The True Love
fear Meera
Almost an hour Laila sat on the porch of the house. His round eyeballs always moved nimble whenever something moved in the street in front of his house. Even the wind that hit the trees across the street until the leaves fell knocking on the asphalt road, never escaped Laila's eyes.
But, the round eyeball always dimmed back, say again, along with a heavy sigh like holding something. "Did he not come today?" Laila said softly.
His lips trembled. The glass containing orange juice on the side table is still intact, he has not touched. Laila was more interested in paying attention to the front street of her house. She was waiting for her future husband, Aziz Samudra.
But, the cold of the night had made Laila's body shiver and many times both of her hands were busy tightening the collar of the shirt. He could not last much longer sitting there. He had to go into the house immediately unless he let his body catch a cold.
But, Laila was still confused whether to enter the house, close the door tightly, or let her body continue to shiver like a person had run out of the pool. Laila kept weighing the two options. While the drizzle began to descend and nun in the upper hemisphere of the sky, the occasional glow of fire was whistling, extending like the protrusion of a dragon's tongue. But, Laila still survives. "Will he not come?" For the umpteenth time tonight Laila repeated the same sentences.
The drizzle turned into a heavy rain. The rumbling sound of rain was enough to torment Laila's ears. Laila stood up, and once again her round eyeballs stared straight at the front street of her house that had become deserted, as if to make sure that nothing would change later on. Stay quiet. Staying deserted. There was still no room for her to expect the arrival of her future husband. Laila then stepped in, closed the door, and locked it tightly. "Yes. He won't come tonight..." The voice was really slow.
Laila dropped her body on the bed. His eyes stared at the ceiling. The sky of the room was still white as before when he first occupied the rented house.he did like the white color that symbolizes holy love. Perhaps also faithfulness.His heart had now been overcome with uneasiness.
And tonight, he will begin his sleep with restlessness and will dream of something disturbing. His anxiety continued to gap and his sadness became more perfect. He doesn't know when this is all over. He believes only one thing: something that begins will end.
Laila closed her eyes tightly, but her sleepiness just got further away.
Over and over again he tried to practice some theories to quickly fall asleep, but always failed. The shadow kept on twisting in his head. Precisely that memory continues to move in rhythmic clockwork. Everything is open and real:
"Excite, Laila. Today, I have decided to fight in the way of Allah. I'm going to Poso..." Laila still remembered, those words were spoken by Aziz with confidence and courage. As Aziz often did when he was a student standing on the podium in front of hundreds of people in the hot afternoon sun.
So did the look in Aziz's eyes and the lines on his face that looked hard at the time, increasingly asserting that Aziz was very serious about his words. "There is nothing more beautiful than jihad in the way of Allah against the infidels who wronged us, Laila. You don't have to worry. Death has taken away God's destiny. Death will not come sooner because we fight or come longer because we do nothing. No, Lailal No! Death will pick us up at any time according to God's destiny. Then, let me go on jihad!"
Yes, yes, Laila still remembered, even though those words sounded bombastic. But Laila knew, there was honesty behind those words. And, Aziz's flame-flaming eyes couldn't deceive!
Outside, it was still raining heavily. His voice rumbles. But in that room, in a room with white ceilings and white walls, Laila's eyes began to fade. Dimmed. Then everything went dark. Everything becomes black. Everything...
"Laila, the infidels have arrested me. Now I am waiting for the verdict to die. They're gonna hang my body and shoot me. But I am not afraid because I am going to die. Laila, I'm sorry if I've been wrong with you all this time. I hope you can continue this fight. Happy parting my future wife. Goodbye.."
"Tidaaakk" Laila screamed. Loud The dreams always come to disturb his sleep.scrub the eyes.
Lazy Laila got up from the bed, rubbing her eyes.
"Did he really not come?" The words were always spoken Laila every time she sat on the porch of the house. Spoken in a soft voice, but full of passion until her tiny lips trembled. It's been almost two hours Laila's been sitting there. His round eyeballs still moved agilely whenever there was something he caught from the front street of the house. In fact, the branch of the tree that was broken by the wind and fell on the asphalt road, did not escape Laila's gaze. But, the round eyeball always dimmed, losing light, followed by a heavy breath like there was something he was holding. The glass containing orange juice on the side table is still intact. Laila was more interested in paying attention to the front street of her house. she was waiting for a suaminyal candidate
But, the hostile night air had made Laila's mood even more violent. Uneasily. Laila was at a loss as to whether to enter the house and immerse her body in a blanket or remain seated there, lighting her candle; waiting for her husband to arrive. Waiting is boring. But it does not become boring when the flame of the candle becomes large, blazing. Laila chose to stay there. Her future husband will probably come tonight
But, who can resist the drizzle? It can come down at any time, any time, any second, without compromising first with humans. Especially Laila. Just like tonight! No matter how loud Laila screamed, yelled, thrashed, so that the drizzle did not come down, but the Sky had another will! And, the will of Heaven is absolutely happening. The sky is limitless power. Laila couldn't possibly resist the drizzle. Resist rain. Withstand storm. Withstand wind. Withstanding typhoon. While hoping for Aziz's arrival, he always fails!
Laila's newly lit candle has dimmed as the drizzle falls followed by heavy rain. Hope is gone already. Laila walked inside the house. But before closing the door, once again his round eyeball stared straight at the front street of his house full of puddles. But not to see that puddle of water, he just wanted to make sure that the road would continue to be flooded until morning and someone would not come to his house tonight. Laila stepped inside the house, closed the door and locked it.
"he's not coming tonight..." The sound may be more like a sigh.
Three hours, Laila sat on the porch of the house waiting for her future husband.he continued to wait despite the thick cloud covering the surface of the sky and heavy rain will fall. Who can stand the rain? Rain will fall at any time, even when before the sky looks bright, there is no sign of rain. Can Laila withstand the rain? Can Aziz withstand the rain? There ain't! No one in this world can stand the rain. Including Laila! Including Aziz! Laila is a woman who keeps dissolving in her do a wish. Aziz was a man who willingly devoted his life to the sacred duty in the way of God.
The rest of them are ordinary people. Man who only performs his human duties. A man full of weaknesses. A man full of shortcomings. Man is always helpless when faced with the vast power of Heaven without limits.
Every night, Laila keeps waiting for Aziz. Every night, Laila keeps building hopes. Every night, Laila continued to knit dreams.
Every night, Laila keeps crocheting memories for the sake of memories. Laila doesn't know, though, the limitless power of the sky had taken Aziz's life when a shotgun barked and a bullet shot through Aziz's baton in a quiet corner of the road one night as he was about to go home.
Subhanallah! Again, a mujahid returned to the lap of Allah