HUSBAND'S HEART

part 57 RED THREAD KNOT

The sunlight shone quite blisteringly and left a shadow extending eastward. The sign of the afternoon.

Some buggy cars seemed to mill around, some were about to return to the parking lot, some were just coming to take people who were about to play golf. Some people seem to be jogging. The activity on the golf course in the afternoon is always more crowded than in the morning.

Ms. Fatma stood on the porch looking at the car Nazriel was driving out of her yard until the car turned to comb the highway on the edge of the golf course area. After closing the gate perfectly, Mbok Sari approached Bu Fatma who was pensive looking at the expanse of a golf course.

"It seems like something is wrong between Ilham and Yuana. Is it possible, Mbok, Ilham deliberately did this to Yuana?"

"I don't dare to conclude, Mom."

"If Yuana's whereabouts here are a mistake, then this is entirely my fault, Mbok. If I'd rather call an ambulance than ask Amar to drive her to the hospital, maybe Amar is still alive, Yuana is living her life as normally as other young mothers. Had I not brought in and held Yuana in the pavilion, not forced her to be Ilham's assistant, she might have been fine..."

"Don't dream, Mom. Not okay. All are destiny lines from God, because what Mother Fatma did first, must be the best path that Mother chose at that time. Aye right?"

"I'm also worried about Ilham, Mbok. Does he have to be depressed because of another woman?"

"Just pray for the best, ma'am, we don't know what's really going on, do we?"

"Yes, you're right, Mbok. We don't know what's really going on."

And Ms. Fatma decided to enter the house, while Mbok Sari headed to the back pavilion.

Forty-five minutes passed, traffic was smooth with little congestion in some tourist areas, not felt by Yuana. Because along the way he and Nabila fell asleep quite soundly and just woke up when approaching the village gate.

Nazriel dropped them off in front of the house of Aminah's mother before proceeding to the new cafe he started to deliver the raw materials he had bought in the city.

Yuana hurriedly entered the house when Bu Aminah opened the door, while Nabila dropped herself on the living room sofa, still sleepy.

"Mom, Yuana has not yet prayed ashar" said Yuana as she dragged her suitcase in front of the room they always stayed in while staying.

"Young durung's mother, Nduk, wong adzan maeng, wong, wong, maeng, wan e lagek, dalan ngunu."

"Oh, yes," replied Yuana.

"Sholato's on, Nduk. Ibuk no-adus sek," Bu Aminah invited Yuana to pray first because he himself had to clean his body first.

Yuana finally went into the room. Yuana smiled looking around the room. Although his gaze still felt a little blurry, he knew that Bu Aminah was really very caring for this room. The room that Amar occupied since he was a teenager until marriage. Nothing has changed, the same furniture with not so much content. Everything is still clean and clean.

After putting the suitcase next to the wardrobe, Yuana sat herself on the edge of the bed. The rubbing of bed linen that he still remembered very well bought where.

When he was a newlywed, there were three difference neighbors who sold bed sheets for the credit system. Yuana takes three sheets, the time to be paid is paid in full, the seller does not want to accept on the grounds that he sells with a credit agreement paid three times, so does not receive cash.

Ah, how's Sofi's doing? Is it still selling credit systems?

Then Yuana stood up to open the wardrobe, to her surprise, all her clothes and Amar's clothes were neatly wrapped in plastic each stel, tucked in a small piece of paper stamped inside. It seems that Bu Aminah took him to the laundry, he remembered when he woke up at the end of the village that was passed on the trip earlier, there was a laundry business that seemed to have just opened. Because the last time he went to the village was still not there.

Soon he took out the prayer mat and the mucena wrapped in plastic as well, opening it and rolling it out in front of the closet. Then he went out to fetch some water in the bathroom, passing by Bu Aminah who was attacking ginger in the kitchen.

"Thank you, Mom. Still accepting Yuana in this house," Yuana sincerely told her mother-in-law.

"Hud sing bungah atine, Nduk. Yuana karo Nabila iku putune ibuk's. Jane wingi-wingi ibuk worry, Yuana wis moh muleh mrene maneh, mergo wis ganok Amar sing ngajak," said Bu Aminah while pouring ginger water into three cups.

