or dreamed after the case that befell him.
“Some times I have had the opportunity to fill a seminar with Mr. Blue, every opportunity that I was always curious about the expression of Mr. Blue's face while delivering material about the world of photography, he said,” said Ilham Gani the Journalist behind the stage after the seminar ended successfully.
Blue smiled softly, then replied with a haru feeling, “To be honest, after what I did in the past, I never imagined I would be in this point, Mr. Ilham. I was deeply moved that my background of an ex-con could be well received among the public, Blue” grabbed a piece of tissue to shrink the unstoppable tears.
“When you are sharing material and see the participants really listen to record the material that I convey, or when participants enthusiastically follow the question and answer session always succeeds in tickling my heart. As good as the world is against me.”
“As a journalist, of course I am very closely following the development of Mr. Blue's case, even at that time I remember myself covering the news up to the city of wonosobo where Bu Jihan and Jacinda were caught, he said,” said Ilham, “if remembered again, rather than Mr. Blue who was trapped by his own biological mother until he became a suspect, I had more heart with Mr. Blue's wife who was pregnant at the time,” Inspiration stories draw Blue memories back to their difficult times, “the struggle of the wife of the Father is also no less extraordinary.”
“And all that makes me very grateful for my situation now, Mr. Ilham, without a wife and family, maybe I will never stand at this point.”
“True, all thanks to the greatness of God, kun fayakun happened because of the prayers of parents and wives.”
Blue's face has not stopped smiling since the conversation with Ilham Gani about his destiny and the power of God. He must have left the city of flowers a million prayers and memories and prepared to meet the little family who always awaited him.
“Kata Kak Dipa, all day Cena nangis nanyain Abang,” said Fateh after reading a message from his brother.
“Don't say we're back today, I want to make a surprise,” said Blue glanced at the paper bag in the back seat.
“OK, Bang!”
*****
“Mother ... Mother ... Abi when to go home?” cena asked stammered for a hiccup after crying all day. RU'YA AZUCENA Blue and Kha's first daughter.
“Why kill Mom? Kangen Abi, yes?” Cena nodded while holding back tears so as not to fall continuously.
“Sini hugs Mom,” Kha embraces the body of a 5-year-old child knows it into her arms, “we read prayers together for Abi, yes ...” invite Kha and Cena to agree with a nod of the head.
“Allahumma sighfirlii wa liwaa lidhayya warham humma kamaa rabbayaa nii shokhiroon,” prayer chants from Cena's tiny mouth accompanied by Kha.
“Aamiin ..”
“Abiiiiii,” call Cena as soon as you realize who is the one who guarantees his prayers.
“Masya Allah tabarakallah son of Abi longs yes,” Cena nodded in the recesses of the Blue neck, back shed tears after meeting the person who missed, “maafin Abi who often work outside the city huh, back shed tears after meeting the person who missed, Darling, in shay Allah this week Abi will accompany sister Cena at home.”
“Really, Bi?” cena eyes sparkle, “Abi will shuttle Cena to the madrasah? also read the fairy tale about the Prophet pas Cena same Adik bobo?”
“Iya, dong. This week Abi has an older sister Cena with sister,” replied Blue spirit makes Cena happy.
“Make Mom when?” seloroh Kha makes Blue hold Cena, bring her up and whisper in Kha's ear.
“Night it was my turn,” Kha pinched Blue's stomach until her husband complained.
“What's this, Bi?” ask Cena when Blue thrusts the paper bag that was previously fortified.
Right after, BARRAQ ACHAZIA IZZAZ, who was only 5 months old was carried by Mama Jihan out of her room.
“Assalamualaikum, Ma,” Blue greet the hand of Jihan who is currently staying with her, “Izz fussy?”
“No, Izz to-wake time Cena shouted call you just now.”
Then Izz, moved to his carrier after Cena was busy breaking the contents of the paper bag with excitement.
“Ma, just now Mama Dusk said her show of four-monthly studies began to run out ba’a isya, we have dinner at home first yes, Ma,” said Kha told information obtained from Dusk on Jihan. (Spoiler alert!)
“Yes already, we have dinner at home only, Blue there clean your body and then eat.”
“Ready!” Blue gives Izz to Kha and prepares for dinner together.
“Kue that Mama ordered can all be taken right, Kha?”
“Can, Ma, later we take all the way to Mama Dusk's house.”
“Why is the show held at the house of Dusk, not the house itself?”
“Say Mama Dusk, the show all thanks Barsha graduated college.”
After dinner, they all went to the house of Dusk to attend a monthly 4-month tasyakuran event as well as Barsha's graduation. Indeed, both Blue and Jihan are equally heavy every time they visit this house. Home with bitter memories that had split between them. A house that bears witness to where ignorance and greed are the most terrible lever of destruction.
“Assalamualaikum ..”
“Waalaikumussalam .. finally the long-awaited from earlier came as well. Teteh, let's go join the others,” exciting Dusk is always excited when the arrival of his grandson, “Mana baby Izz, Nena want to carry dong!”
“Nena unfortunately the same sister doang, No dear sister!” cena protested and then ran to the Clouds with choked lips complaining to his grandfather.
“Uluh-ten granddad sulking again?”
“Grandfather, Nena unfortunately the same Sister, no dear Cena!”
“Eh-eh, who said it? Unfortunately Nena mah remains the one and only Brother Cena dong... baby Izz anyway the crumbs only,” always Twilight took Cena from the lap of the Clouds and hugged his grandson who is already good at sulking.
“What's the weakness, Nena?”
Dusk glanced at the ceiling with an expression of anxiety, “mmm, her crumb is as big as baby Izz.”
Cena terbahak amused, “Izz his body is small!”
“Where is the sulking handyman, where?” Barid came to his cute niece who always wanted him to seduce, “baru had a sister just jealous! How about if the baby who is sucked by aunty launches? More so you yes princess ..” her lips while tickling Cena's stomach.
“Hahaha my goodness Om Ayid, ticklish! Not again later Cena wet the bed!”
“We first photo yuk mumpung everything has been collected,” invite Blue while preparing the camera on a tripod.
The whole family gathered together to form a standing row for women and some men squatting according to Blue's direction.
“Fateh why are you there! Here's the hunt join!”
Blue pulled Fateh's arm to squat down with him and at the same time the shutter camera's sound started to rattle a few times each moment.
“Yey! Full formation!”
Blue kissed Kha's forehead which hugged her, staring one by one the happy smile of the family that had once cracked.
“You're crying, Mas?”
Blue shakes, “I'm happy, Honey. Born to be the son of Papa and Mama, have amazing angels like Mama Dusk, plus ..” Blue alternately staring at his children, “ entrusted the noblest gift that is you, Cena, also Izz.”
Storms always come no matter how far the foot goes. Life is not always fair to some people. Yes, some people who do not look at a speck of loophole to be grateful for the determination of destiny that has been written in Lauhul Mahfudz even long before all children adam created.
Hi, you guys that I love so much, sorry to wait so long because of my incompetence. I am grateful through Azzam-Alsea, Clouds. And Blue-Kha, can have a family like you that some of me don't know where it comes from. Thank you so immeasurable for the opportunity to share this fictional story, without your response, I would never have felt that writing was such a fun and rewarding hobby.
Again, thank you and sorry if the end of this story does not match your expectations. Love you all kind readers, may your days always be happy and full of gratitude.
--END----
