Behind the Veil (Aisha)

Surprise

At the age of eight months of pregnancy, Aisha increasingly looks tired, her enlarged stomach restricts all activities, lucky she has a husband on standby, in the final trimester of her pregnancy, his wife, Alvian has reduced his work a little so that he can always accompany his wife.

For homework, Aisha has been assisted for several months by an ART who is deliberately sought by her husband to help his wife, Aisha, alvian also wanted his wife to have friends at home while he worked at the Hospital.

Today Alvian is off work, he and his wife have planned from far away if the holiday this time will be spent to go shopping for all baby supplies. Both of them are impatient to buy all the necessities and trinkets for the baby who will be born in about a month to the world. Alvian's enthusiasm grew when the USG results estimated that his first child candidate was a woman, as he had always wanted.

"Honey. Can the USG results be mistaken?" aisha asked as she tidied herself up in front of the glass.

"Of course, honey. USG results are not always one hundred percent accurate."

Aisha speechless. He realized that no matter how sophisticated a man-made machine is, it is still God Almighty. Man can predict but still Allah SWT will determine.

"Boy or girl are just the same baby, most importantly our child is born healthy and safe. So is your mother." Alvian hugged his brooding wife from behind.

The two prepare to leave, but Alvian's phone rings.

Her husband's face suddenly became tense after picking up the phone that turned out to be from his mother.

"How is he doing now?" Alvian panic.

"alright. Let me know again." Alvian hung up.

He saw his wife panicking.

"Is dad sick?" tanya Aisha precedes.

Alvian nodded.

"Hurry home, baby. Look at dad's situation. Pity also the mother who must be sad and confused."

"Andre and Siti were there."

"But you still have to go home and see father."

"But you?" Alvian felt hard leaving his wife.

"I'm fine here. There's Bi Yani accompanying me."

Alvian confusion. He knew that his wife was looking forward to her holiday this time so she could go shopping for baby equipment.

"We can shop later. God willing there is still plenty of time."

"All right then. I'll go first."

Aisha nodded.

"I'm sorry, baby."

"It's okay." Aisha smile.

Alvian finally left after leaving his wife to Bi Yani, ART who works at their home.

After the death of her husband, Aisha immediately contacted Siti to ask the situation of her father-in-law.

"Alhamdulillah is better. Said the doctor who came to check just now, no need to be taken to the Hospital, just treated at home."

"Thank God, thank God." Aisha was relieved to hear that.

"My husband is on his way there."

"Then you're home alone?"

"No. There's Bi Yani accompanying me."

"Thank God. Be careful, brother. Take care of your shit."

"Yes brother. Oh yeah, let me know about dad's health, too." Aisha hung up her phone after saying her regards

Bi Yani who noticed earlier approached Aisha.

"What's the pain in her father-in-law?"

"Alhamdulillah is not severe bi, just plain sick."

Aisha smile.

"Bi. Sometimes a wife forgets that her husband is a son who has responsibility to his parents until he dies, not until his parents die."

"And one of the characteristics of a shalihah wife is a wife who is not ridho if her husband prefers her than both parents, especially her mother. And the best wife is the one who supports her husband to be devoted to his mother, because as you treat, so will you be treated later by your son-in-law."

Yani smiled wryly. Directly remember when he was always not getting along with his mother-in-law, until finally now he can not get along with his daughter-in-law.

***

"How are you doing?" The therapist saw Lela who was a bit of a grim today.

"Alhamdulillah. Much better." Lela smiled.

Diah is happy to see Lela's progress show meaningful progress, especially since Lela and her husband share a room, she does not get complaints from Lela if she feels scared or depressed, he said, for him it is good news that indicates that Lela has started to recover completely.

After talking for a while, asking a few things, Diah believes that if there is one more stage Lela will be fully healed.

"alright. We're starting yuk." Diah stands.

As already understood, Lela then moved to a lounge chair in the corner of the room.

Hypnotherapy is done. The process that has been used by therapists to help the process of healing Lela from her trauma. Hypnotherapy works by entering a person's subconscious, then giving certain suggestions to help the healing process. The goal of hypnotherapy is to help a person better control their state of consciousness. In cases of depression and trauma, this therapy is focused on helping the sufferer to be more relaxed so that it can control his emotions and feelings.

Lela began to enter her subconscious.

The therapist began to ask questions about the torture her husband used to do.

The therapist and Zayn smiled to see Lela who was now more calm telling everything, no more sobs, a body that trembled until cold sweat came out. Lela seems to be more relaxed than ever.

After the therapy session was over, Diah invited Lela to talk alone. Zayn was waiting outside.

"Alhamdulillah. I can tell you if you're cured."

"Alhamdulillah O Allah." Lela expressed her gratitude. Eyes glazed.

"Do you know why I can say that?"

Lela shook her head curiously.

"Let's look at the tape you were in hypnotherapy just now." Diah turned her laptop screen to show Lela.

Lela smiled shyly at the recording of herself at the end, when her therapist gave her a suggestion if it was as if Zayn had come to her. Holding and touching his body.

"There is no reaction of rejection and fear from you. That means you're healed and ready to do your duty."

Lela blushed. It is undeniable if indeed since she and her husband shared a room, making her feel more comfortable until the fear and anxiety she always felt slowly disappeared.

"Give your husband a surprise tonight. Give him the gift of his love, support and patience for you."

***

With her hesitant steps, Lela walked towards the large glass in front of her. The thin and bright lingerie he wore left almost his entire body perfectly exposed. She smiled to herself, imagining her husband's reaction to seeing her later.

Although this would be the second time for her husband to see her dressed like this, it was different from that time that Lela was forced to do so because of her emotions and jealousy, this time with all her readiness, she said, born and also in his mind. Lela will give herself completely to her husband.

Suddenly the phone rang. Lela swiftly picked up her phone.

"Have you done the job I gave you?" The heavy sound on the other end of the phone shocked him.

Lela. Instantly his breath was tight. His heart is racing. His memory goes back to that time. The darkest time of his life.

"My answer!" Snapped that voice again loudly.

"Be-Yet," Lela replied stuttering, afraid and trembling, cold sweat pouring out.

"Wait for me to go home and feel the consequences."

Lela dropped her phone. His body was trembling and his face was pale.

She then ran to the corner of the room, crying hysterically while covering her ears because the voice of her ex-husband Ammar who just called kept ringing in her ears.