Muhasabah Love

Namira meets malik

The man in an olive green shirt followed by two veiled women into the ustaz house. The space that saw it suddenly thumped. Not yet know the appearance of the woman behind the black sheet of face coverings, but the feeling of amazement can not be denied.

The ustaz invited everyone to sit down. He did not forget to ask his wife to make a drink for a new guest. There was a brief chatter before getting into the core conversation.

“Lo nervous, no? I'm nervous, Cuy!” Sakti. He whispered briefly in the ear of his best friend.

But the space is indifferent. He himself was puzzled over the whacky nervousness.

The new drink has arrived. Ustaz's wife, who was in the back, is now joining. He encouraged his guests to taste the dishes.

Completed a short introductory session, ustaz began to discuss. “Well, I think you read the details about biodata yesterday. If anyone wants to ask, please. Can say now, later if not enough time, we can nadzor again.”

Everyone was silent hearing ustaz speak. He set his sights on the Space family. “This, Nak Angkasa anyone want to ask or delivered?”

“I ...” The tongue of Angkasa is too thick to say. He took a deep breath to relax.

“Kasa.” Madam Nasita started to worry. He who sat across from each other tried to give encouragement.

“Not much I want to ask,” said Angkasa after gathering courage. “Only .. Ukhti Syahira must have read the history of the disease I experienced. What do you think?”

The white-skinned woman with pliable eyelashes briefly raised her head. Not long after, he fell back. His lips that had been clenched, began to open slowly until a melodious voice greeted the hearing of people around.

“No man is perfect, Akhi. God created all in this world to have a purpose. All the sicknesses given to His servant are merely out of compassion for one to realize that he is a weak being or a sinner. If anything in this world is of God's will, I sincerely accept. God willing, while Akhi continues to strive to calm down so that it does not recur.”

The answer of the woman named Syahira invited a smile from the lips of Lady Nasita. He reflexively rubbed the hand of the husband who was next door. Syahira's gaze was no less reassuring than Myria, Mrs Nasita believed the woman was just as good.

Angkasa also began to be relieved because there had been doubt when he remembered he had a history of depression. He thought realistically that not everyone would want to live with diseased humans. However, Shahira's answer is like an oasis in the middle of the desert, soothing the turbulent thirst in the mind.

“Mashaallah.” The ustaz mediate. “Already satisfied with the answer Nak Syahira, yes, Nak Angkasa?”

Space nodded in response. When asked if there were any more questions, he shook his head.

“Then, Nak Syahira can change to ask this guy.”

Shahira looked at her father and mother. The two old men sitting on the right and left nodded together. The woman then looked ahead, where the Space family was sitting. “If I want to continue my education S3 after marriage. Is there a desire to have a long distance relationship? Given from the data I read, Akhi Angkasa has a busy job that is difficult to handle fully online.”

Syahira's question is enough to make Angkasa stunned. His memory immediately retreated to a few years ago when he was still married to Myria. She remembers when Myria proposed a long distance relationship in case of college and it was rejected. Space does not want his wife far from his supervision.

“Space Network.” Long time no answer, the ustaz called.

Sakti immediately patted the arm until Angkasa realized.

“Oh, sorry,” says Angkasa full of worries. But what he can do, he has to answer honestly. “This .. is indeed difficult for me to answer, Ustaz. I was confused because there was no thought of having a long distance relationship. I slightly disagree to let the wife safar herself even in terms of demanding knowledge.” The answer to Space has not changed at all.

Syahira took a slow breath at Angkasa's reply. She still dreams of going to college even though she is married. For him, science is the provision of educating children, so long as it can still keep trying.

The ustaz awaits a decision. He did not give any advice because he did not want to be impressed to defend one of the parties. Marriage is a commitment of two heads and two families, while he is not part of that family.

After a long time of thinking, Syahira finally made a decision. “Let's orientate again, Akhi. I want this nadzor not just once. Who knows there is a hint from God finished from here.”

“Ya, I accept the proposal.” Space agreed. He does not want to be rash and will enjoy the process of picking up a mate.

“Alhamdulillah, then suffice it first talk tonight. And the day is getting late anyway. If I may advice, it might be better nadzor next morning or afternoon so that it can be longer time.”

“Tante Ayu equals Om Aji already give you blessing like look at the woman earlier?” On the way, Sakti begins to reveal the contents of the heart. While at the house of the ustaz, he was silent full of authority because of drifting in the conversation.

Mr. Aji and Mrs Nasita who were behind laughed softly. One of them answered Sakti's words, “Om agreed just as long as Kasa wanted. Who runs him.” Mr. Aji spoke as he glanced at his son who was beside Sakti.

Space flutters. His head was suddenly full, no matter what entered the brain so lazy to join in chatting.

“He's tired of it, Om.” Sakti doesn't stop teasing.

Mrs Nasita advanced her body slightly, then rubbed her son's shoulder. “You're okay, Kasa?”

Gets a soft touch, the new Space looked. However, still his lips were reluctant to open and only gave a nod.

The car arrived home just as the clock on the phone pointed to the number 22. Sakti will soon be ready because tomorrow has to work. Mrs Nasita asked her to stay the night, but the man refused.

Just now Sakti's car turned into a complex street and Angkasa was about to close the fence, but there was another car stopped right in front. Space movement stopped because he saw someone coming down from the four-wheeled vehicle.

“Aji!” The voice of a man called out so loudly that it made the new Mr. Aji enter the terrace back to the front.

Mr. Aji shifted Angkasa which has been silent since like a statue of “Kak Mandala.” Mr. Aji's lips trembled saying the greeting when he saw the cruel face of Mr. Tirta. “A–ada what, Brother? This ...”

Not yet finished Mr. Aji's question, Mr. Tirta had already run and punched him in the face. Mrs Nasita immediately shouted and helped, while Angkasa instead pushed Mr. Tirta.

“Uncle, what did Uncle do?” The sky screamed. Fuck the honor status of parents. He ignored it when it came to family safety.

“Soide, Little Dumbass! I want to beat up your father. How dare he want to marry his son to a woman other than my daughter!”

“Uncle! Marriage is my decision, no business with Papa.”

“I don't care! My business with Aji. Move!”

Angkasa's body was pushed, Mr. Tirta prepared to pull Mr. Ajidari into Madam Nasita's arms. The man is like a wolf ready to tear its prey apart.

Space has lost patience. He instead pulled Mr. Tirta from behind and was about to throw a fist. However, when a new fist was on top of his head, his brain began to function. “So Uncle said what?”

“Why? You want to hit me?”

The Space Hand slowly decays as Mr. Tirta speaks.

“I want to scold my daughter too because she might love a disrespectful man like you.”

Emotions that had exploded were now slowly turning into small rascals. Space began to laugh at him who was not responsive in receiving information so that it almost hit people. The man immediately hugged Mr. Tirta without permission. “Sorry, Uncle. I'm not focusing.”

Mr. Tirta clucked. He did not refuse or return the embrace of Space.

“No need to scold Myria. Even if he's wrong, be angry with me. Let her stay happy, I don't like to see her cry,” said Angkasa in a trembling voice as it suddenly cried.

“No idea yourself!” Mr. Tirta scolded again, but Angkasa was not hurt. “You think your act of taaruf with another woman didn't make her cry? I want to strangle you now.”

Space laughed and hugged. “Uncle can choke me if I hurt him again after this.”

“Ck! Goddamn it!”