HUSBAND'S HEART

part 46 ADAPTATION

Inspiration has resigned about Yuana who will know the weakest side of her life. So when Arief laid down and opened and explained the cooperation document that contained the appointment of Yuana as a personal assistant and everything related to it, including the explanation of the job description, Ilham just silently watched.

He only sighed when he knew the details of the job description read by Arief. On drugs, it's still okay. About food, huh, isn't it excessive? The doctor said there was no obstruction.

They are currently in the workspace of Ilham which is next to the living room. Inspiration sits in his work chair with his legs propped under the table, his left foot resting on his right foot. He shook his legs until the chair he was sitting on turned to the right and to the left. The two hands are intertwined in front of the chest with both elbows resting on the armrest of the chair.

Across there is a set of sofas that are limited in distance along the bookshelf. A single sofa next to a bookcase and a long sofa right opposite Ilham sat down now.

Arief sat on the single sofa while Yuana sat in the middle of the long sofa. Ms. Fatma did not join this time, reasoned tired and handed everything to Arief. He also signed a signature on the document as chairman of the commissioner. Indicates that the responsibility of Yuana's duty is directly to Ms. Fatma not to Ilham. Yuana straightened her body when she saw Bu Fatma's signature.

Then when discussing the details of Ilham's health protocol if outside the house, Yuana shifted her seat to the edge of the sofa closer to Arief. The goal is to be able to read with details. The equally forward leaning body makes both such a very close and familiar.

Suddenly Ilham could not hear the conversation of the two, as if hot smoke circled his body. Just a rumble from inside his chest.

Inspiration is only able to grip until the tips of his fingers turn white. His gaze only focused on Yuana who looked solemnly reading and discussing the documents with an occasional smile and laugh.

Then look at Yuana's hand which is stalling beautifully towards Arief, receiving the pen from Arief's hand and inserting it into the paper document earlier. Inspiration can no longer stand it.

Brakk!

"Are you guys dating, huh?!"

Of course Yuana and Arief were shocked by the attitude of Inspiration, let alone getting such an accusation.

"Why silence? So right, you deliberately put Yuana into my personal assistant to always be close to you," found Arief who was silent did not deny, making Ilham grow furious and bad-minded.

Ilham pulled out the phone from the left pocket of his pants, opened the screen and scrolled the notification screen and read it.

"Seventeen missed calls, from last night until this morning. That way you miss Yuana, Rief?"

Arief who had not thought at all that Ilham was holding onto Yuana's mobile phone which he had lost yesterday, and was surprised by the attitude of Ilham who suddenly accused him, making him unable to think clearly. He was silent thinking about what really happened. Loading.

But Yuana who saw Ilham carrying his mobile phone, spontaneously stood up and ran towards Ilham. Trying to get the phone out of the hands of Ilham.

"So Mas Ilham took my hape. Where, kemutin!"

Arief who was beginning to realize the situation could only shake his head. He immediately tidied up the documents, stuffed them into his briefcase, leaving behind a single document that Yuana had to hold.

"I'm sorry... Excuse me first, because there is a meeting that I have to attend," said Arief left the room without closing the door accompanied by gazes from Yuana and Ilham.

"Well, why did Mas Arief go anyway. Where my hape is still held by Mas Ilham, "inner Yuana.

"Huh, just self-conscious Si Arief," Inspiration also cursed in his mind.

Seeing Arief's departure made Ilham a little off guard, the phone in his hand was successfully reached by Yuana. Reflexes to reclaim but the phone has been held perfectly in the hands of Yuana, as a result that achieved by Ilham is precisely the hands of Yuana. Thumping tight in the chest followed by a smooth twitch in the upper part of his heart, feeling the delicate and soft skin of the hand.

Yuana found a different look in her eyes from Ilham. Not wanting anything to happen in his heart, he immediately pulled his hand and returned to the sofa, taking the documents that Arief left for him.

"I work from tomorrow, I'll learn first" Yuana said, waving the documents in her hand and quickly exiting Ilham's study.

Inspiration rubbed his face in frustration, all this chaos as a result of his own stupidity. Everything he designed in his imagination when a teenager just like that. The beautiful dream that he had knitted since meeting the little girl named Yuana should he bury because of his stupidity.

And now that he meets Yuana again, is he worth it to knit dreams again? While his life is not perfect anymore, even to just hope for a long life he does not dare. A year, two years, five years, ten years?

With a limp Ilham sat back in his chair. Reflecting on the many things that happened to his life to get to the point now. He felt the scars of the operation on his stomach.

Twice was on the verge of death, comatose from a psychotropic overdose, and developed liver cirrhosis due to excessive alcohol consumption. It all happened because of his stupidity.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

He repeatedly cursed himself. But then he realized, that all could not be separated from God's destiny. All the causes he experienced were sunnatullah. Every mistake has consequences to bear.

"Astaghfirullahal'adziim wa atuubu ilaih, astaghfirullahal'adzim wa atuubu ilaih, astaghfirullahal'adzim wa atuubu ilaih..."

I ask forgiveness from Allah, the Most High, and I repent to Him.

No tears dripped and melted down her cheeks. He slid his face to the table with both arms. He continued to pray for forgiveness from the Almighty.

Meanwhile in the pavilion.

Yuana who returned to the pavilion alone because Nabila was busy playing composing blocks, sitting herself on the sofa. Then he opened the screen of the mobile phone that he finally held again. He opened a search page and searched for information about liver transplants.

Previously he had only heard at a glance about the condition of Inspiration and he was not at all interested in finding out further. But now when he is asked to be a personal assistant for Inspiration related to the pattern of life that must be lived Ilham, then inevitably he must study it carefully.

