Grasping Taste

Consultation

When the journey home from delivering Aruna Sabda stopped for a moment on the side of the road. He was no longer able to concentrate anymore because of the uneasiness of Aruna's difficult decision he wavered again.

"Aaaaarrrghhh." cried the Word by hitting the steering wheel of his car. The man cried as he pleased with his head resting on the steering wheel. He was so sorry for having to fall asleep with undue love and losing real love.

The voice of Azaan makes the Word stop for a moment the anxiety that is being struck. Yes, he remembered that there was still a God who could reverse the feeling, soften the heart so hard and give him peace in dealing with this problem.

For a moment he leaned against the car seat, wiping away the tears that condensed in the corner of his eyes, he did not care if the world would laugh at his cries.

The word seeks the existence of the voice of the azan. And it turns out he just realized that he was near a mosque.

The man filled with despair finally came down to try to get closer to his Lord. Something he rarely did with his whole heart.

After the Salat Isya, he was still sitting contemplating what had happened inside the mosque. His guilt for his wife was too great that he was not sure Aruna would take her back.

"sorry. Mas, not the people around here, right?" ask the man who was leading the congregation prayer.

"Yes, I'm not here. I am passing by." answered the Word.

"Did my name Irul. My house is in front of the mosque. If the mas deigns please, stop by! " said Mr. Irul by extending a hand, the middle-aged man saw the Word as if he had a lot of burden.

The word moved from his seat and then walked to follow Mr. Irul.

"I'm Word. I just drove my wife home, sir." said Sabda later.

"Let's stop by. We can get acquainted with tea!" bring Mr. Irul. The word that initially wanted to return immediately accepted Mr. Irul's offer.

A middle-aged woman with a Syar'i hijab came to bring tea and snacks. I saw Mr. Irul was thinking. Meanwhile, Sabda sip a new warm tea served by Mr. Irul's wife.

"Mas Sabda, often through here? " ask Mr. Irul to open the conversation.

"I just a few times, not routinely through here. My wife's house is in her urban area. While I live in the city next door." obviously Sabda made Mr. Irul mangosteen.

"Why should you stay away from your wife? Is there an event?" asked Mr. Irul, start fishing for the Word. But he is a psychologist.

"I'm actually having a problem. My wife asked for a divorce. But I don't want a divorce. I love him, sir." explained Sabda. He felt the need to share his problems to reduce his burden a little. Moreover, Mr. Irul who looks very wise it makes Sabda feel comfortable.

"Why ask for a divorce? What are you guys having problems? Does Mas Sabda have other women or vice versa? When viewed from the look of Mas Sabda is impossible because of economic problems." welcome Mr. Irul make their conversation flow deeper.

"I met my ex and I was so overwhelmed by our togetherness that I didn't realize my wife was hurt" Sabda said.

"How far is your relationship? Has Mas Sabda been in a relationship like a husband and wife?" ask Mr. Irul full of investigation.

For a moment Sabda was silent, but then lingering nodded making Mr. Irul exhale heavily.

"That's really my burden. I'm afraid my wife knows it because I love her so much." Sabda continued. The fear of the Word is at that point. Can Aruna forgive her if she knows how bad her husband is.

"Mas Sabda loves his wife. But, do that to another woman.... " Mr. Irul was like regretting the actions of the Word.

"Me and the woman were involved in a working relationship. And we had an event together until we stayed overnight, I was drunk at the time. I went in the wrong room and did it." Mr. Irul shook his head, he felt that the mistake of the man in front of him was very heavy already drunk, adulterous as well, if he was allowed to judge.

"It's hard if it's like this. Therefore, Allah forbids liquor. Alcohol can dispel common sense so that people who drink it can do other bad things." explained Mr. Irul made Sabda nod.

"Since that time I really did not want to drink a single alcoholic beverage. I'm afraid I'll make the same mistake." continued Sabda. Yes, since then even though a friend or Anin had also forced him to drink but he still refused.

"I'm afraid my wife knows everything. I'm sure he'll hate me even more." Sabda explained. Her fear all this time if Aruna knew all this even though she had kept it very close.

"Does Mas Sabda love his wife very much, Mas?" ask Mr. Irul. He is indeed a marriage consultant so for him cases like this are often the case, lulled with love of the past but in reality all are not the same, not as beautiful as before.

"Mas Sabda has a child?" The word just shakes.

"Not yet, yesterday my wife just miscarried, sir. That's why he wants to go home to be calmer than to part with me." continued Sabda. His heart was indeed a little relieved when he could tell stories with others and it happened that the person was indeed a good listener.

"Try to keep persuading your wife to forgive everything. God hates divorce, even if it is permissible." Sabda can understand the sentence of Mr. Irul.

"Repent, draw near to Allah. Asking for the softened heart of the wife and making a happy family. That is the importance of keeping the view, putting boundaries between men and women who are not muhrim. There are rules and rules."

"I understand, Sir. I will try to improve myself." answered the Word.

"Try to get momongan. Maybe with a baby can strengthen your relationship."

"I'm actually, a psychologist and more precisely, a marriage consultant, Mas. So I used to handle cases like this." continued Mr. Irul by showing the writing attached to the wall of his house.

The smiling word, he did not even notice that. He just felt Mr. Irul was a nice figure to talk to.

Sabda glanced at the clock that was coiled around his wrist. It was nine o'clock in the evening, it felt like he had to continue on his way.

"It seems I must continue the journey, afraid of the night, sir." said the Word.

"Oh please, Mas. Any time if it's through here can stop by." replied Mr. Irul.

"Yes, thank you, sir. God willing, if I want to learn a lot from you. Then excuse me." said the Word.

"Please, Mas. With pleasure." welcome Mr. Irul.

The word got back in the car. His heart was a little relieved on the way home. Yes, he should be able to convince Aruna. As Mr. Irul said, the presence of a child will bind them together.

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Stunned words on the dining table. Usually there is Aruna who has prepared everything. But, he was alone at home at the moment. The house feels very quiet.

The Word Sipping his coffee cup. Then take the phone and the motor key. He was eager to get on the bike this morning, given his first introduction to Aruna using the bike.

The man glanced at the circular watch on the wrist. At eight, she had already entered the showroom lobby because today she was going to lead a morning meeting after a few days of not going to the office.

"Oh yeah, don't let anyone into my room without permission!" word said to the receptionist and coincidentally there are also sales counters that are still sitting in line, making them understand.