Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapters 106. The Life Span
Asti took a breath many times. His chest was a little congested with the addition of a new burden. This time the proposal of Mr. Leon who kept circling in his head. It looks like a gas and makes him dizzy!
Even if Asti does not mean to underestimate the good intentions of Mr. Leon. All this time the man who was born and raised in Jakarta was the best side! Asti does not yet know thoroughly about his personality, attitude and character. Especially her family background.
In the past, he received Satrio's proposal rather too soon for the sake of happy late Bude Ayu... Then for what purpose did he accept Mr Leon's proposal?
During this time Asti is more closed off from the view of others to maintain her honor as a woman with a single title "Widow".
He's not demeaning himself! Many women are afraid of the nickname so that it survives in the fabric of the house that runs unhealthy. Sometimes the woman can only depend on her life from the salary and gifts of the husband. There are also those who give reasons for the sake of children, so that they survive with a sick heart.
There are also many men with negative views about the widow's predicate! But the heart of Asti at that time was not made of iron or waterproof plastic. He felt heartache, disappointment also languished! Satrio's betrayal of him was more painful than any cruel man's behavior anywhere!
Many times he continued to be privileged, pleading with Allah SWT, to be given strength, breadth of heart and serenity in the face of this test of life . That night Asti woke up many times, like not sure where his feet would stand. But after he finished the tahajud and istikharah prayers, suddenly he began to feel calm again. Until he fell asleep on the prayer mat before dawn.
There was a knock on his bedroom door and a soft voice call Ninuk! Asti was shocked. The dawn prayer time has been a little missed. While opening the door, he saw the figures of Ninuk and Bulek Ratih in front of his room.
" just a minute!" whispered. He reopened the door, then entered the bathroom in the master bedroom for ablution. He went back to the divine owner of the universe.
The kitchen began to get busy with cooking activities - cooking until the fragrant breakfast dish was rippling throughout the room on the first floor of the house. Tadi Lek No and Joko had to pray to the Grand Mosque which is located almost 500 m from this house.
Gemoy baby is still comfortable in his crib. Bulek Ratih pushed Ninuk out of the main room, so that his son did not disturb Akbar just yet. When all the preparations are finished, the baby is woken up.
Asti enjoys the last breakfast with the people who take care of, take care of and help her all this time. Bu Jum will be leaving for Bandung in the afternoon, because his brother is having his youngest child's wedding party. Later after Bu Jum returned, then Sister Ning who returned to her village.
Almost 08:00. When the sound of an Elf-type car entered the shop yard next to the tent stall. Because in front of already parked Honda Jazz owned by Asti and Avanza Joko.
"Assalamu'alaikum! " Sapa Bu Haji Anissa, from the side door.
The beautiful face of Pak Haji Anwar's wife was getting brighter when his greetings were answered by everyone in the house.
Joko and Mas Yanto dropped the suitcases from the second floor. Mr. Driver and kernet from the car that picked up the Lek No family group was immediately helpful.
Not until 30 minutes later. Everyone is ready to go. Bu Jum, Ms. Ning and Mr. Roh helped deliver to the shophouse page.
By reading "Bismilbornrahmanirrahim" the vehicle was moving away from the page, heading north to the city of Solo.
During the trip, the driver turned on the sholawat and other readings taken by the Bluetooth hape. Akbar muttered occasionally. He sat in the middle so that he could not see the outside view from the car window.
" I'm sorry, Mr. Haji picked up Mas Adam's family earlier. Hopefully we can meet later at Adi Sumarmo airport!" Bu Haji said he gave an explanation
" Haji Anwar sir is also with Haji Ma'am?"
" Yes, Come. Pak Sarno's. Especially his grandfather Mas Adam was his Pakde. He's old, pity if not taken care of."
The journey took almost an hour. The road outside the city is crowded and smooth. Bulek Ratih looked moved, when the car they were riding in began to enter the airport area. Until they stopped at the gathering point of the congregation led by Pak Haji Anwar Sa'id himself.
Akbar awoke to the busyness around him. The baby was carried by Joko, while spending the rest of the milk in his first bottle.
In the heart, Asti always prayed that their umrah journey would all run safe and smooth.
Bulek Ratih has taken two anti-sickness pills. Because their journey to the country of Saudi Arabia, rather takes a long time. The waiting room is getting full and crowded. Lek No looked calm and relaxed.
The bureau officers began to organize the entourage. Asti's suitcase was brought by one of Pak Haji's assistants because Akbar had to be carried. Although the airport is not as big as the airport in the offices of other major cities. But everything there is quite good facilities and modern.
Ninuk occasionally noticed the state of his mother. Bulek Ratih always smiles at the presence of his family members. It's their family's first departure together - the same but not for sightseeing as in general. But the worship journey. A blessing to all of them.
" Acne? akbar asked Asti as they sat back in the waiting room. The window mirror showed the busyness on the runway in front of them. Some of the very large planes were carrying suitcases in the trunk.
" Yes, we're getting on a plane. Akbar is calm and his henchmen later, huh?"
Akbar's eyes glared even more when he saw a plane landing. The large body of the iron bird that crossed the runway let out a very loud roar.
Akbar's mouth began to chatter merrily when he saw several planes parked almost parallel at the end there. Babe babbling the baby turned out to be quite entertaining people who were waiting there.It turns out the boarding pass business takes a long time. Moreover, they consist in a large group. They were almost 3 hours there.
" A happy one, son? we'll get on the plane, Sama Om Joko, Aunt Ninuk. Also Mbah No and Mbah Train."
While speaking Asti repeatedly blew a prayer in Akbar's head
The age of the child has not reached two years. Hopefully on the way later Akbar is not fussy or crying.
They were finally invited to a door. The hallway was a bridge that brought them into the fuselage.
The beautiful flight attendants kindly and patiently escorted them to find a bench that matches the number listed on the ticket. Asti gets a bench next to Ninuk and Bu Haji Anissa. Luckily, Asti was able to sit right next to the window.
It turned out that this plane contained almost all members of the entourage of the bureau office and travel umroh owned by Pak Haji Anwar. In the vestibule before the cockpit, two bureau officers began leading prayers for safety before embarking on their journey.
Nearly 30 minutes later, the plane began to move leaving the runway below. The sounds of prayer muttering continued to be heard, as the sound of the aircraft engine began to air.
Understandably some of these passengers are people who come from villages and villages in one district with Asti. They are long enough to save from a little residual income that they get daily. To be able to travel umrah to the holy land. Especially when hearing that for the departure of the Hajj, there must be a quota. So to carry out the Hajj, it takes many years later to be sent to the holy land.
Akbar began to fall asleep in Asti's lap. Until Asti closed his eyes, took a break from a little panic, and all the hassles were at home and in the airport waiting room.
They were almost 8 hours in the air. Many times the flight attendants distribute food to the passengers from drinks, snacks to heavy meals. Thank God, Asti can enjoy all the food. So did Akbar who looked fun biting a cheese sandwich.
The rhythmic voice of the pilot informed all passengers that they would soon be landing at an airport in Jeddah. Samar Asti hears the airport's name as the name of a king who was once the leader in the country.
Earlier in the plane, Bu Haji led Ninuk and Asti Dzuhur prayers with a tayamum ablution.
Even patiently the flight attendants took turns to lead the elderly pilgrims to the toilet. Of course they need help because of limitations in reading and writing as well as sophisticated tools that are in the fuselage of this passenger. It is a journey that gives them a meaningful life experience.