Cerpen Cinta Islami

Suara derap langkah-langkah kaki di atas jalan beraspal bergema siang itu. Lafaz tauhid dikumandangkan. Orang-orang beriringan memapah sebuah keranda yang dipayungi payung warna hitam. Hawa panas, debu berterbangan naik ke udara tertiup angin kering. Matahari enggan bersembunyi di balik awan, ia seakan senang gembira menyaksikan hal itu.

Langit biru cerah mewarnai upacara pemakaman, angin siang bertiup membawa hawa panas yang membelai kulit-kulit para pengiring jenazah. Ingin rasanya berteduh menghindarinya.

Di dalam keranda, sesosok jasad tertidur pulas kaku tak bergerak. Pakaian serba putih. Aroma kapur barus memenuhi udara dalam keranda. Sebanyak tujuh ikatan melilit di sekujur tubuhnya. Jasad yang dahulu seorang pemimpin di kampung itu kini sedang mengalami fase ke tiganya menuju alam kekekalan. Keranda diturunkan. Jasad tua itu ditidurkan di liang peristirahatan terakhirnya. Suara adzan dikumandangkan di kala wajahnya dibuka dari kain putih.

Pucat pasi. Tampak ada raut bahagia pada jasad itu. Ia seakan gembira akan segera bertemu dengan penciptanya. Adzan selesai dikumandangkan. Saatnya tiba. Papan-papan kayu di tutupkan miring sepanjang seluruh tubuhnya. Tanah kini akan menimbunnya. Meninggalkan kehidupan dunia menuju alam selanjutnya. Gelap. Tanah telah menutup semua liang lahatnya.

Sakit selama 44 hari membuatnya menyerah, sebenarnya tidak. Ia tahu waktunya sudah tiba. Jauh sebelum hari ini tiba, ia terbaring lemas di atas lasah tempat tidurnya. Ia mengalami mimpi yang aneh. Ia didatangi almarhum ayahnya yang sudah tiada. Dia bingung dan takut. Sejenak ia berfikir apakah ini merupakan tanda-tanda sang Khalik sedang merindukannya? Keringat dingin bercucuran. Membasahi sekujur tubuh yang kulitnya sudah mulai keriput. Dia terbangun di tengah malam yang sunyi. Sepertiga malam. Dia menghela nafas panjang. Lafadz istighfar keluar dengan tersendat-sendat diiringi batuk yang memecah keheningan malam. Batuk yang beberapa hari ini membuatnya agak sedikit terganggu.

Ia bangkit dari tempat tidur, walau badan yang pegal sulit diajak untuk kompromi. Dia berjalan agak renta menuju sumur di belakang rumahnya. Udara yang sedingin es langsung menerpa wajahnya yang sudah mulai keriput. Segera ia membuka tutup bong yang sudah berlumut hijau tua. Air mengalir deras menuju kedua tangannya. Ia kemudian berwudhu. Rasa kantuk tak sedikitpun membuatnya meninggalkan sunnah Nabi yang satu ini. Ia menengadah ke langit menghadap ke arah kiblat. Berdoa.

Langit begitu cerah malam itu. Bintang bertaburan sejauh mata memandang. Subhanallah. Maha Besar Allah yang telah menciptakan alam semesta yang begitu indah ini. Untuk kesekian kalinya ia mengucapkannya. Mungkin tak terhitung banyaknya.Ia masih merasa takut dengan mimpinya itu.

Allahuakbar. Dalam sujud renungnya ia berdoa Ya Allah, Engkau Yang Maha Kuasa atas semua mahlukMu. Maka jika Engkau hendak mengembalikanku ke haribaanMu, kembalikan aku dalam keadaan khusnul khatimah. Dua rakaat yang panjang. Ia tertunduk dalam kekhusyukkan. Merenungi perbuatannya selama ini. Takut dengan amalnya tidak cukup saat ia kembali pulang. Takut jika Sang Pencipta melemparnya ke neraka Jahannam.

Bulir-bulir air mata jatuh menimpa sarung kotak-kotaknya. Tangan yang keriput dipenuhi urat-urat menandakan ia seorang pekerja keras di masa mudanya menengadah ke atas. Mengharapkan ampunan dari Sang Maha Pengampun. Malam itu begitu sunyi. Hanya terdengar suara mahluk-mahluk malam mengeluarkan suaranya menciptakan suasana malam yang khas.

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The sky was bright blue coloring of burial, the wind blows during the heat brought caressing the skins of the mourner. He wanted to take shelter to avoid it.

Inside the coffin, a figure asleep rigid bodies motionless. Wore white. Camphor aroma filled the air in the casket. A total of seven ties wrapped around his body. The body of the former leader in the village is experiencing his third phase towards the realms of eternity. Casket lowered. The old corpse was put to sleep in burrows final rest. The call to prayer echoed in his face when it opened on a white cloth.

Pale. There appears to be a happy expression on the bodies. He seemed excited will soon meet with the creator. Athan finished echoed. The time comes. Planks in Close the sloping throughout the entire body. Soil will now hoard. Leaving the life of the world to the next world. Dark. Land has closed all lahatnya burrow.

Sick for 44 days gave up, not really. He knew the time had come. Long before this day arrived, she lay limp above his bed everyday clothes. He experienced a strange dream. He was visited by his late father was gone. She was confused and scared. For a moment he thought if this is a sign of the Creator is being missed? Cold sweat profusely. Flowed over the body where the skin has begun wrinkles. He woke up in the middle of the silent night. Third of the night. He sighed. Lafadz istighfar out by halting accompanied by cough broke the silence of the night. Cough a few days makes it a little disturbed.

He got out of bed, even though the body aching find it difficult to compromise. He walked a little frail towards the well in his backyard. Ice-cold air directly on his face that has begun wrinkles. Soon he unscrewed bong already dark green moss. Water flowing toward his hands. He then ablution. Sleepiness not the least to make him leave Sunnah this one. He looked up into the sky facing the Qibla. Pray.

The sky was so bright that night. Star-studded as far as the eye can see. Subhanallah. Almighty God who created the universe is so beautiful. For the umpteenth time he said it. Perhaps countless banyaknya.Ia still afraid to dream it.

Allah is the Greatest. In prostration she thought he was praying, 'God, Thou Almighty for all mahlukMu. So if you want to return me to haribaanMu, send me back in a state of khusnul khatimah. Two cycles long. He bowed deeply kekhusyukkan. Reflecting on his actions during this time. Afraid to charity was not enough as he returned home. Fear that if the Creator threw him into Hell.

Grains of glove tears fall on his boxes. Her wrinkled hands filled with veins indicates he was a hard worker in his youth looked up. Expect forgiveness from the Forgiving. The night was so quiet. Only the sound of the night creatures emit sound create an atmosphere of a typical night.

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