Behind the Veil (Aisha)

Books

In the car.

Desi glanced at her husband who was busy checking the files beside her.

"I think her husband Anita is a monotonous man, unwilling to thrive and live forward."

Sastro only glanced at his wife at a glance without giving the answer.

"Only a fool would refuse an offer to become a director for free." Desi continued to vent her frustration on the husband.

"It has. Let it be, the most important thing Anita lives happily with him."

"But life doesn't just need love. But it takes capital, too."

Sastro fell silent. Stay focused there are files in his hands.

"Is he not ashamed to ask Anita to live miserable with him? living in that small, ugly apartment."

"Don't exaggerate. I don't think the apartment's too bad."

"I overreacted you said?" Desi sees her husband in disbelief.

"It has. No need to discuss it again, as parents we have tried to help them, if they refuse yes we can what?"

Desi was silent for a moment.

"Who will fill the position of director?"

"Yes at most I'll leave it to Hendrik."

Desi shocked.

"Hendrik? Hasn't he already given you a director's position in another company?"

"Yes, who else is it to love? There was only Hendrik and Anton. Anton can't possibly hold one more company, he's done a lot of work."

Desi was instantly stunned. Her husband was right, Anton her biological son, Anita's brother had taken care of a lot of business, it is impossible to have to hold one more company, but he was not willing if the company fell into the hands of his stepson, Hendrik, because she thinks she has also gotten the most company from her husband.

Desi then thought if she had to persuade Anita so that Zaidan would accept an offer from her husband because Anita's only daughter also deserves to live a good life by enjoying her property and the husband.

***

Nightfall.

Lela stood daydreaming beside the window in the living room, looking at the lights that twinkled beautifully in the midst of the endless car bustle even though it was getting late.

While thinking about many things, he continued to stand pensively until he did not realize that Zayn had come home and was now behind him looking at him in wonder.

"Assalamualaikum," said Zayn tried to resuscitate Lela who was still engrossed with her daydreams.

"Waalaikum hail "Lela who gasped in surprise answered her husband's greeting.

"sorry. I didn't hear you coming home."

"It's okay." Zayn smiled even though he was very visible from his tired face.

Lela hesitantly approached him.

"Have you eaten? If I haven't, I'll prepare the food."

"Yet. I had so much work, I didn't have time to eat."

"Then I will prepare the food first" Lela said as she walked towards the kitchen.

"thank you. I'll take a shower and get changed."

A few moments later.

"Have you eaten?" asked Zayn while sitting on the dining chair.

Lela nodded. "Already," he answered while cleaning the kitchen.

After a while Lela approached her husband hesitantly.

"May I go into your room?" ask Lela suddenly.

Zayn was shocked to make him choke on food, he immediately took a glass to drink while patting his chest slowly.

"Sorry." Lela realized her mistake.

"It's okay." Zayn was still coughing.

"I just want to tidy up your room, that's all" Lela said, trying to make her point.

Zayn tried to stop his cough while glancing at his wife in embarrassment, knowing that she knew he had misunderstood her.

"Of course I can."

"Now?"

"Please," Zayn replied reflexively.

Lela immediately turned her body, took the vacum cleaner and a few laps and walked into the husband's room.

Once inside, as he expected, he saw a messy room, clothes strewn everywhere as well as a disheveled bed.

Lela immediately cleaned everything one by one, starting from collecting clothes that she thought were dirty to wash. Not to forget he also changed his bed sheet and pillowcase. After that he cleaned the floor using a vacuum cleaner that he brought earlier while occasionally interspersed with wiping the table shelves and bookshelves with a wet cloth that he also brought earlier.

After everything was finished she then intended to clean up her husband's desk, where there are many books and maps that are scattered irregularly. He started tidying up all the books, but then he was stunned after reading the title of the book he was holding.

Lela was shocked to learn that the books were all new books about mental health, with the main points being how to cope with trauma, how to heal and how to understand it.

Lela was stunned, not expecting her husband to even do this for her.

I heard the door open. Lela turned her body to look at Zayn who was already standing in the doorway with her anxious face.

Too late, Zayn thought. When he saw his wife holding her books with her sad face.

Both were silent for a moment. Zayn looked confused not knowing what to say.

"sorry. I'm just trying to understand what's going on with you."

Lela turned her back to her husband.

"Yes. I-i understand. Thank you," replied Lela softly.

"May I know something?" Lela turned her body again looking at Zayn who was still standing in the doorway.

The two looked at each other. Zayn nodded slowly

"From these books, does anyone say I'm cured?"

Zayn didn't answer immediately.

"Did anyone tell me how to get better soon?" ask Lela again

Zayn.

"You can tell me what you got from reading these books?"

"Trauma is like someone having an accident, he survived but is handicapped for life. That's what the book says." Zayn looked at his wife.

"Trauma will also not heal with time. Time doesn't heal anything, it just gives him enough room to adapt to his wounds" Zayn said.

Lela looked down while shedding her tears. She's sad. Knowing that he will not be healed.

"But it's all just a human theory. I do not believe because there is a theory of Allah SWT if we are sure of Him." Zayn walked slowly towards his wife.

Lela raised her head. Seeing husband.

"To you, my wife, if you feel that your life is always helpless and suffering, believe that God will not forever make you miserable and hurt, because He was not joking when he created you."