Much of what he got from reading various articles related to liver transplantation. Starting from the cause, the implementation procedure, about donors and recipients, treatment and lifestyle after surgery, as well as various testimonials of people who successfully undergo liver transplant surgery.

Read carefully about the lifestyle and dietary changes needed after a liver transplant and then synchronize with the list compiled by Arief in the contract documents he holds now.

"Oh Allah, have great pity. Give her strength and patience. It is fitting that Ms. Fatma insisted on finding a personal assistant for Mas Ilham, it turns out that the survival of Mas Ilham is key in her discipline to maintain the pattern of life."

He wastes away the annoyance, annoyance, fear and shame on the Inspiration he felt yesterday.

Time passed, a week, two weeks, a period of adaptation for Yuana and Ilham to harmonize his new habits. Yuana feels like she has a second child, who desperately needs attention in terms of discipline.

The first child is Nabila who really needs guidance like children his age, while the second child is Ilham, who needs to always be reminded when to take medicine, when to rest, and when to take a break, what food can you eat and so on.

Assuming she has two children, Yuana feels her burden is slightly reduced. When Inspiration vigorously teases him, or when Inspiration sulks and troubles him, or even when Inspiration just plates into submissive children. All lived Yuana with a light heart, as he faced Nabila all this time.

"If the soup has run out, the medicine should not forget to drink yes, Mr. Ilham," wanti-wanti Yuana while putting a small table that has three medicinal tablets on it.

"Call me again, the medicine I'm not taking. Your boss is Ms. Fatma, not me" said Ilham flatly but sounding a little sloppy.

"Well, Mas Ilham, do not forget to take the medicine. Rest for at least half an hour before resuming work again, excuse me," Yuana replied patiently and accompanied by a sweet smile.

Or the...

When Ilham was about to take another banana fritters his favorite rhizomes, the plate containing the fried banana was taken by Yuana and kept out of Ilham's reach.

"One more yes, Mother. Please..." Ilham put on a hearty face while cupping his palms, begging for Yuana's kindness, mimicking the trick used by Nabila when he was begging for something.

"Just two, son. It was excess oil," replied Yuana casually, because Ilham had promised to take only two.

Annisa to look up to see the drama of the fried banana. How Yuana calls an Inspiration by the word "Son" without making Inspiration offended or angry.

It wasn't easy for both of them at first. Yuana who suddenly has to manage and control the life of an adult man she just met and Ilham who takes pains to suppress her feelings for Yuana who is always in front of her eyes in her daily life.

But over time, everything seems normal to both of them. They deserve brothers who are always inseparable compact, while still heeding that they are not mahrom. Yuana accompanies Ilham from breakfast to dinner, while still living her own life as before.

There are times when Inspiration has to go out of the house, either for business or just a walk to eliminate saturation. So Yuana was always attentive to whatever Ilham did.

And he must ensure that Ilham does not carelessly touch objects around him, or shake hands with others, routinely change the medical mask he wears and always wash his hands and wear a hand sanitizer.

Sometimes Yuana also had to take turns driving a car, because Ilham did not have a driver. There used to be Arief who would take Ilham anywhere, whereas now had to share the task, Arief who focused on factory supervision.

"Why are you willing to become a garden keeper even a personal assistant like today, is not being a designer is your goal? A stepping stone that is very disconnected," asked Ilham one day when he was driving his car after attending the opening invitation of UMKM Expo in the provincial capital.

Yuana did not expect Ilham to ask that.

"I don't know why, Mom. Destiny brought me here. It all happened suddenly without me being able to dodge," Yuana replied softly.

Ilham who occasionally glanced at Yuana caught the sadness of Yuana's expression when answering her question earlier, and he regretted asking.

"Oh yeah, you like to design bags huh," Ilham tried to shift the conversation.

"Yes, Mas. How do you know Ilham?" yuana Sahut with a beaming.

He did not realize that during their visit, Yuana was the most enthusiastic along the stand for MSME expo participants. Yuana also interacts more with them than Ilham as invited.

While Ilham was busy paying attention to Yuana, catching a twinkle in Yuana's eyes every look at the products on display, especially when looking at bags that were unique and fairly new models. It was there that Inspiration understood where Yuana's true passion was.

Yuana picks up and opens her sketchbook when Ilham pulls the car over to a closed shop page. The plan will indeed change drivers, according to the agreement should not drive more than thirty minutes.

"Try Mas Ilham see, my sketches, good no?"

Ilham got out of the car and walked to the left side, asking Yuana to move to the driver's seat. Then he sat down after receiving the sketchbook proffered to him.

He opened sheet by sheet of paper with various kinds of Yuana's stringed bag models.

"Hows it? Nice no?" yuana repeated when she was perfectly seated on the driver's bench.

"Well, why not just try to produce it?"

"That's Yuana's plan with Annisa, Mas. Waiting for the factory renovation first. Yes, although it is still a small scale first, but it will need a comfortable place as well, Mas."

"If so, before we go home we stop by your factory first. Who knows, I can help" Ilham said with a smile looking at Yuana.

"Mas Ilham is not tired?"

"Later when it's up, get up" said Ilham while lowering the position of the backrest and lay down his back and close his eyes with his arms.

"Don't be dumb, street-fight!" unequivocally Ilham maaih with the same position.

Yuana can only snort because she knows that authoritarian mode is already installed, meaning that it can no longer be denied. He turned on the starter and immediately drove the car to the factory which he estimated took him more than thirty minutes to get there.

Just a few minutes into the vehicle, a smooth snoring sounded from beside Yuana. Inspiration is really asleep.