Comeback
I was born different from others. Maybe most humans have fear, but
it's different from me. The incident started when a man and some of his
entourage came to visit our house. His body is stocky with yellow eyes, aged
around 50 years and over, it is certain that he is Chinese. At night after his
arrival, I was invited to go to the jungle of Bukit Barisan, Sumatra, yes I
live in a remote village nearby, eight hours from the city of Pekanbaru, Riau.
At first my mother did not allow me to go because I was the only child, then if
I was not beside her, who else could accompany her.
My name is
Ahmad. I am fifteen years old, at that age I was forced to leave my parents
forever. That night, I with Om Lim's entourage - that's how I called the stocky
man - entered too deep in the Sumatran jungle so that I met a creature that
would one day eliminate my fear - a wild boar with sharp red eyes and a giant
body attacked us until we were left. one person who still survives, namely me.
I bet desperately with the wild boar until it finally attacked my leg to break.
After a while, the sound of gunfire reverberated which shocked the whole
jungle. Finally, the pig died with a hole in its head where a bullet had gone
through. That incident made me lose fear, fighting with the giant wild boar -
betting between life and death is enough to lose it - which will change all my
life.
Actually,
we hunt wild boar not without reason, the pigs have damaged our crops and
disturbed the people - but on the other hand the pigs will be taken away to be
sold by Om Lim as a house decoration. Their arrival was not really to hunt wild
boar, after being investigated it turned out that he was my father's old friend
- very close like two brothers. Jamil, that's my father's name - he worked for
Om Lim's father's company, because of his hard work he was even adopted by Om
Lim's father. Their main purpose here is to pick me up to join them. Half a
full day, my father and mother were debating whether to let me go or not,
finally my mother had to give in to her unanimous decision so that I would go
with them.
Even
the sun has shown its orange light, whether I will reunite with my parents or
not, I let go of missing my mother as if tomorrow I won't see her again. My
mother advised me never to leave prayer, that is the last message I will hear
someday so that it will be something precious to me. My mother was afraid that
if this message was heard by my father, he would whip me up to bleed, my father
really hates people who study religion. Unlike my father who only smiled at me
as a sign of goodbye. That was the last day I met mom and dad.
It's
been eight hours' journey. Finally we arrived at a large house with a dormitory
on its right and left. I was escorted to a spacious room next to Om Lim's
study. Basyir, he is the first person I know here, he is the same age as me - a
teenager of Arab descent who is the youngest employee here, he is also the one
who will fill in the story of my life.
Eight years have passed,
now I have become a student at a university in Egypt. For eight years living
with Om Lim, who has now become my adoptive father, even though we are of
different religions he still loves me like his own son.
That
afternoon I was at the Al-Azhar mosque. I fully surrender to Allah for all the
problems I get. Honestly this is the biggest test for me.
Three months ago, I met someone I know. He is Ustaz Muthahhir. She came to my dorm
this morning with a child. I recognize it. her name is Aisyah, my faculty
friend. He did not come here for any business, unexpectedly he asked me to
marry him. He is not just anyone. He is the head of a pesantren in Aceh. A
month later I was legal with him. But we agreed that we both focus on our
learning before getting married.
Three months later, I received a message to immediately divorce
Aisyah from Mutahhir. After being investigated, it turned out that Aisyah had
married another man. That's what makes some of my fear come back. A woman whom
I have loved since entering Al Azhar. I finally got married to him, but I
haven't felt that one house has ended tragically. Half of my heart is broken,
my body is weak, I don't know what else to do.
A week later I got the news that my
mother had passed away through Om Lim. Not long after that, another electronic
letter appeared saying that Ustadz Muthahhir had died while complaining about
his son's actions until he ended up on a prayer mat. My soul was destroyed, my
only hope was to surrender to Allah. Solve all the problems at his house.
One
month later I decided to go home. After I came down from the sky, I returned to
see the message. From Basyir apparently. Suddenly the message made me very
surprised. Come on, Allah has tested me repeatedly this year. The sad news from
Om Lim who has taken care of me like a child. I complained to Allah, why did
you give such a tough trial. Arriving at the airport, I immediately ordered a
taxi to go to Jakarta.
When I got there, I saw Om Lim lying on the bed, still conscious. What's going on,
it seems like someone wants to frame me. A traitor. Sure enough, Basyir entered
the room with some of his troops. He wanted to seize all the assets owned by Om
Lim, to take advantage of his sickly old condition. Basyir, one of Om Lim's
employees is now a traitor, he actually wants to take revenge because his
family was burned alive by Om Lim's minions until he himself became an orphan
and became a street child until Om Lim took him to work. He's been wanting to get
revenge for a long time, but whatever, he's still a kid. But now is the right
time.
I
was forced to fight with him, but my fear has returned. There is no power, I
can only dodge. Until finally Om Lim said to me, "Son, maybe these are my
last words, let Basyir take all my property and kill me, there is nothing like
the torment in the hereafter." Come back boy! go back to your god! ”.
suddenly the words shocked me, he had never said those words in his life.
Suddenly the sound of gunfire rumbled, that was Om Lim's last breath as he
uttered his first and last creed. A big soldier shot Om Lim from behind. That
is the turning point of my courage. I said out loud, "take all this, this
is really not worth to us."
A
week later I have continued my studies in Egypt. I decided to forget about
Ayesha. I opened the message again, apparently there was a message from
Aisyah's mother to meet at a hotel. Arriving there, aisyah's mother explained
that actually aisyah had not remarried. He just made up the trick so he could
marry his friend. However, one day when he visited his lover's house, he was
forced to commit adultery and managed to escape. When he got home he told the
truth to his mother on his statement. I am grateful that Allah has destined me
to be with him. After my studies in Egypt had been completed, we were finally
married in the true nature. That's what finally made all my courage regroup.
A
year later I heard the news that Basyir had burned to death in a factory he
owned. Finally, Allah rewarded all the actions he wanted. Then where is my
father? my father turned out to be the narrator of this story.
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