Muhasabah Love

Helsen's Problem

Space is heartless. The man walked away just like that after speaking. Myria who was still standing on the spot continued to stare while holding back tears.

When that strapping body disappeared completely, Myria's cry broke out. He leaned against the wall while smothering his mouth.

Highlighting the car lights entering the company area made Myria aware. His two hands immediately wiped his eyes and cheeks. He didn't want the person picking him up to know he was crying.

 “Hai.” Andrew opened the door from the inside. The man always smiled every time he met Myria.

Myria smiled in response even though her smile was nowhere to be seen. He immediately got in the car and sat down beside Andreas.

“You want to eat first?” Questions came out of Andreas' mouth as the hand began to turn the wheel. The look of his eyes led to the streets so that he was not too aware of Myria's condition.

“Neg. I'm going straight home. Tired very.”

Myria's weak voice caused suspicion for Andreas. The tanned black-haired man turned his head for an instant, then had to refocus on driving. “Is there a problem with your work, Myria?”

Myria shook her head. He rests his head and back completely onto the back of the chair. While relaxing the mind, the woman told me, “Angkasa misunderstood because of your presence. I don't know what's on his mind to the point of talking to me.”

“What is said? Does your ex-husband think I'm your lover?”

“Ya, like that.”

Andreas laughs. The man shook his head slowly, then turned the steering faster when turning. Every day visit Myria apartment, so it does not make it difficult to memorize the road.

“Find us. Let me talk to him myself.”

Andreas's proposal was only responded to. Myria could not possibly realize that because talking was so difficult with Angkasa, let alone inviting him to meet with Andreas. The thing that may be obtained is not a statement of agreement, just the hatred deepens.

“I'll finish this myself. Go home, say my regards to Dad. But remember, don't say anything to Dad about Space,” Myria said after arriving in front of the apartment.

“Okay. Good night.”

Tired breath was wasted from Myria's mouth again after letting go of Andreas. He rushed into the apartment without waiting for anything. The body is tired, the mind gets complicated due to lingering misunderstandings. Space is getting stubborn and so hard to reach when it has argued.

“Capek ngadepin Gauze. Once a maksa, now added again to be a lumberman. Make people bad mood also long.” During the elevator, Myria was nagging. Several times he jolted the floor to let his irritation slip.

Entering her own apartment unit, Myria immediately knocked down the body to the sofa. The veil and hijab that covered the head all day were immediately removed, then rolled up the sleeves up to the elbows. Myria closed briefly to ward off fatigue. Once it calmed down enough, an idea emerged.

Myria hurriedly opened her phone and searched for someone's number. He started typing a lot of messages, then deleted them again when he saw the clock was already at number 10. It would be considered impolite to insist on contacting people at night. Therefore, Myria hold on and wait until tomorrow.

No different from the dizzy Myria, Angkasa was much more severe. The man did not want to go home and instead circled the city with his motorcycle without direction. There is Sakti who accompanies even if not asked.

The two men finally hit the wild racing circuit after midnight. Sakti had a chance to prevent it, but he was forced to stop when his best friend pretended to be deaf.

“Ka, don't be crazy lo!” Sakti screamed as Angkasa volunteered for the challenge. He thought after circling the street for a few hours could make his best friend's emotions recede, but it was not at all.

“Gue don't want you why-why. We're home!”

The body almost pulled by his best friend, but Angkasa immediately brushed aside. The man headed for his motorbike without caring for Sakti anymore. His heart was so dark that it could not accept any talk from anyone.

The motor is on, the helmet is on, four people are getting ready for a speed fight in seconds. There was one woman in the middle holding a flag as a giver of cues.

Sakti screamed in frustration at the behavior of Angkasa. If bad things happen to his best friend, he will get into trouble and would be confused to convey to Mrs Nasita.

Not yet finished mind Sakti who worried about the condition of Space, bad events as if sanctioned destiny. The sound of a collision at the end of there made people scream and immediately flocked to run over.

“Sh itt!” The patience of Sakti. He threw away the Space Blazer in hand, then ran along. “Surge all!” he shouted when he reached the accident site.

“Bego! I swear you are not sane, Ka!” Emotions of Sakti explode. Seeing Angkasa and one person in a black jacket sitting on the asphalt while complaining of pain, he no longer cared about politeness. Everyone who swarmed was shouted to take Angkasa and one victim to the hospital.

Arriving at the hospital, Sakti could not stand still and wanted to continue cursing. An hour on the IGD, finally Angkasa and one person who had the accident could go home. Hospital fees have been settled without having to consider the person being financed know or not.

“Don't take me home. I went to your house,” said Angkasa as it passed the IGD door.

“If you are already gini, you can just say that? Where was your brain, Ka? Damnit!” Although upset is not playing, Sakti still memapah his best friend to the side of the road. He ordered a taxi and left the motorbike in the hospital parking lot.

Space silence. He accepted Sakti's anger because consciously had been troublesome. But going home is not the right decision. “Please, I beg you. Let me at your house first until the idea to talk to nyokap.”

The taxi door was opened by the driver, Sakti threw Angkasa's body behind. The man doesn't talk anymore.

As requested, Sakti did not take Space home. He brought his best friend home to rest without any questions. The parents happened to be on a business trip abroad, so both of them were free from introration.

“Udah dawn, pray first before going to bed. No need to do business if your road is still limping.”

Angkasa nodded while leaning on the head of the bed. His hand still felt sore from rubbing against the asphalt, while his own motor knee. He did not think that it would be an accident like this to trouble Sakti for the umpteenth time.

“Gue sorry.”

Sakti who has been looking for prayer rugs in the closet since. He closed the door of the closet with a strong enough motion to make a sound. “Basi talk lo, Ka. Do you love the real life? Brain moved to snoring?”

The space to waste its breath can flow from Sakti. There is no power to retaliate because the position is wrong.

“Tante Ayu will be furious because you deny his trust. You forget to die how many times you live. My wonder, why can not be sane little if there is a problem.”

Not yet after the scolding of Sakti, Angkasa's phone has sounded. Sure enough, Mrs Nasita called.

“Kasa, where are you, Nak?”