HUSBAND'S HEART

part 40 APPLICATION BROTHER JO

Inspiration came out of the Makobu Hill cemetery complex with a shunt step. Swabbed his face, then back to tidy his hair and back he tied with black rubber.

Arief stopped by a restaurant with a home menu, owned by Oma Rahmi, the grandmother of one of his college friends abroad. The original colonial house is a relic of his great-grandfather who is of Dutch descent and is still well preserved.

Inspiration chose to sit at an umbrella table under an old catapult tree in the corner of the park. The table is round with a large umbrella that sticks in the middle. Four wooden armchairs surrounded it.

Ilham and Arief sat opposite each other, overlooking the beautiful garden. Before long, Oma Rahmi accompanied by one of her employees approached.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Oma. How are you?" Ilham precedes greeting and pulling a chair so that Oma Rahmi can sit down.

"Alhamdulillah, oma healthy. Son Ilham how are you? It's been a long time not playing here," Oma Rahmi who still looks fit is sitting while tidying up the rags and kebaya that she wears.

"Alhamdulillah, Inspiration is also healthy, Oma. Well, Oma was still remembered with Inspiration," replied Ilham who automatically also helped enforce the body to sit neatly too.

Similarly Arief, rewind his seat so that he can lean upright.

"Don't ngece, it's like Nak Ilham who has forgotten the same oma, the proof is never to look at oma, right?"

"Hehe, don't forget, Oma, just a little busy. Oh yeah, what's cooking today, Oma? Inspiration laper."

"Ono opo ae, Nduk?" asked Oma Rahmi to her employees who had been standing behind her. Then the official mentioned some of the menus that have been cooked today.

"Key spinach, fish same chew tempe beans sambel onion, do not bother Oma?" pinta Ilham after knowing most of the available menu is not suitable for him. Coconut and spiced strong, should he avoid.

"Waah, means must oma herself who cook this. Of course not troublesome, oma even mists. Don't worry, still good at cooking, hehe. This nice kid, what do you want to eat?" asked Arief while standing up.

"Just call it, Oma."

"Thank you, Oma. Inspiration for Oma's cooking."

"Ah oma is a kangen grandchild, if only, Noah could come home often," Oma Rahmi muttered as she walked into the house.

After the meal was served, Ilham and Arief ate with gourmand. After eating, Oma Rahmi did not allow Ilham to quickly go home. He wanted to be accompanied by a conversation for a while. Oma Rahmi who is friendly is very fond of Ilham who can respect parents. The mind of Inspiration is very open, so always connect if spoken to by the parents.

Oma Rahmi also asked Ilham to imitate the congregational ashar prayers at the mosque available there. After that, he served snacks and herbal teas and continued the chat while making a video call with Noah.

Not to forget Oma Rahmi brought some packets of snacks typical of his restaurant, while threatening if Ilham did not want to accept then do not return to eat in his place. Of course, Ilham replied with laughter while receiving the package.

Not without reason, Ilham ate at Oma Rahmi's place. Because he knows, talking to the friendly and humorous Oma Rahmi can take his mind off. He wanted to return home happy and well. He did not want his mother to know the turmoil of his emotions earlier.

The sky shows the evening. Some clouds that have mingled colors between white, gray and orange, appear to float in the blue-purple sky. Several groups of birds appear to fly, sparrows and swiftlets as if they are racing to return to their nests.

The air was cool stroking his face when Ilham opened the car window to greet the security personnel of his home complex.

Twice, Arief honked to have someone open the gate. But there was no movement at all. Ilham took the initiative to go down by himself opening the gate and had Arief go straight in parking the car in the garage.

After closing the gate again, Ilham who walked to the terrace of the house saw Nabila was crying alone on the terrace steps.

"When! Why are you crying alone here?"

"Yeah... Mother's missing..."

When yesterday at the mall, the boy called him father, Ilham felt ordinary. But now when he knew that the child was the daughter of Yuana, for some reason, hearing Nabila call him father, there was a sudden sense of warmth flowing in his body, whirring within his chest. There was a strong urge to carry the little boy.

And when Nabila felt her embrace when she was carrying, suddenly also appeared a little emotion, anger, disbelief, how can a child as small as this have to lose his mother in his house. He glanced at the garage, Arief had just pulled out his bike because he was going home. Inspiration only nodded when Arief said goodbye.

With Nabila in a sling, Ilham walked through his house. Who knows if anyone can be asked, Yuana where. Apparently deserted. Then he headed to the back pavilion, also deserted. He also walked to the garden pavilion, while rubbing the back of Nabila still remaining sobs.

He saw plants and garden grass was still wet, freshly watered. Means Yuana is in the pavilion. He immediately entered the pavilion whose door was slightly open. When he reached the doorway connecting the front room and the middle room, he was startled by a shout.

"Let'soo!"

A few meters before him, blocked by a set of sofas, in front of the kitchen area, stood clumsily a white girl with wet unraveled hair. Arguably a towel with both hands trying to cover the chest and thigh area. It's so beautiful. Yuana.

Inspiration quickly tried to wake himself up.

"Astaghfirullahal'adhiim," he hissed as he quickly turned his head towards the front room.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, broke Nabila's cry. It was so close to his ears. He turned his back again, but he saw Yuana still standing rigidly in place.

"Quick to the room!" shouts Inspiration while turning her body back.

Nabila's cry stopped for the sake of hearing the screams of Inspiration.

"Sorry, honey.sorry." Ilham apologized to Nabila for seeing the look of fear in the child.

Ilham then sat down and tried to calm Nabila on his lap. He wiped away the tears that were still flowing on Nabila's cheeks.

"Here, don't cry anymore. I've met you, it looks like you're taking a shower. Pretty boy, don't cry yeah, we wait for mom to change."

