Half of My Husband's life

Undecided

Worried, after a word for Andra, Ahmad also expressed his feelings.

Hafizah thought that only Andra was fighting for a determined desire, in fact Ahmad came closer.

The night sky was so bright, but his heart seemed to be grieving. Hafizah drove home in a red car given Andra as the office facility,

deliberately passed through the public burial area where Azzam had rested there.

Wanna meet.

Like when Azzam was alive, he was the only place to share his fret, a place to tell stories of difficult tastes spoken with words. But it is lost when love blossoms beautifully complete with the presence of Arafah at the time. Now he only found grass whose leaves were like dancing when the wind blew, soothing the tired face of Hafizah. His delicate hands began to grab the grass at foot-high, leaving his children spaced out over Azzam's tomb.

"Assalamualaikum Mas." he said smooth, the wind blew back as if he said.

"Today Ahmad came to me" he said, feeling pain when complaining so that he chose silence while continuing to reach for the grass.

Long time, until it feels like not going home. Cool and calm in the tomb of Azzam, like a longing but only alone. Death truly separates, but the heart still feels close.

Until the voice of the Maghrib Adhan Hafizah had just arrived at the cottage. Ara was crying in the Maghrib so Nur had to seduce her first to delay the prayer.

"What's up, son?" hafizah asked quietly, grabbing her fat body from Nur's embrace.

"Don't know, sister, since this afternoon she was fussy" said Nur then grabbed a face on the table.

"Maybe Ara is bored. Tomorrow I'm not working. We're going for a walk, right?" persuade Hafizah then sat on the sofa holding Ara.

"Dad.." he cried again, hugging Hafizah in agitation.

"Dear, Daddy's gone" he said, making Nur turn back, the hand that was wearing the face was paused for a moment.

What happened was that Ara was crying more and more, her voice filled the room louder.

"Here, let Ningrum take Ara to the girls' dorm." Ningrum grabbed Ara who had rebelled angrily, I don't know what the little boy was thinking so much that he looked so agitated and called out to Father. Of course the father in question is Andra.

"Sister." Nur called out to Hafizah while pointing at the prayer rug that still lay in the corner of the room.

"Alright." he moved, at first glance still turned Ara who was out there still crying.

Only five minutes, the prayer that is only three rakaat does not take time.

"Nur wants to talk."

Nur's voice did not stop the hand that released the mucus. Hafizah then sat down near her sister.

"Son Fiza can vote for Ahmad."

Silent.

"At least his religion is not inferior to Mas Azzam, will be able to keep up with you, and love you." said Nur lowered his head.

Hafizah still did not answer, a little guess if the arrival of Ahmad this afternoon was for the support of his sister Nur.

"Pesantren need a religious leader, not just have a position and property." Nur continued.

"What if it's not the big brother holding the pesantren?" hafizah said slowly.

"Sister Fiza the eldest child, Abi's responsibility will fall to Brother if one day Abi wants to rest. Like when Abi married you to Mas Azzam, Abi had said to hand over this boarding house to Kak Fiza and Mas Azzam."

"And Mas Azzam went." lirih Hafizah said to his sister.

"Ahmad can replace him." said Nur again turned his head in the opposite direction to Hafizah, holding back tears that began to pool.

"It's just a feeling. You and this pesantren are more important to me, like Abi who always tried to defend this pesantren, even under any circumstances. Even his health was second only to the orphaned santri who needed a life and proper education."

Hafizah grabbed his sister's shoulder to face. It seemed that Nur's clear eyes had been wet not strong enough to hold a heart that was torn by itself.

"I don't live alone, there's you too Ningrum. We will together continue the struggle Abi, as well as Mas Azzam who fought with his proselytizing, fighting for the ideals of his brother Ahmad, and love me until his death. I won't disappoint anyone."

"Every choice you will have a wounded heart" said Nur again half whispered, his chest felt increasingly tight.

"But not my sister." replied Hafizah so subtly, wiping away Nur's tears.

"And Ahmad will be hurt?" tanya Nur again sobbed this time.

"He will replace Mas Azzam, with you. Nur Handayani my sister, also Ahmad Hairudin my sister." made the shoulder held by Hafizah shake.

Nur's cries broke out hugging Hafizah, even after her mother's departure, Nur was so strong. Never shaken his heart, never fell his tears.

The sound of loose cries echoed in the room, the two brothers embraced with all the feeling of being fused in tears, the warm embrace of a brother was so soothing, strengthening the fragile soul.

"Abi will ask Ahmad to be a son-in-law. He'll replace Azzam." Kiyai Marzuki who deliberately listened behind the door was also moved by the decision of her first daughter who she thought was really thinking about the hearts of everyone.

"Fiza asks Abi's blessing, to bring Mas Andra as well as a daughter-in-law. Pray for Fiza, to always be in the way of Allah, and to reach heaven with her" Fiza said later after sweeping her tears.

"Yes, Abi agrees."

"Ayaahh.." Ara's voice echoed again, Ningrum to the point of sweating carrying the little boy around.

"Fiza's sister called her father. I'm really tired." Ningrum gave Ara to Fiza.

"All right, dear." Fiza rubbed her head as well as Ara's already wet face.

After crying and happy, but on the other hand a man still in work clothes sat daydreaming in the hospital room, looking at his body stiffened, not moving even after one year.

"Sister, I've proposed to the woman whose husband died in the accident" he said sadly.

The body before him could not respond.

"I was just thinking of making the man's family have a good life, secretly to keep him in our charge."

Andra breathed heavily.

"But in the end he made me fall in love. And I think that not only me, any man would fall in love if he knew a woman like her. And I've decided to fight for my love, raising a child who suddenly lost a father to the accident, and it seems like fate has said well, Ara considers me her father."

Andra smiled a little. "Even if I have a rival."

"I hope, after all this, Indri can get through this difficult time." Andra grabbed that pale hand, grasping it for a long time.

And the sound of the cell phone ripped Andra's long daydream.

"Assalamualaikum." so smooth was the voice of someone across there.

"Wa'alaikum hail Fiza." Andra let go of Indri's hand and put it straight.

"Ara wants to talk to you, Mommy."

Andra smiled when she heard Mas at the end of the sentence slightly apart.

"I'll be there soon." answered Andra then went out.

Since the afternoon thinking of a way to meet, the disheveled face thinking about Hafizah was now bright suddenly got a reason to come to see you. The barely visible rotation of the wheel felt less fast for Andra to soon meet Hafizah.