Feel Engineering

Debt Explanation

Chapter 25 Debt Explanation

Azka could not hide the happy hue on her cold face and her feet. Along the way to Dea's apartment, his lips incessantly formed a thin line of sighting Dea who was so befriended by him.

The initial plan of conquering Dea seemed to work. The strategy made a habit, made Dea accustomed to seeing him, accustomed to him, accustomed to his scent, accustomed to his presence and accustomed to everything about him.

For Azka was well convinced that habit was the best thief to be reckoned with. When Dea gets used to it, it is certain that Dea will feel empty and different if he does not exist.

When he was about to enter the door of his apartment unit, suddenly there was a storm coming out of his unit.

"Republican.."

"Dea, Azka sir. Afternoon sir!" The Storm's greeting was polite but his eyes were filled with question marks on Dea.

Azka answered the greeting of the Storm with just a nod and immediately walked in first to the Dea unit.

"Whether the boss came here with you?" Asked the Storm in a low but stressed voice.

"Later I explained. I don't have much time, for a while I'll stay at Azka's, now I'm going to take care of it." Dea replied with a low voice.

"You owe me an explanation, I'll wait for the group tonight!" The storm then walked towards the elevator.

"Yes, yes.bye!"

Dea walks into her apartment but does not find Azka in the living room. Dea is lazy to look for him, he thinks maybe Azka again in the kitchen or maybe on the balcony of his apartment.

When Dea entered her room, she saw Azka packing her things into her suitcase.

"What did Azka do?" Tanya Dea approached Azka and immediately squatted to see her stuff scattered on the floor.

Azka just spread her shoulders while continuing to sort out Dea's clothes from the closet.

"Pick the items you like and important, later you can buy again for your needs at home."

"Yes, but not gini either. How do you get gini anyway? Tired of folding again, set again in the closet." Dea whipped her own eel and then looked sharply at Azka.

Azka who felt stared at by Dea stopped her activities and looked towards Dea.

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"It's wrong, Azka bang out there!" Ketus Dea was uncomfortable seeing Azka packing her things.

Azka got up, but instead of coming out of the room, she went up to the bed and lay there.

"Wake up Maghrib, I'll take a break." Azka then slept on Dea's back

Dea really did not end up thinking with the attitude of Azka's will.

If Azka did not hate him, he would gladly join her in sleeping there with her. Even if not Azka, even though the man who married her did not love her, Dea would be willing to do anything to make her husband love her. But with Azka, Dea was hopeless first.

For Dea, Azka is too high for him to reach, when compared with Azka's lover, Dea insecure himself, competing with him is tantamount to a waste of time, already know will fail but still fuss, but still, if not stupid, it's called dung* bin tolo*.

Clothing to a party or formal atmosphere is even more tragic, only 3 pairs over the past 2 years. Same with house clothes. Not very much.

The handbag he has is only 2 pieces, shoes 2, sandals are also only 2. When going to the office Dea prefers to wear a backpack so that all the necessary items can be put in the backpack.

Dea did choose a minimalist lifestyle, as evidenced by the small amount of clothing and furniture that is also minimal in his apartment. Just as necessary.

Dea will buy new clothes if there are old clothes that are not worth wearing, he usually sort his clothes 2 times a year. Whether it was his office clothes or his home clothes then the clothes were sorted earlier he separated. Once it is enough, the clothes will be sent to @bberes.id. Dea prefers to send her used clothes there because the clothes that are still worth wearing will be given to those in need, while the clothes that are not feasible will be recycled and processed into insulation felt.

So nothing is really wasted, in the end it remains useful. Dea believes that everything we wear and have today will be held accountable by God. Clothes lined and stacked in the closet will later be accounted for, including shoes, sandals, bags and various other accessories. Dea did not want to add to the burden of things that could have been avoided if he wanted, enough of his sins to be accounted for later, he said, do not let our goods follow into the weight of the scales of sin on the day of reckoning.

Therefore, Dea does not know the word collection of goods, enough good friends are collected, that is Dea. He wanted to change his mindset, that simple is a luxury. Not the number, not the fantastic price, but from the more benefits that can be obtained from an object that makes it look luxurious.

It looks like Azka is really asleep, maybe still sleepy because last night too soon to wake up. Dea itself already looks fresh because after cooking for their dinner later, Dea immediately clean themselves.

"Bang Azka, get up!" Dea stabbed Azka's arm using bolsters, reluctant to touch her with her hand.

"Hmmm.."

Repeatedly awakened but the response is the same, say 'hmmmm' then continue to sleep.

"Bang Azka, it's late afternoon. Wake up!"

Lazily Azka opened her eyes which still felt heavy.

"What time is it?" The question then evaporated long enough.

"It's almost 6 o'clock, it's already adhan!"

Dea got up then prepared a prayer tool for Azka.

"Do you want to pray together or do I pray first?" Ask Dea who after the bath had already worn her face.

Azka got up and walked to the bathroom. "Wait, I wudhu first."

Of course the reading of Azka prayer sounds melodious, although he did not go to school in pesantren or Islamic-based schools in an integrated manner, but his mother and father never ignored the religious education of his children. In addition to being educated by his parents themselves, since childhood there are ustadz who are deliberately called home 3 times a week to teach them tahsin tilawah and various other basic religious sciences.

Mother Aya is an amazing mother. In the midst of his busy life as a doctor, he still did not forget his duties and responsibilities as a mother. He did not want anyone else to be the first to teach his children to read, count and teach. For for him, if his children will be great men who will benefit their fellow men, then all the good deeds done by his children will flow to him.

The atmosphere was quite awkward after they prayed, Dea was confused, is it necessary to kiss Azka's hand or not? It's just a temporary marriage, it feels like there's no obligation for it. In the midst of busy Dea with his own mind, suddenly Azka had already extended his hand to Dea. Inevitably Dea kissed him quickly, as fast as lightning then, he immediately stood tidying up his prayer tool.

"I'm cooking, we'll eat before we go home. But if you don't want to, I'll just watch the storm." Dea said after folding her face.

Without answering, Azka got up and went straight out of the room. He went to the dinner table and sat there. Dea followed later.

They ate in silence, no one intended to open their voices. Both are in the mind of each. One thing is certain, at this time they look like a married couple who are going through a romantic dinner together. The difference is, there is no candle light and no expression of love. But isn't dinner like this their first experience after so many years of separation?

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