Kun Fayakun's

Grief

The most difficult thing is when we have to pretend to be strong when in our own hearts we are struggling to express sadness.

The atmosphere of the night was very soothing, the wind gusts danced beautifully. The sighing still sounded beeping piercing life.

"Honey aren't you asleep?" kahfi asked when she found Zeva who was still sitting on the side of her bed.

"Yes, it's gonna be a minute"

Kahfi chose to sit next to Zeva. Silence enveloped both. It was still quiet as if no one wanted to start the conversation, until Kahfi's voice broke the silence.

"Why are you so moody again?" tanyanya while looking at the face of Zeva who was staring straight ahead.

"Ze comes another month mas" he replied wryly, his eyes beginning to glaze over.

"Hemmmm, it's no problem" Kahfi said as she pulled Zeva's body into her arms.

"It would be futile to try the pregnancy program Ze has been following for almost three months. Baby Ahzam has also grown bigger, hah he is very adorable, not" said Zeva while removing Kahfi's embrace.

"Klara too, her pregnancy has almost entered four months. Still remembered how troublesome Lena was when she asked him to make food at Ze's cafe, then the food he did not eat" Zeva laughed bitterly as she recalled those times.

Where that day Klara in the name of her nyidam to trouble Lena by making food that she likes, but after the food presented she did not eat it at all.

"Hahhah when that time, when seeing the disappointed face Lena very adorable. Never mind later if when Klara's child is born surely he will be very annoying like his mother" Zeva continued to speak as if to divert her sadness.

But it cannot be denied, when his lips expressed laughter but his heart did not match. The tail of his eyes seemed to start to be moistened by the clear liquid. Miris right? zeva wants to have children so she always feels sad about it.

"Have not been followed by Ze" said Kahfi lirih. The size? so Kahfi shed her tears.

Kahfi held Zeva's shoulder to face him, besides that for his wife to stop, he said, "Honey" Pinta Kahfi for the umpteenth time.

"But when does Ze have that happiness?" it is undeniable that Zeva is fighting.

Had enough. It was time to stop pretending. His shoulders were tired of bearing all the burdens of sorrow. Like a glass that does look strong if viewed from a distance, but try to see it up close then we will find the point of its completion.

"Don't look like this Ze!" kahfi.

Although Zeva's tears had spilled over her face but she was still loyal to talk "Mas why cry? is that semiris Ze in the eyes of a mas?" zeva asked while looking at Kahfi.

"Don't do this, Ze. Do not hold on to sadness alone for too long. Share, I'm always here. Child problems? mas no matter whether one year or even ten years mas will wait for the time when we will have a child" Kahfi embraced Zeva.

I want it to feel like Zeva is struggling, but what power it is as if it means nothing "Don't torture yourself, don't burden your mind just because of this problem. We leave everything to God" Kahfi continued to pacify Zeva.

Zeva just dissolved in the warmth of her husband's embrace. Long time even very long Kahfi catapulted every sentence of tranquility.

"Not crying. From now on please, Ze never again discuss the issue of when to get pregnant or anything else. Mas pokonya does not want to know never discuss it again" said Kahfi with a soft tone but full of assertiveness.

"Here you sleep, don't cry anymore" Kahfi got up and fixed the pillow in bed "Let's lie down" Kahfi led Zeva's body to lie on the bed.

Zepa only complied, so did Kahfi he also laid his body beside Zeva. Both of them remained silent for a long time without any more words. Until Kahfi faced Zeva. He thought the girl was asleep, but she wasn't. Zeva was still a henchman looking at the sky of her room while remaining silent.

"Why haven't you slept?" kahfi asked as she propped her head towards Zeva.

"Can't sleep Mas" said Zeva innocently.

Kahfi broke two pillows by stacking them together, marginalizing the bolsters to make the place wider in the "Come here" bed, Kahfi told Zeva.

Kahfi patted the place beside him. Zeva simply obeyed by shifting and lying closer to her husband "Let's sleep mas will read Surah Al-Mulk"

Kahfi stroked Zeva's head and began reading the basmalah as the opening of the surah she was about to read.

