Muhasabah Love

Warning to Namira

Sakti tiptoed and immediately sat down. He almost got out of bed when he heard the broken glass. It had just been lost in a matter of minutes, but it had been startled all of a sudden.

“Kasa, you don't pa-pa, Nak?” Just like Sakti, Mrs Nasita panicked. He had intended to deliver pieces of fruit for Sakti and Angkasa, so he did not expect his arrival to cause shock. “Sorry Mama if it makes you surprised.”

“No, Ma.” Space crouched. He was about to pick up the broken glass that had littered the floor. “I'm not alert.”

“Let there the fraction, later Mama clear. You just bring this plate for a snack.”

“No need, Ma, this is done.” Space stood up, then gave way to his mother to enter and put food on the table. After that, she went down to the kitchen with Lady Nasita.

“How are you feeling? Already light?” On the way to the kitchen, Mrs Nasita asked. The woman hoped that Sakti's presence since yesterday brought good influence.

Space nodded in response.

“Don't cover anything from Mama let alone lie just for not wanting to see Mama sad, Kasa.”

Step stopped, Angkasa looked at Mrs Nasita. Then, his lips began to embroider a faint smile. “Neg. I'm honest. I'm dying, tomorrow can work.”

“Let Mama take you, don't take the motor first.”

The space immediately refused. “Ndon't need. If Mama is worried, there is Sakti who picked up tomorrow.”

Madam Nasita sighed resignedly, then changed another talk. “Myria phone Mama from yesterday. He keeps asking you how. Give him the best possible explanation when meeting so as not to misunderstand again. About your uncle, Papa said last night that he wanted to talk to you in one eye tonight. So Papa comes home late.”

The face of space darkens. His smile faded instantly as his mother discussed Mr. Tirta. There was a heart-wrenching clutter back, but it could not be expressed. Space tries to awaken the mind when bad assumptions begin to emerge.

Until the kitchen, Angkasa immediately took a glass and drank as much water as possible. Madam Nasita who noticed the change was approaching soon.

“Kasa, you need medicine?”

The glass placed the Space firmly enough onto the table. Suddenly his breath seemed like he had finished a sport.  Although aware of his condition began to be unstable again, but Angkasa rejected Mrs Nasita's offer. “Ngak, Mom. Shortened again improved.”

“OK. Mama believes, if it is calm, immediately pray. Wake Sakti to the mosque, azan already reverberated.”

***

At eight o'clock in the evening, Mr. Tirta just arrived home. Everyone was chatting in the living room, except Myria. The relationship between father and son was a little murky because of yesterday's matter. Myria was reluctant to talk to the house people, while Mr. Tirta was not easy to obey Myria's will on that one.

“Caroline, where is Myria?”

Lady Caroline who was walking over, pointed towards the door of Myria's room just below the stairs. “He didn't come out at all.”

“Didn't he eat?”

“The food was brought to the room.”

In order to confirm the words of his wife, Mr. Tirta looked at Andreas who was sitting on the sofa. His youngest son nodded in confirming.

“Myria is still angry at Daddy,” Andreas said without fear even though Mr. Tirta's face looks fierce. “And neither I nor Mommy, follow.”

Unlike Myria who was often meekly affectionate when talking to Mr. Tirta, Andreas was more courageous. The unemployed man was not afraid of Mr. Tirta at all. He grew up in a different environment so his attitude and behavior would not agree.

“I'm talking facts. Is it hard to let Myria be with her ex-husband? I see he's a good man.”

“Andreas, shut up!” Mrs Caroline breaks the argument. He did not want his son to make things worse, let alone make Mr. Tirta who just returned from work emotionally ignited. “Daddy tired, watch your words.”

The lilac dress woman managed to stop a small debate between husband and child. He then pulled the suit that had been in the hands of Mr. Tirta. “Come to the room, I help you clean yourself.”

Tired of working all day, Mr. Tirta did not refuse. Together with his wife, the two children climbed the stairs to get to the room.

“You know, Caroline.”

“Ya.” The door to the new room was completely closed, Lady Caroline turned around and approached the husband who was about to remove the shirt. Unasked, the woman volunteered to help because it had become a habit of serving Mr. Tirta.

“I just met Aji.”

“Then, what do you get?”

“Same as yesterday. Apology on behalf of his mother. After that, he said about the condition of his son.”

Mr. Tirta's conversation began to attract the attention of Mrs Caroline. The woman's lentic fingers suddenly stopped at the last button below the navel. He looked up to look at the husband. “What happened?”

“His son was depressed after the divorce.”

Madam Caroline's heart was instantly beating fast. He even had time to keep his hands away from Mr. Tirta because of reflexes. “How long?”

“About one year of routine medicine and consultation with psychiatrist.”

More and more did not expect Madam Caroline to hear a further sentence from the husband's mouth. He nodded without being able to ask any other questions.

However, Mr. Tirta continued to tell stories continuously. “Aji also told me everything that happened after the first day of my meeting with her. But the important point that became the appeal of his conversation was about his son who continued to want to wait for Myria. The boy hasn't remarried since High School.”

The shirt that had been clad in the body had been completely detached. Mr. Tirta stepped back and turned to the bathroom in one corner of the room, while his wife was still silent digesting all his stories.

“Tirta.” Seeing the body of the husband about to enter the bathroom, Lady Caroline called out. The man who had accompanied her for decades looked up so he continued the sentence. “You have no thought considering the remark of Andreas?”

One foot that was about to step on the bathroom floor was pulled back. Mr. Tirta straightened himself up. “I am even more convinced that my decision is correct. Where does a parent let his child marry a mentally ill man?”

“But, Tirta, hearing your story about the young man's feelings and Myria's feelings, there's no harm in giving it a chance once again.”

Mr. Tirta's jaw is hardened. His face was immediately tense. “Caroline, I know Myria wasn't born from your womb. But I wouldn't be willing if you or anyone else wanted to torment her life again!”

Mr. Tirta's unexpected and successful reply left Mrs Caroline gaping silently within seconds. “Tirta, what are you thinking? I'm trying to understand the feelings of two human children who love each other but can't unite.”

Opinions are only considered to be passing wind. In fact, Mr. Tirta did not respond. She left Miss Caroline and closed the bathroom door.

For Mr. Tirta, letting Myria be with a man with a mental disorder was a silly decision. All this time, he had spent a lot of time to make Myria happy. Therefore, Mr. Tirta does not want to repeat the mistake once again by letting the princess go through marriage with a man who is not necessarily able to give birth and inner happiness.

Controlling itself is still often a mistake, then how will it take care of others let alone give happiness?