Feel It in Your Heart, My Husband
CHAPTER 49
When the sun had just sunk, a woman was seen sitting on a prayer mat that was developed as a base for herself to surrender to the Khalik, she continued chanting the holy verse as a cool heart that was in turmoil.
"Shadaqallahul-'adhim..."
Husna closed his chant by kissing the Holy Kitap.
"Are you done, son?"
Ningsih stroked the head of the girl she gave birth to 21 years ago.
"It's umma."
Husna grabbed the mother's hand, then kissed her.
"Then may Umma speak?"
Asked the middle-aged woman carefully.
Hearing the question from the mother, Husna immediately raised the corner of her lips.
"By umma. Just say!"
Ningsih took a breath, trying to carve a word so that it could be a sentence that could be understood, but did not hurt the child.
"This son. Umma actually wanted to apologize for making you have to choose a difficult decision."
Sang umma started a serious face.
Husna remained silent, wanting to hear more fully what her mother would say.
"Husna, maybe umma looks very selfish because umma can't forgive Mikhail. But, all umma did was to protect you from an unfaithful man like your husband."
Ningsih grabbed the child's hand, then began to caress it gently.
Husna still smiled shadyly, she returned the mother's caress by kissing the middle-aged woman's hand.
"Husna tau umma. Husna also understood that umma must want the best for Husna. So, umma shouldn't apologize."
Ningsih was touched to hear how understanding the child was. He also does not understand why there are men who can hurt women as well as their children.
"Umma was afraid that your fate would be the same as when umma was pregnant with your sister, Husyein."
Ningsih's voice started to sound heavy.
"Umma sometimes life is like a soap opera. Although the beginning of the story looks the same, but not necessarily the end will be like that too."
The girl set an example that the mother could understand.
"Yes you're right, but umma just still feeling traumatized. Umma still can't forgive the man who left your Mas when he was still in the womb. Where his father chose a richer woman and never wanted to acknowledge Husyein as his son."
Ningsih started hiccupping.
Seeing the mother begin to tear, Husna immediately pulled the woman into her arms. Riding and kissing the mother's forehead.
"Ikhlas umma's. It's the only key to forgiving others' mistakes. All has become the destiny of the Khalik, we can only live while continuing to rely on Him."
The woman whispered the sentence softly.
Meanwhile, in another corner was seen a man also had clenched his hands furiously. Although this story had been heard several times, but still his blood would boil again when his ears caught the story again.
And that man was Husyein, the man that mother and son had told me about.
The man walked towards the front yard, then started running around the house to soothe the aching heart.
"It's worth it to be an abusive man, I think it's all because of your irregular lifestyle."
The voice of a woman managed to stop the pace of Husyein. The man turned his head towards the source of the sound and saw a woman sitting in the gazebo next to the house.
"Eh, kid. Can you just ignore me?"
Husyein said, then began to continue. He ran back around the house.
"Exercise in the morning or evening. Its function is so that the heart can pump blood stably, so that the brain can think positively."
Aisyah sneered as Husyein again ran in front of her.
Hearing the cousin's words, the man felt hooked. He stopped and turned around. Intended to reply to the spicy words of the woman earlier.
"Little kids like you know what?"
Ask with fierce eyes.
"At least a kid like me can be open-minded. Than an old man like a mas, who can only be narrow mind."
Aisha stood up, then walked into the house. Leaving Husyein an increasingly fire beard.
"The bigger the boy, the more insolent, never eat the school bench what mouth is."
Aisyah walked into the kitchen, helping her mother and Husna prepare food for their family. When it was over, everyone gathered and savored the dish awkwardly.
Before a dispute occurs, usually a family gathering moment like this is always a joyous thing. Distinct from today, where only the conversation of Aidhil and Shaleh is heard. Others simply focus on their food.
Including Mikhail and Husna, they only occasionally glanced at each other while giving small smiles and constantly trying to hold back the tempestuous love.
After the dinner, everyone went back to the room. Aisyah and Husna slept one room, Aidhil and his wife slept in the back room. Mikhail slept in the living room.
Usually every time he returned home he would stay in Husyein's room. But because the owner of the room and himself had just fought, then he chose to avoid disputes that could have happened if they were in the same place.
It's been 1/3 night, but Mikhail's eyes still haven't been closed. Although he tried to roll here and there, but his five senses of vision were still open.
Until the faint ears of the man caught the sound of water swirling from the bathroom in the kitchen. Mikhail started to drift in horror. He lifted the blanket up to his face, trying to hide his body from the frightening thing that was on his mind.
The famously fierce Mikhail was actually a man who was very timid about the supernatural. That's why he couldn't close his eyes. How not, he was required to sleep in a large dark room, making his timid soul even more crazed.
Even though the body is tightly closed, but his ears can still catch the sound of footsteps walking closer. Getting closer, closer, until finally the man felt a hand holding his arm.
"Akhs.."
He started screaming in fear.
"Mas, mum. It's me, Husna."
Husna tried to pull the blanket so Mikhail could see himself.
"Oh, sorry. I think you're who."
The man was embarrassed when he saw the woman crouching before him.
"Why are you screaming? Scared huh?"
Husna sneered while smiling nosily.
"Who is afraid. I was, I purposely wanted to prank you."
The man stuttered, then sat himself down.
Husna smiled widely, she knew very well that the husband only reasoned.
"Yes, then I go back to the room first." He stands.
"Wait,"
Mikhail held his wife's hand.
"I couldn't close my eyes. Will you accompany me until I fall asleep?"
The man's tone and face were pleading.
"Why can't you sleep?" He's getting concerned.
"Okay, maybe it's my heart that's worrying about our relationship."
Mikhail rubbed his eyes which started to feel sore due to drowsiness.
After hearing the sad confession of the man on the floor, suddenly made Husna's heart more filled. Because not only Mikhail, but he actually can't sleep tonight, and the reason the girl can't close her eyes is because of the same thing.
"Well, I'm gonna sit here till I get some sleep."
Husna sat down next to her husband.
When he saw his wife at the side, Mikhail put his hand on Husna's waist and pulled her to lie down.
Husna who received such treatment suddenly wriggled to escape.
"Mas, we're in the living room. It's not good if anyone sees." Said worried.
"A moment, I still miss you so much, after all it's still midnight and everyone must be asleep."
Mikhail began to immerse his face in the nape of his wife in search of comfort.
"But mas."
Husna is still trying to unlock the lockdown of her husband.
"I just hugged you to sleep, and then you can go. Please, I'm so sleepy."
Mikhail closed his eyes.
Husna became unbearable, finally allowing the man to seek warmth by hugging him in the cold night. She can leave when her husband is asleep.
The clock kept turning, no matter how long Husna tried to hold back consciousness, until finally the girl fell into a dreamland following the man next door. They fall asleep in a position that will certainly make the envy of singles out there.
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