HUSBAND'S HEART

part 44 AL HUBBU LAA YA'RIFU AYYA

Kumandang adzan Ashar heard from Yuana's mobile phone. He deliberately installed a prayer time reminder application on his mobile phone, given that from where he lived it was far from the mosque or mosque.

Squeezing the body, stretching and pulling the hands and body, stimulating the nervous system to develop the sensory motor system to be ready for activity.

Resting the body longer than usual, inexplicably he can be that quiet. Maybe because I was quite tired of walking around and shopping that much.

Ah, yes. He remembered the groceries that were just placed in front of the closet earlier. He also got off the bed walking to the pile of paperbags earlier.

Yuana sorted out the three bags of paper bags she received from Ms. Fatma. And count the bags of paper bags that he had to receive from Inspiration. There's seven! A great deal.

Yuana smiled considering how excited Ms. Fatma was when shopping earlier, opposite when she was inside the house who often complained about her head or leg pain.

So excited to accompany Bu Fatma, he did not even have time to pay attention to Nabila who walked in conjunction with Ilham earlier. "I'm sorry, son," Yuana regretted while rubbing the back of Nabila who slept on her stomach on the bolster.

Then he opened one by one the bags given by Ms. Fatma. He remembered everything he had received from Ms. Fatma, because he had participated in choosing her earlier. Two syar'i gamis stels each model similar to the one Bu Fatma bought for Annisa, different colors only. A clutch made from woven pandan leaves that he found in UMKM stores built by the related service.

Ms. Fatma always bought three pieces each, for her, for Annisa and for Yuana. Her heart felt warm flowering, feeling very lucky to be considered like a child by Ms. Fatma. He became reminded of his late parents, they can certainly calm down because the children they left behind there are loving like a family.

Glancing lazily at the seven bags of paperbags given Ilham, absolutely not interested in seeing the contents. After cleaning the robe and clutch given by Ms. Fatma earlier, Yuana rushed to the bathroom, getting ready for the ashar prayer.

Finishing the ashar prayer, Yuana bathed the newly awakened Nabila.

"Mother, where are my new shoes?" nabila asked when Yuana finished combing her hair.

"Which shoes, honey?"

"Bought it with Dad."

Yuana rushed to check the seven paperbags that Ilham had given away one by one. No children's shoes. Did they look at the shoes but not buy them? But Nabila already thought he was bought. 'Ah, pity my son, ' Inner Yuana.

"Nothing, dear. Next time you buy it yourself, yeah."

Regardless of what Yuana said, Nabila ran out of the pavilion towards the main house. Yuana checked the seven bags once again. There are no shoes at all.

He soon followed Nabila to the main house. Passing through Mbok Sari, Rima and two other people who were sitting in the back pavilion.

"When you go inside, Mbok."

"Yes, Miss Yuana. Monggo, just go in."

Yuana entered the main house through a slightly open back door. Passing through the empty kitchen and dining room, towards the family room which is also quiet. Celingukan looking for the whereabouts of Nabila, glancing upstairs, it seems impossible. Since there was no Azyan, Annisa said tonight she would stay at the hotel. Then where is Nabila?

Peering into the living room, there was Arief and Bu Fatma who seemed to be discussing something important. Because Arief is showing some files. It was impossible for Nabila to be there.

Then he stepped into the garage through the side door. And sure enough, there was a voice Nabila who seemed to be having trouble putting shoes on.

"This is why it's so hard, Dad."

"Try father help," Ilham looks crouching next to the helmet rack, helping Nabila wear shoes. Soft pink booth shoes with fine feathers on the top.

While Yuana felt like she was being sucked into another realm, a very shining realm where in the middle of it she saw Amar was helping Nabila put on her shoes.

But then he felt as if he had crashed into the real world when suddenly Inspiration was already in front of him. Without realizing it, he was leaning against the wall in the confinement of Ilham's hands.

"Where? You likey?"

"Ah, yes. Thank you, the shoes are good."