After performing the ashar prayer, Yuana spent the ginger wedang already cold. Though when he brought a cup of ginger wedang to the room was still in a very hot state. Maybe because the air temperature in the cold village makes the wedang also cool quickly.

Yuana lay down on the bed because she still felt a little dizzy.

"Actually what medicine am I taking, why am I like this? But it tastes good, feels really real orange, so I finished it earlier. Did anyone put the medicine in the orange juice earlier? What was Mas Ilham's friend? Wh who? Why do the imagined face Mas Ilham, but I'm sure not Mas Ilham the culprit."

The more he thought about what was really happening to him, the more his head ached, finally he chose to close his eyes.

Meanwhile in the main house musholla, after the Ashar prayer, bowed in, Inspiration did not depart from his stupor.

Ms. Fatma who just finished her wirid, rubbed the shoulders of her favorite son.

Inspiration turned his head and dropped his head on the mother's lap, "Ummah..."

"What happened to Yuana? You're..."

"Eld."

"Edh? Edi Ratna's friend?" he answered Ilham's head nod, "was Ratna involved?"

"Ilham doesn't know, Ummah. It was clearly Ratna who had brought in security to secure Edi."

"What does Grace know? Earlier, you had to ngabari ummah if you want to pick up Ratna at the resort."

"Know, even Mas Rahmat helped Ilham find Yuana."

"Find it?"

"Yes, when Ilham was on stage, Yuana went to the toilet. But long time no return, finally Ilham search, but there is no one in the toilet. Then Ilham met Rahmat, and it turns out Yuana was almost harassed by Edi in the health room. I should've just killed him."

"Hush... It's still lucky Yuana's not getting anything done, don't add to the problem of getting bigger."

"Excuse Inspiration, Ummah," muttered Ilham while tightly grasping the hand of Ms. Fatma who was rubbing her head.

"Kasian Yuana, he must be in shock and traumatized right now."

"Is Yuana angry with Inspiration, Ummah?"

"No... Yuana just said for now can't get close to you. Do you guys have a problem?"

"What because Ilham said Yuana Ilham's future wife huh, Ummah. But Inspiration has explained the reason of Inspiration, Ummah, and he understands."

"Other than that?"

"Until just before that, it was fine."

"Then there should be no problem. Maybe because there is still the influence of the drug, so he has to keep your distance, hehe," said Ms. Fatma.

"Would Ilham really propose to Yuana huh, Ummah?"

"Are you ready to open your heart again? Ummah does not want to lose you for the umpteenth time, just because of a broken heart. You're too precious just to be heartbroken, Haaam."

"Well, remember that little girl who fell down while playing the reeds?"

"Ah... Your monkey's love? How can the ummah remember, you only play secret, do not introduce it to the ummah."

"He was actually the first love of Inspiration, Ummah, until now will not change. Whatever I'll do as long as he's happy."

"Including seeing her happy with someone else?" mrs Fatma asked, because she knew that Ilham's first love was married even before Ilham expressed his feelings and enough to damage his son's heart.

"As long as he's happy."

Ms. Fatma heard Ilham's answer with a smile and nodded in her lap.

What exactly do you feel, son. You can still smile in your sadness. Is that how you feel about that girl? If it is, why did not tell the ummah, ummah even willing to kneel to him, propose to him for you, son. I wonder who that girl is, what her life is now.

"Yuana" murmured Ilham.

"Huh?"

"That little girl is Yuana," muttered Ilham again as he lowered his forehead to Bu Fatma's stomach and one hand hugged her mother's waist tightly.

Instantly all seemed to revolve in the view of Ms. Fatma, a roll of film appeared to run showing the travel fragments of Ilham's adolescence while still living in the village. The friendship between Ilham and Amar is inseparable. Amar who always accompanied Kyai Marzuki who filled the briefing at the nearest mosque and Abah Haikal who often took Ilham Sowan to the boarding school of the kyai.

Inspiration is always cheerful and optimistic, despite the pressure of the father to learn to be a successor to the company.

