Muhasabah Love

Helsen Family

“My, salad!” One female friend who was beside Myria patted her arm. She was about to go out with another friend, but when she saw Myria not getting out of the chair, she came back.

“Eh! Yes!” Myria. Her consciousness turned out to be lost out of nowhere.Hurry the woman straightened up and prepared like the others because the time of the noble has arrived.

The friend who was patting, waiting for Myria while blabbering, “What's the matter, the same as you today? Not usually you worry about flowers in a vase continuously. It makes no difference the same feeling of your flowers yesterday-yesterday.”

Myria scoffed from behind the veil that covered her face. He shook his head, then took his friend to go down to the second floor where there was a musala there.

“Pak Dirut present today?” myria asked while pressing the elevator button. He retreated back, then stood side by side with his friend.

The black pasmina veiled woman nodded at Myria's question. “There's kayak. But he was not healthy. Maybe that's the time that makes Mr. Kasa did not enter yesterday.”

“Not healthy?” inner Myria asked. He always misses the news of his boss despite having an insider network. Mrs Nasita did not give any news of what happened after yesterday's complaint. Myria only knew that Angkasa had admitted wrong despite not apologizing directly.

The elevator door opens on the second floor. The two women immediately went to the musala because it turned out that many employees had entered the place early. Some who do not pray, they first go to the canteen.

“Full turned out.” Myria rushed to take the wudu, while the friend who was still looking for prayer tools and just followed.

Arriving in the ranks of other women, the voice of iqamah has been welcomed. Myria tightened the shaf and began to perform prayers together.

Four rakaats are imitated one of the company's office boy completed. Some of the worshippers had disbanded and went straight to the canteen for lunch, some were still taking short breaks in the musala. Almost everyone believes that the situation in the place of worship feels different from other places.

“Seadem-ademnya tile house, still adem musala tiles same mosque, yes, My.” The friend who had accompanied Myria said while folding her face, while Myria herself still allowed the veil.

Myria chuckles amusedly. However, he did not dispute. “Um. Sleepy make, huh?”

His friend nodded in agreement, then invited a soft laugh from Myria. The two women died because they had to fill their stomachs in order to have energy, while the rest time continued to run.

“Eh, hape I missed, deh, like.” As she walked a few steps from the musala, Myria realized that her phone was not in her pocket. He wanted to contact Friska, but instead did not find the usual means of communication. “I went back to the musala first, yes. You go first aja.”

“Serious, My?”

“Iya. Don't wait for me.” The mouth still speaks, but the feet have stepped back to the musala. Myria immediately took off her shoes upon arrival on the spot.

Myria searched the phone in her prayer line earlier, but found nothing. Then, he approached the prayer closet and did not find the item he was looking for.

“Yes, Allah, good times, anyway?” Myria's steps went to the place of Wudu. Arriving there, he could breathe a sigh of relief as he saw the phone was on top of the shower.

No need to wait for long, Myria immediately picked up and came out again. While still wearing shoes, from the other side appeared the new Space and Sakti coming out from the inside.

“Lhoh, My. Not your congregation?” Without hesitation, Sakti asked. He stood a few meters away, but his voice remained in Myria's ears.

“Jamaah, really, sir.  This was taking a missed phone.”

Sakti haya replied ‘oh’ the rest no more questions. He still has the principle of maintaining distance after having been in conflict with Angkasa when the school only matters Myria. That feeling had long since disappeared, Sakti now only appreciated Myria as a schoolmate and employee. Although he could actually corner at any time, but his friendship with Space was far more important.

With Angkasa, Sakti invites him away. The two men were about to go back upstairs because they rarely ate in the cafeteria. Both are often late breaks because they are more concerned with work affairs. Things to eat, Mrs Nasita who always prepares provisions so that it can be enjoyed in the work room.

The tall bodies of the two men turned around and stepped wide leaving Myria. However, not yet far away, Myria called so that Sakti and Angkasa stopped.

“Ya, My.” Again Sakti answered. Since then, Space has been silent without opening its mouth.

Myria walked over. The gaze of her eyes led to the arms of Angkasa that today were not covered in blazers or other long-sleeved clothing. “Kasa, your hand ... why?”

Myria nodded quickly. His black eyebrows were looking down, while the lips behind the veil had been bitten slowly. As much as possible Myria held her hand to not touch Angaksa despite wanting to.

“No pa-pa.” The sky answered with calm. The thin tone just disappeared when yesterday had hurt the heart. “Just scratched, but can't hit the water. So closed bandage.”

“Tergores? Scratched what? How bad is the wound? Have you been to the doctor?” Forgetting to be in the office, Myria railed a lot of questions to Angkasa so worried her. Luckily, in the musala area it is deserted.

Questions that persist without pause invite laughter Angkasa. He took a breath, then threw it away slowly. “You think who put this bandage on if not the doctor?”

Sakti laughed until he shook his head a few times. He was holding onto Space's shoulder. “Quiet aja, My. He was always the same as me. Don't worry. I can take care of former su—”

The talk of Sakti stopped because Angkasa had smothered his mouth. The man glared, but was met with a sharp look by his best friend. As a result, the two humans were busy fighting through signals.

Seeing that Angkasa and Sakti were already able to fight, Myria believed that the two were not lying. “Yes, I'm glad you didn't pa-pa. I'm going to the cafeteria.”

Sakti nodding. After which, a new Space hand descended from his face.

“Omongan lo if it can not be conditioned, I will ask employees stitching to silence it mouth.”

Sakti clucked at the threat of Space. He had just realized that he was almost free to mention the status of his best friend Myria.

All this time, no one knew the status of Angkasa as a widower. If it spreads, the entire company can be crowded to the hearing of colleagues.

***

People often overlook the time that passes so quickly. Including Myria and the others. I don't know how long he and Angkasa have improved, but there is no discussion of the relationship at all because they are both busy working.

The shop Friska wanted to build was almost finished. Myria was also happy to see the efforts of her best friend with her. Many times he went to the boutique location on vacation or back to work, then gave additional ideas so that the place became a perfect collaboration.

At night when she had just finished cooking, Myria's phone rang. He approached and immediately raised the call so that the caller would not wait.

“Assalamualaikum, Dad.”

From a different place that was still in one city, Mr. Tirta replied. He greeted his daughter, then said something. “Om Daniel will pick you up, son. Nice dress up, yeah. Father and others waiting.”

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Sis, sorry, yes, it's a holiday often. hehehe

sorry I didn't have any info here yesterday. But I info on Instagram. to always update the story of this Space, follow IG I just, yes. Gratis ... do not pay at all, kok. hehehe

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thanks, see u part next.