"Ckk," instead of being happy, Ilham clucked and turned to his waist to hear Yuana's reply, "have you seen your groceries yet?" the brow of Yuana.

Yuana rubbed her forehead while grumbling and only realized the meaning of the Ilham question. Willing to answer but Nabila's voice distracts him.

"Mother, my shoes are new... Beautiful right?" Nabila walked back and forth while looking down at her new shoes.

"Yes, Honey. It is very suitable to use Nabila. Did you say thank you to me?"

"Today, thank you, buanyak-bualaaak. Yeah, Dad."

Yuana also invited Nabila back to the pavilion, passing Ilham regardless.

Ilham just shook his head looking at Yuana's attitude towards him. It felt like he was exposing everything to Yuana, but he was afraid that Yuana would avoid him even more.

Let everything go in its proper way, and he will be patient to start all over from scratch. But then he smiled grinning, remembering the bag of groceries from him that had not been seen by Yuana. He could not wait to see how Yuana would react.

Inspiration was about to return to the house, seeing a mobile phone lying on the shelf. Taken and pressed the power button.

A calligraphy inscribed with 'al hubbu laa ya'rifu ayya qoonuun' appears as the key screen. A thin grin appeared on his lips.

Then touched and shifted the lock button of the phone screen. Apparently not wordless. Viewing the wallpaper of the phone screen, attached a photo that causes a twitch of pain in the upper part of his heart.

The photo of Yuana who smiled sweetly, was holding little Nabila and Amar who seemed to embrace the two from behind.

"Even you can still smile at your current state."

Not wanting to linger looking at the photo, Ilham immediately searched the phone menu, entered his personal number and pressed the phone button. When it sounded a connected tone, immediately it closed it. Save the number with the initial name 'IA', then press the power button to lock the screen again. Put the phone into his pocket and then entered the house.

Reasonably tired and about to pray ashar, Ilham said goodbye to Bu Fatma and Arief to return to his room.

Arriving in the room, he quickly opened his mobile phone to save the number that just entered, and stored it with the name 'kissme'. Chuckles when he writes that name, remembering the events of the beginning meeting Yuana in the past and when falling together the beginning met yesterday.

"Hehe... Al hubbu laa ya'rifu ayya. Yes... Yes... Love knows no rules, hehe."

When Ilham was blooming on the second floor, Yuana was confused on the first floor. He who had originally arrived at the pavilion just remembered if he had put his mobile phone on a shelf in the garage.

Of course he was confused, then he tried to walk down into the main house. Maybe they fell or someone kept them. He looked along the place he had passed. Peering under the table, sideboard, sofa, under the sofa cushions up under the folds of curtains.

Ms. Fatma who saw a great deal of Yuana immediately approached.

"From what, Nduk?"

"From Yuana's cell phone, Mom. How can there be no yes, but only Yuana holds it."

"His name is slurred, I'll see you later."

"It's possible, Mom."

"Is it important? Put on mom first, it's okay."

"No, Mom. Nabila asked to be photographed wearing new shoes."

"Oh yeah, sit here for a second. Mom needs to be important with Yuana, "Mum Fatma grabbed Yuana's arm and invited her to sit in the living room where Arief was sitting. Is clearing the work files that were discussed with Bu Fatma and Ilham.

Then Ms. Fatma explained to Yuana in an outline about the state of the company and the current position of Ilham for the company.

Yuana who felt disinterested could only nod her head trying to understand Ms. Fatma's explanation. Though inwardly a little confused why Ms. Fatma felt it was important to explain to him.

Then Ms. Fatma switched to explain also about the health condition of Ilham, where Ilham had to take drugs in a disciplined manner throughout his life. Also about some health protocols for the sake of maintaining its survival.

Of course Yuana never thought that Ilham had to undergo this condition, because he saw Ilham in a state of good. There was a sense of compassion, pity in his heart.

"Therefore, can you ask Nak Yuana for help?"

"What can Yuana help you with, Mom?"

