Four great guys

Who are they? First of all, my late father who's my great supporter. Next, my late father in law who liked to pamper me and always listened to my stories. I always pray to Allah let my father and my father in law be best friends in the barzakh. And i was very happy when my son had dreamed of them. In his dream, he was walking to a mosque but there were two persons blocked his way. When they turned around , they were his late Atuk and Ayoh. Both of them smiled at my boy. May be they missed my boy, that's why they visited him. Then, my husband. i called him my fairy godmother before because he always tried his best to fulfill my wish but i think that name doesn't suit him anymore, so i call him my sugar daddy. Sounds wild right. And he calls me his gundik ( mistress ) hahahaha. Lastly, my son who is my protector, my Hercules. When we performed our umroh in 2019, three of us entered hijir ismail. My husband, my son plus an unknown guy stood around me while i was performing hajat prayer. I still remember that guy said "bi sur 'ah" a few times. When we wanted to go out, there was a big group of Indonesians trying to enter hijr ismail and they couldn't wait. They just moved together without thinking of the persons who wanted to exit. Luckily, my son was in front of us and with his full energy, he pushed them out. Without my boy, i am very sure i would fall onto my husband and people would step on our body. Pity my boy. He had chest pain that night. Thank you my heroes for all your love, kindness and care. Thank you.