Nabila blinked his eyes and tried to catch his breath. His heart seems to have calmed down.

"Yes, Dad. Thank you," said Nabila while hugging Ilham back.

Meanwhile Yuana with a dead red face held back the furious and shame that was so intense, immediately ran towards her room. He leaned back for a while to relieve his racing heart.

"Apes once I am today. Is this what you call a fucking day? O Allah, forgive me all my sins."

After making sure the door was well closed, Yuana walked towards the closet to pick up a change of clothes. Sharpen your hearing, making sure Nabila is no longer crying. Then hurry to perform the Ashar prayer, multiply the istighfar in the wire.

But he never expected the first and second meeting with Inspiration, even on the same day in a very absurd, very silly, very embarrassing condition.

Yuana sneaks around trying to peek from the edge of the doorway, hoping there is only Nabila because Ilham has said goodbye.

But the reality before his eyes made his heart slightly melt, Ilham sat leaning with his head slightly looked up and his eyes closed by holding Nabila who was asleep hugging him. He remembered how long ago, often Nabila and Amar were in the same position.

Yuana hopes to lift Nabila and move her to the room without waking up Inspiration. But the two hands of Inspiration were on Nabila's back. Want to wake up but do not have the heart at once still embarrassed by the incident earlier.

"Oh my God, what should I do?"

Confused between advancing forward or retreating back to the room only. Or make a drink, but that means he held Ilham for longer even though he wanted him to have Ilham home when he came out of the room.

Suddenly a voice came from the entrance.

"Mas Inspiration?! What's in here?"

Annisa just slammed in with astonishment to see Ilham in the living room Yuana was sitting asleep holding Nabila.

Ilham and Nabila who actually only slept chicken, also immediately opened his eyes. Nabila who immediately saw his mother, just immediately called, "Mother."

Ilham looked at Yuana with an indescribable smile. While Yuana immediately took and held Nabila while holding her head.

Annisa looked suspiciously at Ilham and Yuana in turn, as if demanding an explanation. But he remembered the purpose came, so later he asked for an explanation he thought.

"Yuana, there's your nyari guest."

"Who, Brother?"

"Regular, doctor of love."

"Who the hell?"

"Your brother Jo, who else is."

"Isa... Sister Annisa don't make rumors."

Inspiration who walked out, secretly stole his sister's conversation with Yuana. He wondered who the doctor of love meant by Annisa? Who's Brother Jo? Is it Yuana's future husband? What if it was her future husband?

With high curiosity, Ilham widened his steps, down the back pavilion towards the garage. He will try to see who the guest is from the side of the house. In front of the garage, he saw an SUV parked.

"Well, he used to come here apparently," he muttered as he walked down beside the pinky, "it seems quite familiar this vehicle, who is it?"

Still sinking, Ilham peeked towards the front porch of his house. Seemed sitting firmly behind him a man with intersected hair layered undercut. There was a bouquet of peach roses lying on the round table in front of the man.

"From what, Mas?"

A clap and whisper was enough to make Ilham soar until the helmet hanging on the rearview mirror of the motorcycle commonly used by domestic assistants almost fell. Fortunately, he was still able to catch the helmet, so it did not cause a noise.

"Ndakn't find anything, Mbok. Who's sitting in front of that?"

"Oh, doctor Yusuf, Mas. Nyari mbak Yuana said."

"What!" Inspiration suffocated.

"Mas Ilham wants to meet?"

"Snack... Ndaak. I'm going upstairs, Mbok."

"Excite, Mas."

Inspiration also went straight into the house through the side door. When he almost reached the second floor, he had seen a shadow of Yuana who walked alone forward.

There was a slight burning feeling within his chest, like there was no other man approaching Yuana. But he tried to dismiss that feeling, after all he was nothing to Yuana. He was sure Yuana did not know him yet, because he was only a secret admirer, a cowardly secret admirer. And his cowardice he regrets to this day.

"Why do I have to wear initials, Ham. Later on Yuana became misunderstood," Amar's voice was clearly in his mind at this time.

"I don't feel right, Mar. Abah has promised, after returning from abroad, you will retire and the company will be handed over to me. Yuana must have graduated from college by then. I will propose to him immediately. In the meantime, please take care of him for me," Inspiration still clearly remembered the answer at that time.

The decision that he felt was most appropriate at that time, became a prolonged regret until now.

And now when he is in a state of anxiety to repeat his taste and improve or choose to forget, there is a man with superior points ahead. From any angle, he felt that Joseph's doctor was indeed better and more sophisticated than he was. Insecure, that's what Inspiration feels right now.

To strengthen his heart, Ilham intends to witness Yuana's togetherness with Joseph's doctor. If he saw for himself the happiness emanated from Yuana's face, he would completely shake it again.

Inspiration came out of the room and slowly descended towards the living room. From behind the curtain he could see Yuana sitting opposite Joseph's doctor. The bouquet of flowers had already moved within Yuana's lowered grasp.

Inspiration took a deep breath to enlarge his heart.

"I just want to make you happy, Na. I have waited for this moment for a long time. Do you still not believe me?" a pleading voice rang out from the mouth of the doctor Joseph who had a clear expression.

It was almost the inspiration of release to laugh. The arrogant, cold and haughty face that Joseph's doctor had shown, could turn one hundred and eighty degrees before Yuana, who grew increasingly disheveled when she heard Yuana's reply.

"Sorry, Brother. But Yuana really can't accept Kak Jo's proposal."

Still behind the curtain, it feels like Ilham did a celebration in the style of a goalscorer in a ball game, jumping high while clenching his hands and pulling them while shouting 'Yes! Yup! Yes!'