The inspiration that always sparkles when meeting Amar makes a mother's heart feel calm, because the favorite child who is not easy to get along with his age has a friend who always supports him.

Since the Haikal family's move, Amar never showed up again. Reportedly he worked in a garment and Ilham went to study abroad.

Inspiration is still full of enthusiasm when remodeling the house next door into a very beautiful garden. Bring in professional architects and actively monitor every detail of making the park even from abroad.

The gift for the future wife should be the maximum he said. But everything suddenly changed just when the beautiful garden was finished.

Inspiration turns into apathy and behaves as he pleases, hard to contact. The beautiful garden is not managed and becomes an arid garden that looks gripping if night falls.

Stupidity for stupidity alternately done Ilham makes his health disturbed to damage his own body.

Until Ms. Fatma was reunited with Amar, an online taxi driver who was booked by her at the airport. And find the Inspiration that almost died if not immediately get help.

Amar´s... Yuana... Brainstorm...

"I'm sorry... Forgive me, dear. Sorry ummah has brought Yuana into this house. Ummah doesn't know that the decision of the ummah will hurt your heart, son."

Ms. Fatma was stunned, aware of the possibility of Ilham's heartache every time she saw Yuana. His son must have held back his feelings and showed everything was fine, even willing to love Nabila which incidentally is the result of betrayal of his heart with his own best friend.

"No, Ummah. Inspiration was precisely grateful because Ummah had held Yuana here. So Ilham could one day make sure that Yuana would live in happiness."

"But he once betrayed you, son. Can you accept that?"

Inspiration arose and sat facing her mother. Grabbed his mother's hands and held her tightly.

"Yuana never betrays Inspiration, Ummah. Yuana did not even know the feeling of Inspiration all this time to her. In the past Ilham never even introduced himself to Ilham. Inspiration is too cowardly, Ummah. Inspiration is too naive."

The more heartache of Ms. Fatma, knowing that her son who is the prospective daughter-in-law of some relatives and colleagues actually spent his life loving in silence. It's ironic, isn't it?

With a sad look and a gentle rub, Ilham wiped the tears of Bu Fatma flowing down her cheeks.

"Ummah... Inspiration wants to make Yuana happy. Does Ummah approve?"

"Are you sure?"

"Ilham sure, Ummah. Very sure."

"Are you sure too, Yuana wants to open her heart to you?"

"Ilham was sure, Ilham could open Yuana's heart to Inspiration."

"Is there anything you need to help?"

"Give Inspiration prayer and blessing, that is all that Inspiration expects from Ummah. In addition, God willing Inspiration certainly can."

"Fight, Son. Ummah will always give you prayers and blessings."

"Thank you, Ummah," Ilham grabbed both hands of Ms. Fatma and kissed her reverently.

While Yuana opened her eyes.

Sleeping for a moment makes his headache reduced. Staring at the ceiling of the room as the goal was listening to the conversation of Bu Aminah, Nazriel and Nabila in the middle room, in front of the room he occupied now.

"Wes ayu," said Bu Aminah after combing and putting a clip in Nabila's hair, "dang invited dolan kunu, slimurno ayu iki boy, mbakmu ben iso rest sniffed."

"A ready? We let's go!"

"Where are we going, Om Acil?"

"We're going to the bude house, see the little cow?"

"Sapine wes aren't born, Riel?"

"Sorry, Mom."

"Now... Want... Yeay look at the baby cow," exclaimed Nabila whose voice had been heard further and further. Looks like Nazriel took Nabila out of the house.

Yuana took a deep breath, she was grateful that Nabila was not fussy about being taken to the village. It still takes time to recover and calm down.

Yuana accidentally saw a wooden box on top of the wardrobe, located at the back of the closet with a wall. Why is there a wooden box up there? Why does he never know? Does it belong to Amar?

Out of curiosity, he got out of bed and tried to reach the box by riding a small stool.

Carefully, she took down the wooden box and placed it on the dresser. Taking a piece of wet tissue inside his backpack to clean the dusty surface of the wooden box.

The box was opened slowly, which turned out to contain two photo albums and a large brown envelope with a knot of red thread.