"Son Yuana really wants to help mom?" Ms. Fatma tightly grasped Yuana's hand full of supplication.

"God willing, Yuana will help as much as possible, Ma'am," nodded his head while gently patting the hand of Ms. Fatma holding her right hand.

Arief who had previously saved the turmoil of the task of finding a personal assistant for Ilham became sparkling because he seemed to know the direction of the conversation of Bu Fatma. Because he also thought of asking Yuana to be the personal assistant in question.

He who did not concentrate fully during the conversation with Ms. Fatma earlier, because he kept thinking about finding a way to talk to Yuana and ask her to be a personal assistant to Ilham, as lifted the burden of his life.

"Sir Yuana can be a personal assistant to Ilham?"

"Personal assistant?" Yuana was flabbergasted at Bu Fatma's request, while Arief was across the table, smiling expectantly at Yuana.

"His job is to make sure that Ilham can be disciplined to follow his health protocol, that's all, nothing more."

"But, ma'am," Yuana who always tries to minimize the proximity to Ilham, this should instead be her personal assistant. Of course he became gamang, what would he be like if Inspiration would crocodile him like in every meeting they had several times.

"Help mom, yeah. In the meantime, until Ilham finds the person he feels fits."

Simalakama fruit for Yuana, if he receives then he must prepare mentally as much as possible to always face Inspiration. From Rima's story, that Ilham really did not like anyone entering his private territory without his permission.

Moreover, this became a personal assistant that seemed sure to disturb the territory even his personal life. It was like a fawn that had to face a lion.

While if he refused, he did not have the heart and was not happy to see Fatma who pleaded like this. Wasn't this also his chance to repay this family's kindness to him all along.

While thinking, Yuana turned her eyes to Arief, Ilham's assistant who was always reliable as Mr. Hadi had been, must have been very familiar with the personality of Ilham. Seeing Arief nodding for sure, Yuana interprets that Arief guarantees everything will be fine.

Then look back at Ms. Fatma who was also still sparkling expectantly looking at him. Glancing timidly towards the top of the stairs where the room of Inspiration is located, usually ordinary, but why now the aura of horror is so visible as if to swallow it?

Ms. Fatma tightened her hand, channeling the warmth that spread to her heart. Giving strength to make the right decision for him, for the family, especially for Ilham.

"Good, Mom. Yuana will try."

A breath of relief was heard from Ms. Fatma and Arief.

Meanwhile, Ilham who had completed the ashar prayer walked towards the balcony. Looking down at the pavilion terrace, there was only Rima and Nabila who were flipping back their new shoes.

"He doesn't remember or care about his phone? You sloppy."

Because it was felt that Yuana would not appear, Ilham finally went back into the room. Take his own phone and lay his back on the bed.

Open the gallery menu and see a lot of photos that he secretly took while walking in the mall earlier. There are no pictures that show the face clearly. Ilham did deliberately walk a little slower, besides being guided by Nabila also because he wanted to make room and to know how close Yuana and her mother are.

"Well... She never looked at me at all, even when I was with her child," Ilham could only smile wryly realizing her current position in Yuana's eyes. It seemed like he had to work hard to get a Yuana to look at him.

While he was busy scrolling the phone screen, he was surprised by the sound of the phone on the nightstand. He sat up to see it.

Mas Arief

📞

Just look at the phone screen with the inscription Arief's name until the call voice stops. Not want him to lift it, let it be, there is a need for what Si Arief with Yuana.

"Will Arief marry me? Just get pissed off."

When Yuana's phone screen went off, Ilham pressed the power button. The calligraphy written on it.

"Al hubbu laa ya'rifu ayya qoonuun."

Repeat until the screen goes dark again. Pressing the power button. Read it again, over and over again.

A call came in, surprising him again. It looks like 'Mas Arief' again. Pressing and shifting the phone button to the left. Then open the nightstand drawer and insert the phone he holds with the screen facing down. Then close the drawer roughly.