Half of My Husband's life

Is It Still Vengeful

"Sir Ningrum, do we have to leave this boarding school after Madrasah Aliyah?" the voice of a 10-year-old boy asked Ningrum who had since just sat outside the hall.

"If you already have a job, then you can leave this boarding school. And if you suddenly lose your job, you have nowhere else to go, then you can come back, this is your home, too." staring at the sad face of the orphan who since the age of one year in care and school there.

"What if I don't get a job out there?" it was unexpected that the boy named Tasya had gone far to think about his future.

"Then stay here." replied Ningrum lightly.

"I'll be a burden to Sister Ningrum, as well as others if I stay here." An answer that jolted Ningrum's heart.

"Of course not." Ningrum smiled warmly.

"I've heard Ustadzah Ida talk with Ustadzah Arini, Ustadzah Ida said, Sister Ningrum can not continue college because the cottage's finances are thinning, Kiyai sickly, Kiyai sickly, also the number of children who are deliberately left in boarding schools by irresponsible parents, like me."

Ningrum rounded his eyes, his tiny lips were also opened to hear words that seemed to hit the heart. "That's not true Dik." replied Ningrum slowly, throwing away his blurred vision.

"Later, when it's big. Tasya will work to find money to help people in this Pondok Pesantren." continued the little boy.

"Ah, Tasnim. Pondok still have savings, also the results of plantations that are processed by the santri. You don't have to worry about food. We have many granaries of rice and vegetables, as well as fish and eggs from livestock that will not run out. You just need to pray, so that we are all always in the protection of Allah SWT, and given good sustenance."

"We always pray, brother."

"Alright, come in and learn well." Ningrum ordered the girl.

He ran away leaving Ningrum who took a heavy breath, thinking of children like Tasya.

"Assalamualaikum." two voices simultaneously greeted Ningrum.

"Wa'alaikum salam." she turned around and was so surprised when she saw the person who came with a santriwati.

"This uncle wants to meet Sister Ningrum" said the santriwati pointed at Mingho with her thumb.

Ningrum did not reply, only taking a glance at the man called uncle by his santri also looked at him, then took the paper from behind his suit. "As I told you yesterday. I brought this for you."

Ningrum's little hand grabbed the piece of paper from Mingho's hand without saying anything.

"Andra says he will finance you to study in Egypt like your two brothers." the two women were silent.

"I'm sorry if I had to come here and... All the decisions are with you." he continued.

I don't know what makes Ningrum still not talk. He lowered his head while looking at the paper inscribed with the terms of admission in a top faculty, perhaps also thinking about what Mingho was talking about.

"I'm sorry. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salam warahmatullaah." then he answered almost inaudible.

"He likes you, Brother."

***

The following month, Andra and Tomi returned to Singapore to take Indri to the best hospital there. After a rigorous examination conducted for two days. Little hope emerged when an expert doctor who examined him said there was still hope to be aware, even if somehow.

"Alhamdulillah." The two men gave thanks.

If he wakes up in the morning with a warm sun, warm hugs and kisses, then he rests with a smile that is always etched, Andra always took the time to go home to accompany her to a little lunch. Similarly, when the afternoon came, they walked around the park, bought food with a friendly atmosphere, full of love, he really became a princess made. Until the evening before, sleep in a warm embrace that does not stop guarding and hugging him all night.

"Darling, it's the third month. We're going to the hospital to check on our son, I'm worried because lately you've been eating raw fruit" Andra said that morning.

"There's no need to rush Mas, I'm healthy. Nausea in the morning is common."

Hafizah stroked Andra's face, explaining that she was fine. Just feel Andra too worried, but just often eat fresh fruits to eliminate nausea, not classified as sour but so panic handsome man, it is, to limit the portion of spicy and acidic foods that are not much.

"I'm afraid you have a stomachache dear." she answered rubbing the rest of the spice stuck to Hafizah's lips.

"The doctor said, eat anything that is delicious, there is no abstinence for pregnant women. Fruits like this are our favorite food. Even a woman who has stomach acid, when pregnant eats young mango she does not feel stomach pain. That is the pleasure that God gives to pregnant women. "clear Hafizah to her husband who lately really pay attention to everything to very detail. He did not sleep well just because he was afraid that Hafizah would sleep in the wrong position, he was also willing to have muscle cramps all night just because Fiza was sleeping soundly in his arms.

"I want you to always be okay, baby. Healthy and happy without feeling anything less." Andra clasped Hafizah's hand which was still caressing her face.

"Thank you for everything, I'm so happy to be your wife. You're the best husband, you're the best father for Ara and our son. I am so grateful for this life, I want to be with you always." said Hafizah sincerely and adoringly.

"Please promise to stay with me." Andra's asking isn't for the first time.

"Yes, we'll always be together. Don't ever turn away, let alone go Mas, I don't want to." the body that started to contain it went into Andra's arms.

'Of course, every prayer I want to be with you. Because honestly I'm the one who's afraid of losing you, baby.' Andra's inner.

That worry didn't go away until today.

"Mas."

"Hem."

"Wouldn't we go to the house of the woman whose husband was the victim of Kak Indri's accident yesterday?"

Andra was surprised Hafizah still remembered him. He breathed heavily. "Darling, we better not think too much about that woman. We just pray about Indri who is in care and treatment."

"I know Mas. But it remains a burden to my mind. Didn't Mas think that they could have not recounted the accident that befell them."

"Fiza!"

Slightly jerking Andra's voice, what a slightly elevated tone it was unusual in Hafizah's ears.

"Ma.ma.ma.sorry." she said nervously, her eyes dewy almost crying.

"Darling..." Andra was nervous and sorry.

"I mean... Just wanted to talk to them." Fiza.

Andra massaged her forehead with mixed taste.

"I know what it's like to be a victim's family, let alone they don't even show her nose."

Hearing that, Andra also tried to control himself, regulate the breath and...

"Are you still holding a grudge against the man who caused the Azzam accident?"