HUSBAND'S HEART

part 5 BAD FEELING

After bathing Nabila, Yuana invited her little daughter to sit in the front room, a room with a plain brown gold carpet and a minimalist black wooden table in the middle.

An ornament shelf hangs on one of the walls of the room, where Amar and Yuana put their cellphones and keys. There is a picture frame on display, showing a photo of Amar hugging the shoulder of Yuana who was carrying Nabila.

A voice said to Bu Marta calling Nabila, "Biiilaaa... lamaaang... see Oma Marta bring what is this?" Then appeared Ms. Marta while carrying a plastic bag.

"Oma Matta brought what?" reply Nabila welcome Miss Marta.

"Eh Bu Marta.please enter Ma'am," Yuana invites Bu Marta to enter the house.

"No need for Yuana. This is chicken porridge for Mr. Samuel, all for Nabila. Excuse me first yes.later sought after by father."

"Waaah..thank you, Miss Marta, so troublesome," said Yuana with condolences.

"No problem. If. eaten yes porridge."

"Still Omaa... iyya anti Bila abissin bubulna," said Nabila adorable.

After Bu Marta came home, soon Yuana fed Nabila with the chicken porridge before it became cold. Greedily Nabila ate and finished the porridge. Then the mother and child continued the activity again. Learning while playing, a term used by Yuana to teach Nabila a lot of things.

Currently Yuana accompanies her daughter to learn to paint using her tiny fingers. Activities that make Nabila eager to learn about color and train his motor movements.

Feeling the sensation of the texture of the flour solution that was dyed with food through the sense of touch on his palm, was very pleasant for him.

Especially when Yuana mixes two colors that produce different colors, Nabila's expression of amazement with round eyes and lips, is adorable.

"Wuuu... GREENU.." exclaimed Nabila half-squealed in excitement.

"Now if you know, if blue is mixed with yellow so what color?" yuana asked just to test the ability when distinguishing and mentioning colors.

"Hiii.. jauu." replied Nabila.

"Waah.

Yuana is very understanding, a little praise on a child who is learning, very good to increase the confidence of the child while raising the spirit of learning in his child.

klung.. klung.. klung.. klung.. klung... klung.. heard the notification sound of incoming messages from the phone.

´Assalamu´alaikum Darling.´

What else are you doing?´

´Nwhen is maem?´

Mas is now visiting an old friend's house at Golf Lake.´

Coincidentally earlier, ummah became a customer mas.´

In a row Amar sends chat messages through a green logo connecting application to Yuana. Activities that are always done every break from driving the taxi or every waiting for the order to enter.

Alaikumussalam Buya Bila.´ sent

'When you're painting your fingers, Buya. If pinter is. The results are great. Ntar Buya make the frame yaa 😉 ´ sent

´When maem donk. Alhamdulillah there is a rizki for Bila, was given chicken porridge with Bu Marta in front of the house.´ sent

This time Yuana replied to every message from Amar with the text of the message as well. Usually he answers with a direct phone or even a video call. Because he knows if Amar sends a message means that he is resting or there is no order.

For some reason at this time Yuana felt afraid to just call, what because she knew her husband was visiting people's homes or somehow. Clearly, in his chest there was a slight feeling of tightness and heaviness, like there was a bad feeling.

´is this a bad feeling. or.aah maybe I drink less after breakfast, ´ Inner Yuana.

When putting the phone back on the wall shelf, accidentally his hand nudged the picture frame. Fortunately Yuana can quickly catch the frame so it does not fall.

After returning the picture frame to its original place, he tried to comfort his heart by focusing on his daughter's activities. But the tightness and heaviness in his chest was still felt.

After completing the activity of playing finger print with her baby, Yuana also went to the kitchen to get drinking water. One full glass of warm water is immediately spent, hoping to reduce tightness in the chest, and put the clear glass back to the kitchen table.

When turning the body was about to return to the front, accidentally his hand nudged the glass and...

PYAAAR...

Yuana gasps at the sound of a broken glass falling onto the kitchen floor. The feeling of tightness and heaviness in the chest that he had just felt was getting more tight and pounding.

With trembling he picked up the broken glass, slowly and carefully put it in a clear plastic bag. Then it is swept away by fine flakes scattered around it and put in the same plastic bag. Tied tightly to the plastic so that no debris is scattered and placed on the trash can.

Fortunately Nabila was not so bothered by the sound of the glass breaking, so he remained seated on the living room carpet. Apparently he was engrossed in looking at the work of his finger print.

He seemed to smile and laugh a little. I don't know what he imagined when he saw the painting he produced.

Yuana sighed for a moment just to reduce the tightness in her chest, then blew it away slowly.

"If I were to smile to myself, is there anything funny about the painting?" sapa Yuana approached her daughter.

Seeing and accompanying the brown-haired little girl with a little curly at the edges of it, could always remove all the turmoil in her heart. Whatever the situation and conditions experienced by Yuana will definitely turn happy and feel calm if you look at the smile of the baby.

"Luk mama.. This is mama, this is mama, this is Bila," replied Nabila while pointing at his abstract painting. Yuana smiles knowing that her son is playing with her imagination.

"Waaah. Try the mother is told, in the painting When this, mother is just as much mommy again why try?" puji Yuana just appreciates Nabila's ability and tries to follow his imagination.

"This is mother. agi bitin tue. Tue mother nice, bila maaauu...," said Nabila half sulked while pointing at a picture that at a glance looks as if there are women seen from behind wearing a green hijab and there is a little circle of yellow color that is considered when as a cake.

Eeh.. Why If you so sulking ask for a cake. Yuana shook her head while smiling.

"Yes.. later in the afternoon we make cakes together, trus buya picture where?" yuana Sahut.

"This is mommy. Buya agi ciyang ama bila powder," pointed Nabila at a glance at the picture is indeed like two people are having fun wearing a pillow rather high.

The long one is blue mixed with a little red at the top and the shorter one is bright yellow. Two brownish circles as if two heads were leaning.

The rest are just abstract paintings that do not show any images. So that stands out is like showing a picture as imagined by Nabila.

"Why buya beldalah, Mother?" indicate Nabila in red above the blue color in the painting.

DEG... Why is this feeling coming back.

"O Allah, protect the husband of the servant, ease his jihad in making a living for us."

Yuana's soft voice, praying for her husband, hoped to slightly reduce the feeling of distress in her heart.