METAPHOR OF YOUNG LEGISLATOR LOVE

Secrets of the Phisha

That morning, Hengky did not find Fisha's face when she first opened her eyes as usual. He tried to circulate his gaze to the entire corner of the space, the result was nil. He doesn't get his wife's face anywhere.

Until when finally Hengky realized where he was now, the turmoil of love in his heart suddenly deflected. It turned out that enough to raise his head, the face of the wife he loved he could catch so close.

Yes, it turns out that all night Hengky fell asleep on Fisha's lap. That means, Hengky has let his beautiful wife all night awake, or when sleeping can be sure that he survives in a sitting position and resuscitated his head.

Slowly, Hengky moved and slightly lifted his wife's body, then justified his position until he could fall asleep more comfortably. He saw his wife's face fixed, then Hengky began to smell every inch of the beautiful face without anyone being missed.

"Sorry to worry you, Fisha. I shouldn't have been this fragile. I should have been a strong man who could protect you and protect my mother. Aren't I the only man you have?" hengky murmured in the heart.

Hengky rushed to the bathroom to clean up. Fifteen minutes later, Hengky came out already with a face so fresh. He glanced at the bed to make sure his wife did not budge from her place, but Fisha was no longer there.

"Darling," called Hengky as soon as his net caught the shadow he was looking for.

Apparently Fisha had woken up and was now at Hengky's desk, complete with a laptop that had been lit.

"Mas, how did you sleep last night? Does sound good?" Fisha stopped her activities for a while and looked towards Hengky who was walking towards her.

"What are you doing? Why even mess with that laptop? You better sleep, because last night you kept me from sleeping comfortably, "Hengky immediately took over the laptop, closed it and kept the sophisticated object away from the face of Fisha.

"Fisha wants to pray, Mas. Instead of waiting for Mas Hengky in the old bathroom, Fisha thought to open the final task of Fisha who had been abandoned for so long," sahut Fisha while rushing to take ablution water so that she can pray together with her husband.

They also immediately prayed. Finished saying the second greeting, Hengky turned his body so that Fisha could kiss the back of his hand. After that, Hengky again faced the Qibla and they recited the do'a.

There was Isaac on the sidelines of the do'a that Fisha said. His eyes were wet, before the puddles in them spilled. The death of her father-in-law reminded her of the death of her mother and father, which made Fisha really live a kara if Hengky did not marry her. Yes, the sudden marriage that Fisha was convinced that her husband, whom she now loved, was only marrying her because she was forced to. Is that love in her husband's heart? No one knows. Yang Fisha knew, every time Hengky asked for her right as a husband and enjoyed her body without Fisha knowing her husband's true feelings. Until that doubt always appears suddenly, especially every Fisha heard her husband talk about the figure of the woman he had ever adored.

"Honey," call Hengky, as soon as Fisha ends her prayer. It turned out that her husband had already noticed Fisha as soon as Isak's crying caught his hearing Indra.

Fisha immediately wiped away the rest of her tears quickly, and instantly forced an arch on her lips.

"I promise I won't be sad anymore, for you and my mom. So I beg you, remove your tears as well, and throw away all that sadness, "Hengky grabbed onto Fisha's hand, then clasped her tightly and kissed her.

Fisha simply nodded slowly, with a smile that still looked forced.

"Do you remember your parents?" Hengky who could catch still there was sadness in his wife's heart, immediately invited her to stand and sit on their bed, after Hengky helped Fisha take off and tidied her face.

"I'm sorry, Fisha didn't mean to add to Mas Hengky's burden," Fisha looked down deeply. She could not possibly have said the turmoil in her heart at a time when her husband was still mourning Mr. Atmaja's death.

"Is there something you're hiding, honey?" Hengky.

Fisha shook her head, but her attitude and eyes continued to speak without any words.

"Dear,"

"Fisha's fine, Mas," Fisha lied again.

"Well, you take a shower first, let your body feel fresh. Okay?" Hengky ruffled Fisha's hair with affection.

There is no rejection. Fisha chose to do what her husband said.

