Muhasabah Love

Glow

Sakti instantly put the book out of hand. He stood up and grabbed his best friend's arm. “Why lo?”

“Kasa,” call Sakti again.

Angkasa beristighfar, then shook his head and sat back down. The woman who brought him a drink even stopped seeing his actions.

“What's up, Mister?” Mother asked in wonder.

“Ah, it's okay, Mom. I just wrong people.”

The answer of Space made Sakti sigh. The man with the light blue sweater knew where his best friend's mind was headed.

Azan magrib forced everything to move. The little children in front started to enter the house and the employees also advised to go home. No more things to discuss, all matters of funds and luggage have changed hands. Therefore, Sakti with the others say goodbye.

“Do not want pilgrims here only, Ladies and Gentlemen?” Mother gave a suggestion when to take you to the terrace.

“No need, Bu.” Sakti answered. “Sorry, we also have other business. Some of us are also married, so there are couples and children who must have been waiting.”

Understand the affairs of each person is different, Mother does not force anymore. He let his guests go and did not forget to say thank you very much for the help today. The children who had been inside, came out just because they wanted to hug the Angkasa Pradana workers alternately, including the owner.

“Om, thank you for the gift. We will certainly be diligent to learn so that we can do good work like Om and Aunt all.”

Angkasa's lips are pulled right and left to form a perfect smile. The man rubbed the hair of a six-year-old boy full of tenderness. Suddenly, explained in the mind of Angkasa, if you had a child with Myria, maybe the child was as big as the boy in front of him now.

“Om wait for your success.”

The little boy nodded quickly with a big smile. The space that sees it is happy.

All leave and leave in their own vehicles. Some of them went straight to the nearest mosque and some went home because they did not pray. After the prayer, it's done today's business.

“We're saying goodbye, yes, sir.”

Angkasa and Sakti nodded in unison. “Thank you for today. Careful you guys.”

The employees nodded and said hello before leaving.

On the road, Angkasa is more silent to invite suspicion. Sakti who is next door asks, “What else do you think? Myria?”

Space glanced for a moment, then looked back ahead. “Gue felt look at Myria in the home earlier.”

The two eyebrows of Sakti directly linked. “Lo late taking medicine? Gini hallucination sidekick?”

“Seriously, I feel there is someone behind the door just last time we can drink. That's why I reflexively stand.”

Sakti did not say. His fingers tapped on the steering wheel and continued to focus on the highway. Want to commemorate the Space again so as not to think too much, it seems difficult. “Lo can come back home in the next few days for the mastiin talk lo it.”

Long enough the space was silent. However, it seems there is no harm in Sakti's suggestion. After all, the parlour was usually passed when going to the tomb of Lady Kinara, Angkasa will try to make sure to meet the curiosity.

***

“Nak, what do you think?” Mother approached Myria. The middle-aged woman was always attentive to every inhabitant of the parlour.

Myria looked up, then shook her head with a smile on her lips.

“Go home,” said Mother in a soft voice. “Your family must be looking for. As bad as it is, he's still your parents. Moreover, you are not married, your father is still entitled to you.”

“I'm definitely home, Mother. But please allow here a few more days.”

The sad aura that radiates from both Myrian eyes sends a sense of compassion in the heart of Mother. The woman clasped Myria's hand and again said, “Mother and the children are glad you're here. But, as a woman who still has parents, you should be able to behave birrul walidain. Your father just wants the best, but it may be different than you want. Remember, son, what a creature likes is not necessarily good for him. God's best planner.”

Myria's tears are dripping. He hugged Mother without saying anything. The berserk in the soul continues to rebel brutally to the point of destroying patience. Myria is still reluctant to meet Mr. Tirta because for a lifetime never got a blow from a loved one.

“Excuse me, forgive everything that's wrong with you. Your father, your mother, a friend, or anyone who knows you. Humans are not perfect, but there is no harm in removing revenge,” said Mother closed the conversation.

***

The evening sky becomes the companion of Space travel. Returning home from the office early, the man deliberately told Mrs Nasita to stop by the tomb for a while. In addition to the grave pilgrimage, he also wanted to confirm Myria's whereabouts in the parlour.

Arriving at the tomb, the condition is quiet because the asar has been passed. Luckily the sky was clear so the atmosphere still felt a little warm.

Some of the kids outside stopped playing. One of them approached the fence and asked. Angkasa conveys the desire to enter and the little boy immediately went inside to look for adults who could open the fence because it was locked.

“Who?” Myria asked because she happened to be the one she met.

“There, Aunt. Anyway Aunt ask herself.”

Confused at the speech of the orphanage child, Myria rushed to the room. He replaced his rope veil with a bandana veil intending not to be too recognizable because of what appeared to be only a pair of eyes.

Arriving outside, no one. Children who play are confused because suddenly the person who will be found is missing.

“You lied to Auntie?” Myria urged one of the six children.

“Neg, Aunt. Really,” said the boy who complained.

The fence was open. Myria turned to the right and left but there was nothing. Feeling the children were just joking, he wanted to close it again.

“They didn't lie. I was here.”

Myria's mind was suddenly empty. The look in his eyes pointed at the Space that was walking towards him. The man was still tidy with his makeup working, then why was he suddenly here?

“Kasa ...”

“Don't go or I pull you.”

Like de javu, the sentence forced the man to throw out. How many years have passed, but in fact the attitude is not lost.

“Bappy here? Hm?”

Space sounds make the heart beat. Myria lowered her head without answering, while her one hand was still holding onto the fence.

“Me and Uncle Mandala are looking for you hard, it turns out you are here.”

Not wanting to stay out for too long, Myria acted indifferent and entered the courtyard. However, it is certainly not alone as Space follows.

Unwelcomely Angkasa sat on the terrace and watched Myria. His ex-wife was busy asking the children to take a shower immediately. After the silence, the man was approached.

“You got tea?”

“Mauku you.”

“Dragon talks, Kasa.”

Space chuckles. He leaned back and stared at the light bulb attached to the ceiling of the terrace. The man closed for a moment just to throw tired. He muttered as Myria called out.

“Mari surrender, Kasa.”

The eyes of Space instantly opened. “You mean?”

“I'm tired, Ka. How many years it lasted, but nothing changed. I was tired of thinking about this relationship until I didn't realize that I was too busy with the world. Though you or whatever is in my life is just a deposit.”

“My ...” Space stands. It was still a long distance away, but he could hear.

“Allah is Jealous, Ka. I don't want to believe in this. We may love each other, but we forget who gave that love. God is jealous we love beings excessively and so it is not unified. There's a point in your talk first, let's have good luck again. We share with God who our soul mate will be.”

Myria's words scorched all hope. Angkasa pursed his lips back and urung said. The man looked at the teardrop on Myria's cheek, but there was nothing to do.

Sepi tucked in silence. Space was silent for quite a while, and so was Myria. The two men both saw the twilight at the west end until the azan magrib reverberated.

“You're sincere about your decision?” A new sentence was thrown from Space's mouth after a long silence.

Myria head looked a little. “Insyaallah.”

No more hope, Angkasa semit. He respected Myria's decision without wanting to force it. The man walked out and turned left towards the workshop where his motorcycle was patched because it had experienced a leak.

“Ma fii qalbi ghairullah.” Angkasa's hand rubbed his chest, then headed to the cheek that had been wet. As it turned out, the separation from Myria's mouth was more painful than Mr. Tirta's orders all along.