HUSBAND'S HEART

part 37 UNEXPECTED MEETING

"Aargh!" once again Ilham awoke from his sleep with a breath of gasp. He felt his chest rise and fall and felt a slight throbbing in it.

Once again, I dreamed of a little girl. Even in a dream, he fell in love with her. Wavy ends of hair rippling while running around, it's adorable.

When Ilham tried to chase after her, the little girl turned out to be joined by a woman whose end of the robe and hijab were waving along when running with the little girl.

The hand of Inspiration tried to reach the woman, but when the woman was about to turn her head suddenly Ilham felt a tremendous tightness and throbbing in his chest. So as to make Inspiration always awake and always like that.

The dream he experienced almost every day and always left a sense of tightness in his chest.

Gus Bahtiar was worried if the condition of Inspiration was due to a rejection reaction after a liver transplant. But it turns out that after a general check up, everything is fine. There is no meaningful rejection reaction in the body of Inspiration.

The new liver works well in the body of Inspiration, even better than the organ of the heart of Inspiration itself. The doctor himself was amazed by the achievement of health Inspiration.

It's just that in anticipation of unwanted circumstances, Inspiration is still required to take immunosuppressant drugs even though the dose has been reduced.

"Maybe it's really time you got to go home, Ham. I'm absolutely sure you're healthy and recovering. Just by maintaining a healthy lifestyle, your life will definitely shine again. Back to work, back to productivity. In order to immediately pay off the installments of those machines, hahaha..."

"But, Gus. Here I find my life more useful, Gus."

"You don't think about yourself, remember. Not even with your mother who has to take care of it alone? He's sick now. Go home. It's time for you to be filial, find a son-in-law for him. Find a woman who can make your heart beat until you feel short of breath."

"Ck."

"Haha..."

And finally Ilham really decided to go home. Without giving news, he went home using an online taxi service.

Arriving in front of the house, he saw Mbok Sari open the gate and someone riding a motorcycle out of his house.

"Who, Mbok?" ask Ilham to Mbok Sari who wants to close the gate.

"God willing! Alhamdulillah Mas Ilham has come home," exclaimed Mbok Sari who was surprised and happy that the employer he had taken care of since childhood came home in a much better condition than the last time he left home. His old eyeballs seemed to be teary-eyed withstanding the day.

"Yes, Mbok. Alhamdulillahot. Who earlier? Ummah there?" tanya Ilham while walking towards the side door past the garage.

"That, Mas. guru les coloring Mas Azyan and Non Nabila. Mom was in the room, just slept after taking the medicine, please don't bother first, Mas."

Ilham nodded in understanding then entered the house, while Mbok Sari headed for the back door carrying with her the suitcase that Ilham handed to her.

Inspiration walked slowly looking at the two little children who were playing on the carpet. Azyan who was wide-eyed was happy to see himself and the little girl who stupefied him.

The little girl's hair. Yep! It was the same hair as the little girl's hair that was in her dreams.

"Well Ham! Yea... Yea... Well Ham came home," exclaimed Azyan while jumping up and down to see the uncle called Yah Ham (father of Ilham). And ran against the body of Inspiration, who had knelt down, spread out both hands.

Ilham hugged Azyan tightly while his eyes did not look gently at the little girl who was also looking at him shyly.

Seeing the little girl walking slowly towards him, Ilham stretched out his right hand. And adorable, the little girl welcomed the helping hand and kissed the back of her hand.

"What's her name, Beautiful?"

"Crazy, Om."

"Name Nabila, Dad. Called Bila," Azyan tried to explain.

"When? What a beautiful name like her son."

"Still, Om Danteng," replied Nabila blushed.

Inspiration whose left hand was still holding Azyan and right hand was holding Nabila's hand slightly blushed was also said to be handsome by the girl who made her heart warm.

"Well, where did Ham come from, why not bring souvenirs?" seeing that Inspiration brought nothing, the typical children honestly asked Azyan.

"Emmm... Yeah, I didn't bring anything. Azyan wants what, let's go shopping."

"Yeah.. Ashiiik!" Eager Azyan ran around Ilham's body, "yeayay. yeayay..."

While Nabila just smiled without releasing his hand grip on the fingers of Ilham.

Azyan and Nabila were already sitting sweetly in the back seat of Ilham's car, while Ilham heated up the car's engine while cleaning it from dust.

Mood can change a person, even children. Azyan who did not talk too much, suddenly told a lot of things.

Tells Nabila, who is Inspiration and why he calls father. Tells Ilham, that Nabila's father is dead and now lives with them at home. About Buti who often hurts, the dizziness comes away. About the mother who now works replacein Yah Ham who went a long time.

Yes, although what is told is his version, as long as he knows. It was enough to describe Ilham, what he had missed.

Not that he did not know anything, because actually Arief often came to him to the rehabilitation cottage. But he more often does not care what is delivered, because the ends always hope Ilham quickly returned to the company.

Arriving at the mall in front of the housing, Ilham led the two children on the right and on the left. While glancing at the glass mall that reflects the image of the three, Ilham smiled himself imagining himself was leading his two children to walk in the mall when his wife was busy taking care of herself in the salon.

They went straight to the children's toy outlet. Walk around for a while until you find a toy that both of you like. When Ilham offered to buy a snack, the compacts both shook their heads.

And finally Ilham brought a basket of toys to the cashier table to be paid. Because they had to queue 3 people, Ilham told the two children to play the rumbling provided not far from the cashier table.

"Mas Ilham, how are you?"

"Eh, Julia. Thank God, fine."

"Mas Ilham is alone?" yulia said while playing the bag strap on her shoulder.

Ilham just smiled as he glanced briefly at the girl wearing high waist pants and sabrina model short t-shirt. Brick red lipstick, extra eyelashes, smoothing shoulder-length hair.