"*Bismillahirahmaannirahim"

"Tabarakallazi biyadihil-mulku wa huwa'ala kulli syai'ing qadir"

"Alazi khalaqal-mauta wal-hayata liyabluwakum ayyukum ahsanu'amala, wa huwal-azizul-gafur*"

The reading of Al-Mulk from Kahfi is very interesting, melodious flow slowly. Slowly, Zeva's eyes began to dim. The tiny eyelids began to close. The sighing of Zeva sounded regularly.

Only until the third verse did Zeva completely close her eyes and dissolve into the dream world. Kahfi finished reading. He looked at Zeva's shady face.

The face is very cheerful, but behind it stored a lot of burden of mind. Kahfi rubbed Zeva's cheek gently and landed a kiss on her forehead. After that he also poured his body while hugging his wife he dissolved into the dream world.

Kahfi hoped that the next morning when he woke up then all the burden of Zeva's mind would be lost with the change of day.

..

In the morning Kahfi prayed at dawn without waking Zeva. He let Zeva sleep, after all he knew that his wife was taking her prayer break.

After the completion of the prayer, Umi held back Kahfi who wanted to return to his room "Fi" panghil umi.

"Yeah?"

"Ze doesn't pray son?" and is called by Kahfi "Your wife is sick? how come he hasn't woken up at this hour?" ask Umi.

"Mi" Kahfi lowered his head for a moment. Umi understands what happens when her son is like this.

"Tell me if you want to and don't tell me if you don't want to. If there is a problem with your relationship and your wife is better solved well, son" said Umi while rubbing the shoulders of his youngest son.

"Mi last night Ze cried, he cried again about her who was not yet pregnant" said Kahfi while staring at Umi.

Kahfi told me everything that happened last night. About Zeva's grief and her hopes.

"You are patient, my son. Emm from now on will tell others that no one will ever talk about when Zeva will get pregnant. We will avoid things that will make your wife sad.

The point is you always support your wife. Umi knows what it's like to be in your wife's position. Always entertain your wife" said Umi.

Umi continued to give advice to Kahfi. Abi is the same as Umi. This firm figure is very warm when advising her children.

Since retirement abi and umi are getting closer to Zeva. Because they often spend time together.

"Look at your wife. Umi will make breakfast with bi Nani" pinta Umi to Kahfi.

"Thank you for the advice" Kahfi embraced Umi.

This mighty woman in front of him was very understanding of every problem of her children. Very warm middle-aged woman.

Kahfi returned to his room. When he entered he found his wife wearing his hijab. Maybe he took a shower as he thought.

"It's very fragrant" Kahfi said as he grabbed his wife from behind.

Kahfi put his head on Zeva's neck. One complaint Kahfi had about Zeva. His wife is so tiny. His height which is only limited to his chest makes him have to bend extra in order to hug his wife.

"Masses. Weight huh, Ze want to go down must be umi again bothered in the kitchen. Why not wake up Ze anyway?" zeva complained in succession.

"Umi don't bother. Said her ex-humi was told to help her husband in the room"

"Help what? why did we have to help Ze Bantuin?"

"Nothing"

"Mas is unclear. I was careful first Ze want to dry clothes dal*m that Ze was washing earlier" Zeva released her husband's embrace.

"Zee mas still wants to hug this"

Ah-there's just a big baby Zeva starts whining asking for the strange thing "Udah ya" pinta Zeva while she hugs her husband "Ze wants to hang up Ze's laundry first" he continued and went down.

There is happiness in Kahfi's heart. Here's Zeva. If at night he is sad to eat next he will forget his sadness.

Zeva is the kind of person who is good at hiding her sadness. Women who do not want much, do not want to complain but always sad if she does not go pregnant.

The problem with their household was the presence of a baby whom God had not given.

Ikhtiar, trust does not escape from millions of prayers are always held so that one day it can be worshiped by the owner of life.