Muhasabah Love

Disappointment

“Tirta, leave your job for a while. Myria just got home.”

Two eyes Mr. Tirta boughtak hear the news conveyed by his wife. Without a second thought, the man pulled the suit from the chair and immediately walked out.

Daniel who was about to enter the room was shocked because he almost collided with Mr. Tirta. Luckily, his boss was not angry.

“Antar I go home, Dan,” said Mr. Tirta increasingly speed up the pace.

Feeling the situation was precarious, Daniel hurried over. He uncovers the report of his men who have been searching for Myria since yesterday.

The car drove away from the family-owned company of Mrs Caroline. Mr. Tirta who was at the back could not sit quietly. Repeatedly he asked Daniel to accelerate the speed of the vehicle and successfully make the assistant I was defeated.

The trip is only half an hour from the office, but feels so long for Mr. Tirta. The man was certainly impatient to see his daughter who came home alone without being forced.

The engine of the new car died, Mr. Tirta immediately went down without waiting to be opened by Daniel. She half ran as she climbed up the steps of the porch of the house and immediately headed towards the living room where Madam Caroline told her whereabouts.

“Caroline, where is Myria?” Mr. Tirta's voice echoed in the living room and could be heard by everyone who was there.

Everyone stand up. There's Miss Caroline with Andreas and also Myria. They compactly turned their heads, but Myria came straight at. “A—”

Uncompleted call from Myria, Mr. Tirta had already pulled into the embrace. The old man hugged tightly while crying. The kiss is even given at the top of the princess's head. “You're healthy, Myria? Yes, God, Son. Why torture Dad to this extent?”

Myria's heart was like a slashed dagger. She was crying in the arms. All his heartache was spilled without caring about dirtying Mr. Tirta's clothes. “Sorry to me, Dad. Sorry ...”

“You are not wrong. The wrong father to be rude to you. Forgive me for not understanding you. Forgive me if you can't be as good as your mother.”

Discussing her late mother, Myria's cries grew uncontrollable. He had been dreaming, if Lady Kinara were still alive, maybe yesterday when she was hit by Mr. Tirta, that woman would have defended.

Long enough Myria felt the warm embrace of Mr. Tirta. Not only from the man, asked Mrs Caroline to do the same thing from behind. Mother continued it was no less good, Myria's life is indeed a lot of luck if she is always grateful.

“Caroline, lunch already prepared?” Mr. Tirta asked after taking off a hug on a family member.

The lady with the daisy flower motif nodded. He led Myria to the dining table. “Daddy is here. We eat together, then rest.”

Myria agreed. He opened the veil along the foot stepping onto the dining table. The aroma of appetizing cooking, managed to drive away the sadness temporarily. Myria ate voraciously without saying much.

Mr. Tirta himself did the same. He took Daniel's phone for a moment so that his assistant continued the work that had been left behind.

Lunch is usually rare because everyone is busy, today it feels so warm. The stone impact on Mr. Tirta's chest seemed to disappear to create a feeling of relief when he saw his daughter's face again. Almost a month left, enough to make him grieve endlessly.

After eating, Myria chose to take a break. He turned on the phone for a moment and it turned out that heaps of messages and missed calls were coming in a row.

One notification made Myria remember someone. Friska, her best friend must have panicked like everyone else.

A short sentence was typed Myria and sent to Friska so that her best friend was calm now. Myria said that she was home and would visit later tonight. However, not waiting for long, a call from Friska came in and the woman said she was the only one going home.

“No pa-pa, you sleep first. I'm otewe, My.” After asking at length, the sentence became the closing of the previous questions.

“Cautious.”

“Yes, you also rest. I'm matiin, yeah. Assalamualaikum.”

The phone returned to the table near the bed after answering the greeting. Myria went to the bathroom to clean up and just went to bed. Although his heart was still a little restless over his choice of giving up, he was still able to sleep soundly.

Myria's consciousness was gone for several hours. He woke up when the azan on the phone rang. Salad and shower immediately he carried out and just went out of the room. Apparently, in the living room there was already Friska and Miss Caroline chatting.

“Fris, from earlier?”

The sage veiled woman looked up. He stood up and approached Myria. Like Mr. Tirta, Friska hugged while crying. “Yes, Allah, My .. You may not love me at all. I still can't help you, right?”

Breathing out of Myria's mouth. The light pats he gave Friska's back. “Sorry to confuse everyone. Come, sit down again.”

Friska agreed and sat back down. She looked at her best friend's goal until she made Myria understand what she wanted.

Without further ado, Myria told me everything that had passed: about her quarrel with Mr. Tirta and her choice to no longer wish on Space.

“You sure, My?” The astonishment cannot be covered by Friska. However, he tried not to stir at all. “But Kasa?”

“He will live fine. I'm sure it's.”

“But the pain suffered?”

Myria was silent for a moment hearing Friska's follow-up question. After Angkasa's departure from the home at that time, he had not asked any news. Communication with Mrs Nasita is also not available. As a result, do not know for sure the true state of Space. “Later I asked Mommy,” she replied after thinking.

“Should I ask Sakti now?” Friska pulled out the phone, but Myria forbade it.

The two women were late in the conversation until the night before and Friska was leaving.

Days, weeks and months change. Sakti begins to get suspicious of Space's attitude. These two months, his best friend is more silent and focused on working. It is similar to when a new company wakes up.

“Long time you did not tell me about Myria?” A glass of milk is thrust Sakti on Space. The two humans were overtime due to having to check some reports.

Space shifts focus away from the laptop. She drank her milk for a while, then shook her head uncertainly. “No mood I discussed it.”

“Tumben really lo gini? Isn't Myria home?”

Space cleared up in response. Then the man continued to work.  “At home long time ago. How many months from the time we give donations to the orphanage? Question lo stale.”

“Yes, I'm curious, Bro. Tumben really don't say anything.”

The chair swayed as the owner moved. Angkasa approached Sakti and patted his best friend on the shoulder. “Myria ended the relationship. He said he wanted to give up the same decree of Allah.”

 “Trus lo?” Sakti interrupted because he could not wait to hear the way Angkasa spoke that seemed slow.

“Yes, already, I accept. Cannot maksa. His father was a nolak, now his son too. What to fight if gini?”

Sakti's mouth gaped as it ran out of words. There is no thought at all if the sacrifice of Space during this time will lead to futility. How many years his best friend waited and was reluctant to have a new love, but in fact inevitably forced to move on.

“Woi! Don't be so dumb!” The head of Sakti gets a blow. Then, Angkasa moved to the sofa. “Ustaz deket rumah lo still accept CV for taaruf no?”

Sakti consciousness is intact again. His body rose up and joined the Space. “Still. Want to taaruf?”

“Iya.”

Sakti jumped for a moment. “Lo sure, Ka?”

The nod from Space makes Sakti even more shocked. Between sad or happy, the man was confused about expression now. In the past, he was passionate about finding a soul mate for Angkasa so that his best friend was not too sad. However, now Myria has been in sight, but Angkasa wants to find another soul mate. “Taaruf is not a toy. If your heart is still full of Myria, this is not a good solution.”

 “Gue knows. But there is nothing more to be taken from Myria. I thought about this decision for a few months. Not suddenly that.”

Sakti can't answer. The man took a breath and thought for a moment. “Gue help lo.” The answer was finally thrown and could be a response in the form of a thin smile from his best friend.

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............TBC..........

Sis, I typed this chapter while deg-degan because chapter 40 must be selected again editor for the second time.

Moga aja still can nemenin Brother Reader, who is here, yes.