As soon as Fisha entered to clean up, Hengky moved to the work desk that Fisha had occupied for a moment. He started to open the laptop that he had closed without him turning it off first, so that when he turned it on again, he could catch what Fisha wrote and do with the sophisticated object.

Fisha always expressed her heart through writing. This is known to Hengky, when Hengky accidentally found a novel published online, which turned out to be the work of his favorite wife. From there Hengky knew, that the story of his life he poured there.

And it turned out to be true. As soon as the laptop in front of him turned back on, Hengky found a file titled my diary that was still open.

"This is what you were doing earlier, Fisha," said Hengky as he moved the file to his phone. After the file was copied, Hengky immediately turned off the laptop back.

Ten minutes later, Fisha came out in the bathrobe she was wearing. Her long wet hair, breaking down just like that made her aura of beauty look so real. Fisha passed by her husband, who was surfing on his cell phone, and then sat down at the dresser to dry his hair.

Hengky looked towards Fisha and something he was now reading in turn for a while, before finally moving on and approaching his wife.

Fisha slightly rounded her eyes, listening to what her husband had said all of a sudden.

"If the house is conducive and Mas Hengky there is time, we go to Father's tomb," said Fisha, trying her hardest to hold the clear grain from her eyes.

"This morning we go there," said Hengky as he continued to comb and dry the hair of the woman who had filled the empty space in his heart.

"Mas, but Mama ...," said Fisha hesitantly.

"Prepare, this morning we also go to Father's grave. There was Brother Meysie and her husband who accompanied Mama," Hengky put the comb and hair dryer on the table, then grabbed Fisha's body from behind.

Unable to bear it, Fisha let go of her husband's hand and turned her body, before finally hugging her husband's waist tightly.

"Thank you" that's all that came out of Fisha's mouth between her sobs.

***

The new time showed at half-time seven in the morning, but Hengky and Fisha had already sailed out the main gate with a silver car she was driving.

After a two-hour drive, they enter a rural neighborhood, before finally a car is parked beautifully on the side of the road near Fisha's father is buried.

"We did live in the city, because Father and Mother had to work for the survival of the family. But Mother said, before he died Father had advised, that when Dad died later, he wanted to be buried in this village. The village where Dad was born. That's why Fisha only makes a pilgrimage once a year, right on the day you left," said Fisha, as soon as they got out of the car and walked towards her father's grave.

"I'm sorry, there's so much I don't know" Hengky grabbed Fisha's hand and held her tightly. Fisha only smiled faintly at her husband and walked back to her father's grave.

***

Flashbacks

Hengky moved the files from Fisha's laptop to her phone. After the file was copied, Hengky immediately turned off the laptop back, and immediately opened it through his cellphone while sitting leaning on the headboard.

My diary,

Today is exactly where Dad left me. Like last year and the years before, I promised millions that God would give His best place.

But the one thing I couldn't do like my usual years, I couldn't make a pilgrimage because the father of the man I love also left and was buried on the same day.

I don't know if last year was going to be the last year I could visit his grave, because I knew on the same day that my man would do that at his father's grave. Shouldn't I accompany her in her moments of grief?

Hmmm, I promised. This year, exactly where Father's day went, I'm going to introduce my man in front of his grave vortex.

But again I have to forget it, as I promised before I got married. The promise that I will bring my married husband right after my wedding day, must be dashed because of the trials that come to the husband's family in a row. And now, on the day that Dad left, I couldn't keep my promise again.

I'm sorry, Dad. I'm your really unfilial daughter. Only a strand of do'a can I spell out of this mouth, may you have true happiness.

Nafisha Hasna

There was a tightness in the chest that Hengky felt, reading a few words written by his wife, which was more concerned with her husband's feelings than the cry of his heart.

"I'm sorry for making you carry that burden alone, dear," Hengky muttered inwardly.

As soon as Fisha came out, Hengky also looked at his beautiful wife and something he was now reading in turn, before finally moving on and approached his wife and invited Fisha to visit her father's grave.

"Darling, don't you want to introduce me to your late father?"

The end of flashback

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