HUSBAND'S HEART
part 1 APOLOGIES AND PROMISES
After praying Isya, Yuana invited Nabila, her two-year-old baby to sleep in the room. The only room in the rented house she shared with Amar, her husband.
From the glass nako room facing the carport in front of the house, there was a sound of men singing a song accompanied by a guitar quote. Apparently someone was busking in front of the house.
"~~You're all I need
To be my life friend
~~
The wingless angel came to me
God sent in your face
God is sent in your being
~~
It's so quiet I think when I'm with you
Simple yet beautiful you love me
Simple yet beautiful you love me
~~
Until my age
Until the age is up
Will you be my life partner?
You are one at heart
You are special
Will you live with me?
~~
I secretly looked at his face
God, I love this woman
God, I love this woman
~~
Until my life is over
Until the age is up
Will you be my life partner?
You are one at heart
You are special
Will you live with me?~~"
"The sound is good.why not a recording," looks like Martha's mom came out of the house to give a sheet of rupiah to the busker.
"Menthit Buk.. mboten gaduct," the man's answer was still heard before the atmosphere finally became silent after the sound of the door closed.
Yuana patted Nabila's thigh while chanting sholawat readings to take her daughter into dreamland. But apparently the busker's voice disturbed Nabila's drowsiness, because he suddenly remembered his father who had not come home from work.
"If you don't want to bobok Mommy... When waiting for Buya to come home," whine Nabila who misses his father.
Nabila rarely met because Amar, his father, always left early in the morning and came home at night.
When he woke up this morning, he only had time to salim and wave his hand just drove his father away from work. Yesterday it was so. only yesterday the day after that had breakfast together.
As for the night, his father had always not come home when he was very sleepy.
Since Amar decided to run an online taxi, his working hours are not the same as when he handled the garment factory left by his in-laws. If it used to be the slowest before Maghrib was home, then now at least nine or ten nights just go home. He did so to raise savings to redeem his house confiscated by the bank and revive the burned-out factory.
Yes.the factory fire was the main cause of the deterioration of the family's economy. In addition to the fire that destroyed the factory relics of his father-in-law, Amar's decision to engage in riba to increase business capital also made his small family lose everything. Including the house they had lived in before.
The factory ceased operations, halting Amar's ability to pay debt installments at the bank. Not to mention bills from raw material suppliers whose goods are burned when the payment is not due and the return of down payment from partner outlets whose goods have not been delivered.
"Mother call Buya first yes, let's go home quickly. But the promise.. if Buya had gone home, Nabila had to quickly bobok," finally Yuana gave up, after repeatedly unsuccessfully trying to persuade Nabila to sleep.
"Assalamu´alaikum Mas... can you go home early? Nabila kangen. ndak want to sleep if you have not met Mas," said Yuana once the phone is connected.
"Alaikumussalam's... Yes, Dik. This is also again otw home, uda almost this crossroad," replied Amar.
Not long after the sound of the car stopped in front of the house. Then the car door was closed and the alarm was activated.
deb. tit...
"Hollee... Buya's home... The Mother... Buya pulaaang.." cheer Nabila happy to welcome the arrival of the person he missed.
"Atum greetings Buyaaa," replied Nabila.
"Bent awhile, baby... Buya take a shower first, only later when carrying Buya. Okay?" said Amar while putting car keys and mobile phones on the wall shelf and hanging sling bags on nails that are stuck next to the shelf.
"Buyas Ote. Buya took a bath in the first place - no tuman, huh?"
"The child of Buya. Da... Buy a bath so there are no germs, let it be clean, let it be healthy, let it not hurt. When was I taking a shower?" amar answered, who asked his little angel.
"Uda dong Buya," replied Nabila as he approached the bundle.
"What cooking is Dik? Laper, '" asked Amar to Yuana.
"Mas claw soup cooking," Yuana replied with a slight wheeze.
"Bath first.please heat it up."
"Okey... ready!" Yuana gave a respectful attitude to a ceremonial commander, but blinked one eye. Makes Amar laugh at him.
Nabila's eyelids that had been slightly reddened at the edges because they were sleepy, now perfectly round for the sake of feeling enthusiastic to play with his father.
A busy book accompanies the togetherness of two people of different gender and different ages, which if they play together then it is as if there is no one else around.
"Get... Buya.. butan tuning.it melah," exclaim Nabila when Amar deliberately attached a red thread pompom to a yellow square velcro hook that was attached to one of the busy book pages. There are five square pieces with five different colors according to the color of the accompanying pompom.
