Loving Or Loved?

Is that him?

POV Author

Each meeting always tells its own story, and the likes and sorrows that always accompany, all presented by God at the right time without us knowing. Because life is not always happy, sad and disappointed will be present add to the variety of colors. Doesn't sunlight need a raindrop to create a rainbow? Likewise with us who need sadness and disappointment in order to interpret the happiness that comes with the greatest gratitude.

This morning was exactly a month after Akbar and Qiana's wedding, everything still seemed fine even though the love that grew in the two had only just begun to grow. If likened to a plant of love both just grew, grow because they are accustomed and share with each other every day. The big change is certainly only felt by Qiana, because this is her first marriage. If the first time when he woke up he saw first was Dafa who slept beside him, now Akbar is the first he saw. Her attention and busyness are no longer about her person and Dafa, but increase with one person who is always present every day, yes she is Akbar her husband, her life friend.

Seeming okay does not mean their marriage is free from small debates, disagreements, differences

thinking, because they have also felt. But that is not a problem for both, because it is natural to happen in a relationship just how they react.

“Sayang... don't daydream pamali,” said Akbar who just entered his room after from his study.

“Astagfirullah Mas, ngagetin Qia. Hmmm, Qiana ndak daydreaming kok Mas only remembered with Bang Reza's message at that time.” Qiana answered while looking at her husband's face.

“What's the message, Until you daydream like this?” akbar asked as he spread his body beside his wife who had already laid under a thick blanket.

“Emh, message about wedding. He said, marriage is like uniting the love of each individual involved in it even though some of the married couples there are binding marriage without love, only capitalized comfort for example or marriage because of arranged marriage, for example, but when the two individuals lived it consciously and willingly accept the destiny that occurred and accept every deficiency and excess of the halal partner then sooner or later love will be present in both.  What if the Prophet's friend said about the destinies Mas, do you know I forgot hehe? Brother's message yesterday related the same thing,” replied Qiana who was ended by a question. Makes Akbar frown and think.

“Emh... what do you mean by this saying of Umar bin Khattab ‘My heart is calm knowing that what I miss will never be my destiny, and what is destined for me will never miss me’. Oh yes, I think that's exactly what you mean, because this is related,” said Akbar.

“Iya right Mas, those words. Sorry Mas before if there will be words that might hurt Mas. A week before our wedding a month ago, Brother also said gini to Qia. ‘Abang actually knows you don't love Akbar yet, but you're already getting comfortable with his presence especially with Dafa at your side. This is His destiny Qi, you have to think rationally later when you have married Akbar do not just drift too much in feelings that are still uncertain, because everything must be thought of carefully the causes and consequences. You must remember this ‘My heart is calm knowing that what missed me will never be my destiny, and what was destined for me will never be

missed me, so the essence of the presence of Dafa and Akbar in your life is His destiny that you must accept with a sense of awareness and airy chest because God knows better which will lead us in a sense of calm happiness. And for a taste in the past, you know she never saw you as a woman, she only saw you as her best friend and sister which means you've been missed by her.’ That's what Brother said,” Qiana said as she continued to stare at her husband's face looking at every expression of that handsome man lying by his side.

“Yes it is true what your brother said, then now does your feeling have changed Qi to me? Maybe it has risen in rank and if it is pleasing who is the man you used to love?” akbar asked as he rubbed Qiana's cheek with the back of his hand softly.

“Emh, since Qiana kissed Mas Akbar's hand for the first time during our wedding. Qiana already felt another feeling to Mas Akbar.” Qiana replied timidly.

“Serious darling?” asked Akbar with sparkling eyes.

“He…. Seriously…. Continues men who once admired Qia. Errata yes Mas because Qia was only amazed at that time, he was Tyo best friend of Qiana herself, it used to be his term monkey love Mas hehe.” Qiana replied again with a grin.

“Alhamdulillah, you already feel what Mas feel. Thank you for reciprocating Mas's feelings, and let's release the past yes Qi we focus with our steps forward to make our children happy.” Akbar said as he approached Qiana and pulled his wife's body in his warm embrace.

“It's a pity, yasudah now let's go to bed so that tomorrow is not bad luck praying dawn.” Bring Akbar.

The two fell asleep hugging each other, and began to be lulled with each other's sleeping flowers. Witing Trisno Jalaran Saka Kulina, this Javanese proverb may be very suitable for the lives of both of them who over time turned into love, a sense that becomes the fitrah of every human being.

In the next room was already asleep a handsome boy with his cheeks, yes he was Dafa. Already this week he learned to sleep alone in his room which was specially designed by Akbar with all the equipment nuanced red with cartoon images of Dafa's favorite car.

Since marriage, Qiana and Dafa have been living in Akbar's house and have let her house be occupied by Mang Didin and his small family for a while until Grandma Mira comes back to Bandung.

Tok.dok…. A knock from the tiny hand that landed all five fingers on the door that was still tightly closed.

“Ndaaa…. Father...” Shouted Dafa while knocking on the door of his parents' room.

Chequelek

“What's the matter dear?” qiana asked as she lifted up her son's body and brought him inside her room.

“Nda, want an ointment on the balcony. It's cooked, right?” dafa asked with his round eyes that kept staring fixedly at Qiana's face.

“already dong dear, Mother was after the dawn prayer will immediately cook at the friend of Dad, we continue to clean the body ya Bun so as not acemm kayak Dafa this.” Akbar replied as he grabbed Dafa's body from Qiana's sling and led her to the balcony of his room.

“Dafa want to eat the same what let Mommy takein, emh or want to take a shower first baby?” ask Qiana.

“Eat first Nda, same loti klat and lasa milk stobeli.” Dafa replied enthusiastically, while Qiana he was not focused on his son but his focus was diverted to the woman who was standing in front of the gate of his house.

“Mas, Mas Akbar what is it?” qiana asked with a worried tone.

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Thank you for reading.Good night and may you always be in His protection. Sorry if the up is long....