CURTAINS OF THE PAST

WHAT POSSIBLE...?

All the food that Toni ordered was finally left. Bribes after mouthfuls that go into Toni's mouth make Iffah also want to enjoy it. However, the way really made Toni feel overwhelmed in the heart.

She wanted to eat, if only from her husband's hands. Ah, how troublesome Toni was back then. It is fortunate that Toni was the patient husband that God gave to Iffah. So willingly, Toni does whatever she wants. 'Asaal... Don't go over the line'. This is how they respect and respect each other.

"You wait here, baby." Pinta Toni when she gets to her office.

"Where are you going?" Iffah asked with a shrunken forehead. Her hand that had just grabbed Toni's arm, tried hard to hold her husband's step.

"Hemhh, didn't you just want boiled yams?" Toni again reminded his wife's wishes earlier.

"Now I don't want any more... I'm full, I don't know if I'll." Said Iffah so indifferently.

"So?"

"Yes, I don't want to now..."

Toni shook her head, she looked tired despite having rested from earlier.

"It's okay if we go back to my study?" Ask Tony carefully.

Iffah agreed. Her hand had no intention of taking off her husband's arm even for a second.

What the hell's going on? Why is Iffah so different lately?

It doesn't matter, it's just that suddenly...

Tony seemed to be thinking hard at the time. However, he still treated Iffah so well.

"Sit down good, honey. Don't be fussy like a child. Ok.." - Okay..." Gurau Toni when she arrived at her study. His broad palm ruffled the head of Iffah, but did not damage the neatness of the pasmina attached to cover his wife's crown.

Iffah waved her lips at the message.

Toni returns to her desk and resumes her pending work.

As she promised, Iffah was there only to see her husband work. He doesn't bother, nor does he do anything. All he did was look at Toni's face on the sidelines of his busy life reading the book he brought from home.

O God... Do not be jealous of it. I only praise Your greatness which has created a man as handsome as my husband. Although I know, the Prophet still has good looks beyond the good looks of the famous Prophet Joseph into Your holy book...

And don't let me love my husband just because he's so handsome. For I have never even seen Your likeness in loving You...

Iffah fell asleep quietly on the sofa she was sitting on.

Toni smiled as she looked at him with her eyes closed. Slowly, he approached Iffah's position.

Toni fixed his wife's sleeping position and gently kissed his wife's wide forehead. Thank you for accompanying me, dear. Not only you, I was also benefited by this ridiculous request of yours. Because I know how tormented we are by this miss...~Whisper Toni's heart.

Tony's back at his desk. The desk calendar arranged on the edge of his desk distracted him instantly.

He seemed to think of something when he saw the numbers neatly arranged in the small calendar.

"Why am I so embarrassed thinking about it, huh?" Toni whispers to herself. "But I'm really not wrong, it's even three weeks from the date it should be." Toni's shoulder is poked.

The more he tried to ignore it, the more he was made curious about the thing he had in mind at that moment.

What possible...?

Ah... I'd better make an appointment with the doctor... But if not how? Iffah will be disappointed... Hmm, I'd better tell you to check further...

And, did Iffah not notice it either?

O Allah, You know more than we know... Servant begs You, give me and my wife all that is best for You, O God...

Toni rubbed her face to guarantee the do'a that was seeping in her heart at that time.

He looks shaky. His work was delayed due to his lack of focus at the time.

He seems to want. But his fear of recalling his little Milka's suffering before leaving, still could not be lost in his memory.

He was in a dilemma, but his wife's passion for having children made him come back strong. He also does not want to look selfish by constantly feeling guilty about the disease suffered by Milkanya. He knew that it would only hurt the feelings of Iffah, his wife who had been struggling to fulfill the desire hidden in her heart. His wife is also very difficult to do.