'Still wacky this child, ' thought Ilham.

"I'm alone too, Mom. Boss at home. Lunch with yuk, Mas. I haven't seen you in a long time."

'That's it, I guessed it, ' Inner Inspiration.

Inspiration does not answer because now it is his turn to pay at the cashier.

Yulia who was still waiting for Ilham, accidentally saw Azyan. They met when Annisa invited Azyan to attend a school reunion last year. He also approached, because he knew for sure that Ilham must have come with Azyan.

"There's Zyan here. Still want aunty, right?"

"Aunty who sang in her school right," Azyan replied shortly after trying to remember Yulia, "who said that if Jiyan was handsome," remained with her attractiveness.

"Haha... Yes, Zyan is handsome, like Ilham, hihi."

Ilham finished paying for the toys purchased along with Nabila crying because he fell in front of the company due to a poorly fitting landing.

"When! Here's daddy's carrier, usss. have not cried yes, let's go to the mother's place just yes," spontaneously, Ilham approached Nabila, carrying, kissing the cheek and rubbing his forehead. Anyone who sees Ilham is a father who loves his son very much.

The habit of talking to Azyan made it easier for him to find a way to avoid Yulia, which is to pretend to be Nabila's father.

Yes sure Yulia does not know Nabila, after all Nabila is also an orphan, there is nothing wrong and a loss for him to become Nabila's father. Because from the story of Azyan, he speculated that Nabila was an orphan who was cared for by the ummah or Annisa. He will also be happy to be his foster father.

"I'm sorry, we'll excuse you first" said Ilham and without waiting for Yulia's answer, Ilham who carried Nabila, led Azyan to go out of the mall.

"Yes, Mas," Yulia softly replied with a pushy look, "dad?"

Nabila felt the flowers were in the sling of Inspiration, stared fixedly at the face he just knew but said himself the father. He has not forgotten Amar's mother and will never forget her. But a few months lost the figure of his father, he was happy with the words of Inspiration.

"Dad?" ventured to rub Ilham's cheek to convince her if it was true.

"Hm... If Nabila wants, Nabila can call om, dad. Nabila want?"

"Asiyan has papi with father, papina peldi far away but can go home, If you have a buya but have been far away can not go home, If so sad. If you want to have a father."

"If you can not be sad, if you remember buya, dooain aja yes. Now, Nabila has a father, so don't be sad anymore. Try..call dad!"

"Yes, Dad. Asiyan, if you have a father again. Daddy!" Nabila tightened his embrace on Ilham, his legs twitched until the bag containing the toy Ilham held swayed.

Azyan who along the way did not speak anything, turned out to quietly listen as well.

"If Bela becomes his son Yah Ham, then Ajiyan must call brother, just as Kak Tiara would, do not want ah!"

"Haha... That's not it, Azyan. Azyan and Nabila both call me dad."

"Yes, father but no mother" said Azyan, holding a smile while the laughter of Inspiration disappeared instantly.

Arriving at home, Ilham let Azyan and Nabila play with their new toy. He went up to the second floor to his room. Cross paths with Mbok Sari who has just delivered a drink and cleaned the room of Ilham.

"I'll rest first, Mbok. It's still a break, right?"

"Yes, Mum."

Inspiration entered his room, nothing changed. There was a sense of regret that erupted in his heart. Why is he so foolishly self-destructing. What use is he drunk only because of heartache in a woman who is not really his idol.

"Hufh," sighed when he realized that he was disappointed not in the woman, but in his ignorance in addressing his feelings for women.

He walked to the balcony of the room. He recalled, Arief once said that there were already people who took care of his garden at the behest of Ms. Fatma. He wanted to see how well the man took care of the garden he had built with all his heart.

It was a shock to see that the garden he had built had completely changed. Not bad, just changed from the dream of Inspiration. And he really didn't like anyone changing the park.

He leaned his head down, to see someone who had just tidied up the synthetic grass on the edge of the garden. And that made him even more angry.

As fast as lightning he ran, down the stairs leading to the back, opening the iron door firmly until a thumping sound on the wall.

With wide steps while shouting approaching a woman who was jumped to her feet.

"CURRENT!! How dare you ruin everything!"

She pulled the woman's shoulder to face herself until she did not realize the woman's back hit the wall. Then put both hands on the wall to the left of the woman's head.

"Who are you!?" growling held back the anger, asking who the pale-looking woman was and shutting her mouth with her trembling hands.

Locking his gaze on the pair of round, teary-eyed balls looking at him anyway.

In a few moments, they locked onto each other's gazes while adjusting their breaths.

When Ilham began to look a little calm, the woman began to lower her hands to her chest and replied in a soft voice, "me Yuana."

Now he changed the light that opened his eyes. The hand that restrained Yuana he pulled for the sake of holding his chest that suddenly felt very tight and heartburn with a loud throb. And it's dazed backwards.

Seeing Ilham who was about to fall on the pitchfork that he put facing up, Yuana immediately grabbed Ilham and managed to pinch the front shirt in his grasp, pulling him towards the pile of synthetic grass residue.

But fateful for him because he accidentally stepped on the end of his game makes him fall down too.

Inspiration who saw Yuana fall spontaneously grabbed Yuana's waist docked to her body. Enough of him to feel the pain of falling, not Yuana.

Yuana hijab made of ceruty material, quite slippery. The fall of Yuana over Ilham's body, made the headscarf sag almost loose with the dropped face hole framing Ilham's face.

The two faces were facing each other inside the space formed by the hijab.

Again their eyes locked on each other. Inspiration with a shady look and Yuana with a very embarrassed look.

Yuana who was still silent in shock made Ilham tighten his embrace. The light bias of the baby pink hijab makes Yuana's cheeks look more blushing.