Virgin Widow
Epsz.19

Alone, so perfect is Your creation, O Lord. Sketches of real nature in front of the eyes, the blue sea blends with a stretch of white sand that we call the beach rhythmic pounding waves break the silence.

A beautiful morning, as beautiful as a heart that begins to blaze with love. Zaid clasped my hand, our steps drifting barefoot. Sometimes Zaid clasped my shoulders to lean on his shoulder. Enjoy the paradise of the world that is not how compared to the paradise of God on the island.

The waves soaked the end of the robe that closed to the tip of the foot, occasionally the wind blew hard hijab that covered the chest to the stomach. There was peace penetrated deep into the recesses of the heart, there was gratitude spoken softly with a breath.

Two days here make Zaid start enjoying the present and learn to forget his very scary past. The gripping moments of being real in Israeli military aggression have certainly left bitter memories, let alone the real Zaid being there. Those of us who see and read through the media alone must feel something amazingly terrible.

“Well, if I can't how?” Zaid broke the silence between the sound of waves crashing on the beach.

“Uda, we are both trying, only weak-hearted people want to lose before trying.” I rubbed the back of his hand, assuring Zaid nothing would be impossible if God would allow it.

Zaid took me to sit down, there were some swings installed among the coconut trees growing on the edge of the island. My eyes keep staring at the blue sea, occasional fishing boats passing between several small islands that face Kapo-Kapo Island.

“Well, you must be disappointed to have married a sick person like me.” Zaid looked down, his feet scavenging for sand.

“The destiny of human life existed even before birth, Uda.” I'll try to get you healed, Zaid, even if this is hard for me to do.

Almost beyond the midpoint, we decided to return to the inn to unwind for a moment. Zaid wanted to wait for his fields to clear on this island to enjoy our pending honeymoon, whereas I was eager to return home to Sijunjung. I don't know why I miss Mom and Abak so much.

Zaid was a good husband, but during the marriage he never once refused my wishes. By boarding a resident ship we headed to Mandeh Pier, to continue the journey to Sijunjung.

The means of transportation that we can use to get to Sijunjung quickly is only a travel car. Fortunately Zaid had many acquaintances with the venture, so we had no trouble getting a ride.

The trip to Sijunjung from the South Coast takes five hours of travel. The road taken must pass through the ravines and hills that lie in Sitinjau Sea.

The travel car we ordered arrived on time, this time we sat apart. Because passengers with the same destination, the first message has filled several benches. As a result, Zaid was sitting next to the driver, while I was in the middle, right behind Zaid.

We purposely did not return home, because the logistics I prepared were still enough and I still kept some clothes in Mother's house. Actually I prefer to take the bus rather than travel, I have experienced bad events first when I use travel services to high hills.

Travel drivers tend to carry their vehicles at high speeds, because they are pursued by time so that they pay less attention to the safety of passengers and themselves. That's why I actually do not like to ride travel, but how else, at this time only those services that we can use.

Sure enough, the minibus that we use as a travel agent transportation service speeds above average speed. Several times my body crashed because the driver stepped on the brake suddenly, my hand held on the back of the chair Zaid occupied from the front.

Ah, if only I had sat beside Zaid, it would have been safer and more comfortable because he would have protected me from the car's thumping in his arms. There was a commotion of passengers who were behind because they were also uncomfortable with how to drive the driver.

“Collect lambek mah ni .”

Slowly from where? His speed is above average like this, I'm upset. I tried to neutralize the feeling of anxiety mixed with anger by reading the verse of the chair, may Allah grant us salvation on land on this journey.

After three hours of travel, we passed the By Pass intersection towards Sijunjung. The smoke of rubber combustion is still smelled from inside the car, because we are indeed passing through the largest rubber processing company in West Sumatra.

The car we were riding was still speeding, occasionally breaking through and overtaking the tank car and cement truck pasture which then passed from the cement hill to the pull in Indarung.

The cries of the mother in the back are getting louder trying to remind the driver to be more careful and reduce the speed of the vehicle he carries.

Perhaps because many passengers were nagging, the speed of the vehicle began to slow down and the driver no longer overtakes and breaks through. The more comfortable when the car tape is turned on, the humming of the prayer from Nisa Sabyan meluhkan soul.

My eyes began to shut enjoying the temple after temple chant of the melodious voice that was going viral. The cold air started to crack, I touched Zaid's back from behind.

He took my hand and asked me how I was. I know Zaid must be very worried because I'm not next to him. Passing the first panorama in Sitinjau Laut, we still hold each other's fingers even though sitting apart, at least we can still touch and strengthen each other by holding on.

Passing through deep ravines and sharp corners is very difficult, but luckily many young people become signs to help the driver master the lane to be passed. Several times the sound of the brakes of large trucks squeaked, the smell of baked rubber is no stranger to road users Sitinjau Sea. The scent accompanied the heartbeat and bloodshed as Zaid squeezed my fingers. We held hands from the side of the car seat.

There was another strange smell ambushing, it turned solar. The oil tank of the trailer that was right in front of the leak, the road became slippery. Several times the driver tried to swing the steering wheel so that the wheel does not step on the solar, but immediately from the opposite direction came a minibus that drove fast. Solar spills backfired, as soon as the impact and impact occurred, several cars collided.

I screamed hysterically. Zaid's hand was released. Several times the extremely strong throws made me weak, there was blood seeping from the head. I no longer felt Zaid's grasp, our car slid into the ravine before Panorama 2 Sitinjau Sea.

My eyes felt so heavy to open, I felt so weak, in the dark I tried to call Zaid, there was no answer.

Oh my God, what is this? I called it God's asthma several times. Coldness radiates from the tip of the foot, crawling up to the chest and finally ….

“Hafsah, wake up, darling. We pray ashar first."

I turned out to be just a dream, the car we were riding in was parked in front of the Great Mosque Silungkang.

After Ashar we continue the journey to Kumanis beloved Sijunjung regency. Mother and Abak's smiles loomed on the pelupuk, not feeling any clear flowing from the corner of the eye.