"Waaah the more pinter princess this buya... must be taught the same beautiful mother right?" praise Amar on her baby while glancing towards Yuana who was sitting not far from the two of them.
Yuana who was doodling a note just smiled in response to the code from her husband. In order to provide quality time for her husband and daughter, she tried to fill the time by sketching the design of the handbag design.
If he is satisfied with the design he made, then he will send it to an owner of a handbag boutique in Singapore with the same royalty of course.
After dinner and satisfied playing with Nabila and chatting with Yuana in the front room, Amar took his son and wife to the room to put Nabila to sleep.
As usual, Nabila chose to sleep near the wall, because it was decorated with her favorite wall stickers also lined up various hand puppets that Yuana used to storytelling. So Yuana is in the middle while Amar sleeps on the edge, although more often sleep with a hambal mat made of thick cloth held on the carpet in the front room.
After reading the prayer before going to bed, Yuana read sholawat while scratching Nabila's back until Nabila closed his eyes. If Yuana stopped her scratching, then Nabila who had not fallen asleep completely would definitely mutter, "shy..."
"I'm sorry dik.." whispered Amar while hugging Yuana's waist from behind.
Yuana who was softening scratch on Nabila's back to sleep well, sigh long, until it was felt Nabila had fallen asleep.
"How many times must I apologize, Mas" said Yuana half-whispering as she turned her position.
This time she lay facing her husband, remaining in Amar's arms at his waist. His right hand he put on Amar's chest, while his left hand stroked Amar's right cheek.
"I told you, I'm sincere. Be kind to God. Maybe it is not our sustenance. The fire made it easier for us to take it off."
Seeing Yuana's smile and eyes, Amar felt even more guilty towards his beloved wife.
"But the factory is the only relic of your parents Dik. Really... I do not know myself, can not take care of it well," said Amar holding tightness in his chest.
"We can survive the fire, we have to be grateful, that's what matters. While we live first what we can live. Still given the opportunity to accompany you and take care of Nabila has a great pleasure for me, Mas," said Yuana slowly with a deep look at the black bead of her husband's eyes.
"I love you more than anything in the world. You are my only breath. I promise you, I'll try hard to give you back yours, Dik."
For whatever sake, Amar promised in his heart, to always take care and give happiness to his wife and child. He will fight to get his house back and revive the factory that has been entrusted to him.
Not always a typhoon blowing, not always a storm crashing. There will be a time when the typhoon changes the breeze, there will be a time when the storm changes the rainbow. That's what we have to believe in in order to stay upright, no matter what tests we face.
Lucky they can find a beautiful rental house at an affordable cost. A small house with one medium-sized room, a small kitchen that blends into the living room, one bathroom behind the living room, a clothesline terrace behind the house, and a small kitchen, the small garden in front is next to a well-fenced carport.
Although much smaller than their homes confiscated by banks, not even much larger than their rooms, but quite comfortable for small families like them.
Fortunately, they still have a city car unit that can be used to connect life. The only car left, which was not sold to cover the loss, was a wedding gift from her father Yuana.
Yep... Amar makes his car as an online taxi based application. He is determined to raise capital to start a new business, without having to engage in riba again.
"Patience my dear, I love you so much. Believe me, my soul is only for you. My heart is yours forever. Whatever I do to make you happy." Kissing Yuana's crown, Amar slid his hand on his wife's back and stroked her gently.
"Thank you, you loved me so deeply. May God bless our family." Then Yuana raised her head, gently kissing her husband's chin.
With a slight bow, Amar returned the kiss warmly.
"We're moving forward yeah, let's not be distracted."
Then they both rise. Yuana took a blanket and a long pillow and placed it on a thick cloth hambal that Amar had just dubbed.
Lie down together on a hambal and cover the body with one blanket. Closer to each other in warm embrace. Unite the feeling and sigh in the activity of the soul and body that is able to grow flowers in the hearts of both.
After showing each other the magnitude of love and affection with the union of a warm and loose body, they decided to stay asleep on the hambal, hugging each other in a blanket.
Yuana pecked his forehead deeply, then looked at the shady face nan ayu who turned out to have fallen asleep. Amar stretched himself out while letting his wife sleep in an embrace.
The shadow of a factory fire and the expulsion of an external collector of a bank, where Amar mortgaged his home certificate, on his family disturbs his mind. Maybe at dawn, he could close his eyes.
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menthit \= is too high
mboten gaduct \= not affordable
