I Hold Asa And Love In Prayer

Heartbreaking

Risda pursued the steps of the husband who entered their room. It looked as if the man was wearing a jacket, without looking at his wife who had just followed.

'' Bang, '' call Risda lirih. Nuril turned her head and smiled despite being forced. The man cupped his wife's face with both hands. Looking at the woman's sad face. Then he took his wife in his arms.

'' Sorry mom bang,'' said Risda who knew if her husband was offended for what his mother did.

''It's okay, '' said Nuril while gently rubbing the wife's back.

''Abang no need, brother came out first for a while yes, Nuril's permission, Risda nodded in her husband's arms.

'' Brother went first, '' said Nuril, then kissed his wife's forehead and passed without waiting for his wife to greet him.

Risda was stunned, her tongue felt cloudy when she realized her husband did not even say hello. Her heart broke, shed tears without excuse. The woman was stunned in a voiceless cry, her palms covering her sobbing mouth. She knew her husband was disappointed.

While Nuril in the confusion of his mind, driving indeterminate direction. His mind floated on the concern of the heart that was curbing his mind. He felt so petty, small and worthless.

Nuril stopped the speed of his motorbike on the banks of the river that looked deserted. The man went down the slightly steep road. Until he was on a big rock, sitting himself staring at the reflection of himself from the water.

It was as if the man's jaw was hardened, a sense of insecurity appeared for a moment. Nuril closed his eyes, enjoying the whirring of the wind. Delivering cool air greeting on the surface of his skin.

'' Athaghfirullah hal'adzim,'' Istighfar's chants continue to be spoken from Nuril's lips. Trying to calm a restless heart and hurt self-esteem.

'' O Allah, forgive me O Allah, '' Nuril said as he looked up, looking up at the sky that looked bright with the light of the sun . Thin white clouds, marching in the direction of the wind. Nuril inhaled a deep breath, calming her turbulent mind devoured by anger.

'' Athaghfirullah, '' again he has the distinction of mentioning the asthma of Allah. I hope that his anger and disappointment will come from within.

Long enough the man remained silent, sitting on the big rock. Contemplating, trying to make peace with an ego that continues to be turbulent. Feeling underestimated and unthinkable. Isn't that a form of self-importance ?. That his subconscious does not accept it because he also feels capable ?. Isn't that a denial of fortune ?, when he doesn't receive a gift from his mother-in-law. Is not the path of fortune we do not know where it comes from. It is possible that the fortune of Allah for her was left to her in-laws, and came to her in the form of that gift.

Disdained sense because he has not been able, but not necessarily the intent of the in-laws. If so, isn't that their business with their Lord ?.

Nuril got up from where she was sitting, standing with two palms in her pants pocket. Staring at the water flowing under his feet. Looks clear and cool the eyes. Nuril smiled alone. Laughing at such a shallow heart incited anger.

He went up from there, up the riverbank. Back on the bike. His feeling is a little calm. Sincerely, it should be the taste that he instilled in the heart. On whatever basis you mean he should be able to accept.

Nuril rode her motorcycle back home. The man tried to stretch his chest. Accepting, eliminating the incitement of anger that actually further submerged himself in a pit full of disappointment.

'' Assalamualaikum ''' Nuril said hello while entering the house that was not in the door lock. There is no word from the wife. Nuril stepped inwards.

'' Deck ''!," call Nuril , but there is no word. Arriving in the middle room was not found his wife.

Risda looked curled up on the bed. Nuril stepped closer to his wife. His heart pinched, looking at the dried up tears on Risda's cheeks. Nuril rubbed his wife's face slowly. Then he crouched down, standing with his knees right in front of Risda's face. The man stroked her female hair gently.

'' Am sorry brother deck, '' said Nuril, the man's gaze could not be separated from the wife's sleeping face. He kissed his wife with love. Because of her ego, she had made her woman sad. Nuril lay his head beside his wife with his body sitting on the floor. Looked at the sleeping face in front of him.

It did not feel like the man was drowning in dreamland. With one hand holding the wife's palm.

Iandang Adzan Dzuhur woke Risda from her sleep. His hands feel heavy. The woman opened her eyes and found her husband clasped in her hands.

Risda rubbed her husband's hair gently, but made the man sleep disturbed. Nuril blinked her eyes, adjusting her vision until her eyes fell on the sad face that was staring at her.

'' Honey, have you woken up?, '' asked Nuril to smile gently at his wife who actually returned crying without a sound. Nuril wiped his wife's tears with her thumb.

'' Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh dear, I'm sorry brother ya said Nuril as she grabbed Risda's hand and kissed her. Risda is getting sobbing.

'' Maafin Risda bang ''' Risda's voice sounded hoarse. Nuril smiled, the man climbed onto the bed. Hugging his wife's body, carrying the wife's head leaning against his chest.

'' Adek is not wrong, just branch that is too high-hearted. You should be able to accept with an open mind, you mean you must be good. My brother is too arrogant. Sorry brother yes, '' said Nuril softly. He kissed his wife's head many times. With his hands unceasingly rubbed gently on Risda's back. Risda's sobbing voice began to subside. Nuril clenched tightly onto the body for a while.

'' Thank you bang, '' said Risda who gave her husband a little distance. Looking up at the handsome face that could always give him comfort.

'' Together, just consider this the fortune of God given to us through mother. Sorry yes brother had a narrow mind, continued Nuril while tidying up Risda's hair.

The woman smiled in relief, advancing her face and giving a sweet kiss on her lips.

'' Risda dear brother, said Risda, Nuril pinched his wife's nose.

'' Brother loves Adek more Adek, '' replied Nuril. The two hugged tightly on the bed. No matter the heat out there.

The voice of Adzan Dzuhur began to quiet. Nuril released a hug on the wife's body.

'' Pray first yuk dek!," the man asked while getting up from his bed.

'' Yes bang, '' answered Risda who got up from the bed. Both of them went out of the room to take ablution and perform the mandatory worship of four rakaats during the day.

Pray together, surrender to every destiny set by the Divine. Begging for the strength to be able to pass every test God has given them. In the end, there is no better place to surrender than to the creator.