ZULFA FORTITUDE
Umrah with Mother Redha, Ridho's Wife

"Is she still with Mary?"

"That's what worries you. Mother's afraid she's okay."

"Sama Bun's. Especially if you remember the story of Aldo, the heart of Irwan. Tega was right his son was taken hostage. Absolutely crazy ...."

"Yesterday the mother of her dreams. Call us, but his face looks cheerful."

"May be a good sign, Mother."

"Amand ...."

Their conversation stopped, while Irwan's car had reached the front of the house. Zulfa was eager to break down his tired body. For almost a day to prepare for his departure tomorrow. But that's okay, it's all for something that has been dreamed of for a long time. Had a list of Hajj, but still long wait for the turn to leave. There is no harm if umroh first. That's an opportunity that exists. Especially at this time, he really wants to get closer, to the owner and regulator of his body soul all this time.Who else makes his heart calm, besides the creator himself.

If only umroh is not as good as going to Hajj, but it needs preparation as well.

The waiting moment arrived. Since dawn there has been a taxi on line parked in front of their house. To take them to the gathering place, the place of the race that will go umrah together. The equipment insha Allah is done. Because they sent it before. Small things they might need. Just one bag that's not too big to carry.

In the afternoon they had boarded a plane and ready to branch off to the holy land, to pay for Umrah.

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Arriving in the holy land, Zulfa was ready to perform, which became his main intention. Khusyu' expected the pleasure of the owner of the temple, where he is now.

While in front of the multazam, Zulfa could no longer hold back tears, to express a sense of pent-up.

At your door, Yes Robb ....

With race I want to knock your love

In Your embrace, want the expression of my weak soul over Your presence

In Your riba I try to tell you will want me

I don't know, whisperer, my heart is starting to break

Try to walk the path that You have laid out

In shadow and hope

Always engraved through the color of ink that You have determined

How could the servant be upright staring

While the self is wrapped in sin and error

Sometimes consciously because of a choice

Or accidentally due to negligence

But sometimes I am not ashamed to hope half forcefully

I don't know who is more loving and affectionate to the weak

All I know is that I rely on you to step

Hope your maghfiroh so that this longing is manifested in love and mind

To all my ananda

Aldo Tia Irwan Lika's

Mother will ask for you too

Diligence in the main life

Healthy happy always

In the cool of the desert breeze, speak your name to the lips, hoping that the grace of love will always flow. Amcbins ....

Finally what Zulfa wants can be realized. Happy, can do it perfectly. Hope it will be accepted ....

It's over now, it's time to go back.

"Bu Reda, how come you bought so many bracelets?" ask Zulfa to Reda's mother, Ridho's wife. The woman who had been in one room with him and also Lika. Understandably at the hotel, the rule is that the room is only inhabited by women. Men in different places, although husband and wife, the intention of worship right? Follow the rules rather than being fined ....

"For the father's foster children."

"This much?"

"Let them be happy."

"Rem ... There's a lot of foster kids, Bun."

"God's Masya. I'm envious of Mother. Could have had that many foster children."

"The one who manages and who is the father of foster mothers, not me. His brother's father."

"Allahu Akbar, the father of extraordinary mother. Can support them. I can come sometime."

"Very can. Especially if you have an envelope or a hand. The kids will be happy .... Not asking for it .... But if granted. Something very special."

"It could be, this Mother Redha. Pray,Bun. My mother's hope, my hope too. Can support orphans."

"I'll wait as soon as possible. Next month, the group at my house. Mother Zulfa, I invite. Got to come, you know."

"God willing, I'll try."

"Mother, just like the kids?"

Duh, mother Reda this question .... Embarrassed.

"Yes." replied Zulfa while choosing something for Aldo as well as Mutia. Who knows if Mutia has met.

"Single?"

Zulfa smiled, but eventually nodded even by force. Redha glanced at him while smiling meaningfully.

"We're back at the hotel, yuk. Be prepared."

"Lika, come." call Zulfa to Lika who is shopping not far from the termpat. Intentionally not a shop. The taste is the same mother, a little different. And most importantly, do not interfere with the affairs of the mothers.

"Yes, Bun."

The three of them returned to the hotel. To pack up the things they still left behind. Because the other items they have packed before and have been sent.

Zulfa, Redha and Lika, like three friends, go everywhere together. Although sometimes Lika feels excluded as well. She is the youngest, and still a girl.

Basic women, if you are shopping until you forget time. In front of their room door, Ridho and Irwan were waiting.

"I don't think you can go home. The bus was about to leave, you just came." said Ridho to his wife with some sort of. I want to grumble, but what about it again. It is customary, as long as the direction is clear, Ridfho will not blame.

"Sorry, Pa. Keinget the children." replied his wife casually.

"Yes, hurry up. Will miss the group."

No more than ten minutes, they had already left the room, with the small bag already crowded. Until Ridho and Irwan rolled their heads.

"Mom-mom." - Ridho saw it all.

"Mother, start contracting the virus of mothers of dech, no matter, at all." whispered Irwan who could not be heard mother Zulfa.

Finally, Ba'da Isya, they and other groups, left King Abdul Aziz airport to Indonesia.

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Early in the morning, they arrived at Sukarno Hatta airport. They got off the plane happily, able to enjoy the bright and hopeful start of the day. Like a sun greeting to mayapada. It feels fresh to breathe the morning air that has not been contaminated with pollution.

The two families walked together in conversation, to the bus that would deliver to the hotel to clean themselves and have breakfast.

Inadvertently, Irwan caught the shadow of a woman, who had been looking for. Although it has a different look. From his hair that is more flat, and sunglasses. But Irwan couldn't have gotten him wrong.

"Lika, please take this with you" Irwan said, handing the bag he pulled over to Lika. His eyes did not stop following where the woman was going.

"Where's Irwan going?"

"A little while" said Irwan. As soon as the bag had changed hands, he immediately walked quickly towards the woman leaving.

Irwan immediately covered part of his face with a turban that was coiled around his neck, so as not to be recognized by the people he now followed. However, he still kept his distance, so as not to be suspicious.

(It's not corona ... KEEP DISTANCE ... hehehe ...)

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