Muhasabah Love

Malik Ibrahim's

A frown appeared between Myria's two eyebrows while reading her father's message. His feet that had just been tracing the earth instantly stopped.

“Why, My?” Friska asked after successfully pulling the boutique rolling door. For the past two weeks he and Myria have been busy officially opening a business.

“This, this is a big tumben I sent the dateng to the Literature residence. Though the house was not visited for a long time.”

Friska stopped her steps and managed to attract Myria's attention. His best friend asked, but the answer was a light slab. “No, deh.”

Myria's lips sizzled. “Any you.”

Friska's response turned into laughter. The woman then continued her steps and said, “You do not want to call the house because there are memories of you with Kasa, yes, My?”

Myria's focus was fixed on Friska for a while before she now turned away. The hazelnut-throbbing lady shook her head in doubt. “Maybe it's one of them. But besides that also because it is not a draw just live alone in a house that big.”

“If one day you marry and Om Tirta asks you to name it, how?”

Myria raise her hand. He hasn't thought about marriage. Hearing the news of Angkasa taaruf with another woman, was enough to make him reluctant to think about his feelings again for a while.

Meanwhile, at the Sastra residence, Mr. Aji and his family just arrived. They were greeted kindly by Mrs Caroline and Andreas, while Mr. Tirta was ordinary with a flat face with no excess expression.

“Myria doesn't know about this yet. So don't expect much if he rejects you.” Mr. Tirta spoke without further ado as he stared at Space. His arrival yesterday to the house of his half-sister is known only to Mrs Caroline and Daniel.

Actually, there was still a bit of unwillingness to marry Myria to Angkasa. However, Mr. Tirta's heart began to open when Mrs Caroline gave her advice. Not many things did his wife, Mrs Caroline only expressed opinions that could be accepted logic. The wife understands what Mr. Tirta's character is like, so it is good to take a gap.

Put the footwear from the outside to pause the conversation. Not until minutes, the sound of greetings and the appearance of Myria was seen. The woman stopped her steps when she saw many people on the guest sofa. But he kept getting closer.

“Myria.” Madam Nasita called out with a calm tone.

After shaking hands with her parents, Myria turned to Ms. Nasita. He hugged and acted spoiled. “Mother ... Myria kangen.”

Madam Nasita's hand rubbed Myria's head full of tenderness. “Mama also. Why never be patient?”

Still in arms reluctant to move, Myria replied, “Sorry, Bun. Myria has been busy for a few months. Again nemenin Friska to prepare open the button.”

“Wah, masyaallah. Open your own boutique?”

Myria's embrace just slipped out. He gave a big smile until his eyes narrowed. “Hu’um. Friska who has that thought, Myria just help if you want.”

“Take Mama there sometime.”

Before replying, Myria glanced towards the sofa. So happy to meet Mrs Nasita, he forgot there was Mr. Tirta who always watched. However, he thought there was something different from the father this time. Mr. Tirta looked calm without hastily separating.

“Can't? Why is it silent?”

“Oh, may, Mother.”

The activity of Madam Nasita was over, Myria moved to greet Mr. Aji. He held out his hand to shake hands and kissed the back of his father-in-law's hand for a moment while asking for news.

Enough two old men, not for Space. Myria simply nodded as a greeting without asking anything.

“You're tired, Myria?” Mr. Tirta's question went on the air when he saw his daughter was sitting down. “Rest for a while, clean yourself and change clothes. Mommy brought you your clothes, it's in the middle room.”

Aware of her new self coming home and yet to bathe, Myria rushed to the back to clean herself up. Although there are many questions about the arrival of the family Angkasa, he took that thought for a while.

“No! Not likely. She has taaruf with other girls.”As much as possible Myria dispels the thought that the arrival of Angkasa to propose to her again. He did not forget the rejection of Mr. Tirta at that time and also the news of Angkasa being taaruf.

Everyone took turns to take food when Mr. Tirta invited. His attitude again confused Myria. However, Myria was reluctant to ask out of fear.

Eating in a calm and warm situation is happiness. Everyone might think so. Sometimes that warmth is interspersed with chatter by Mr. Tirta and Mr. Aji about the company.

When the main meal had run out and stayed to enjoy the dessert, Mr. Tirta glanced at Myria and Angkasa alternately. After that, he shook his head.

Inhaled deep breath by Mr. Tirta, then released slowly while putting a spoon. He lyrics Myria once again. “Myria.”

Myria who was still enjoying the mango pudding made by the housekeeper turned her head. He could only nod because his mouth still contained food. After ingested new reply, “Ya, Father.”

“Father who invited Aji and family to come.”

Myria nodded without protest.

“There's something they want to hear from you.”

It was calm, now Myria turned wary. His vision shifted towards the front where Mr. Aji and his family sat across from his family. “What problems, Dad? Do I have any debts to collect?”

Angkasa wanted to laugh hearing Myria's tone change like an anxious person. Although his ex-wife's face was covered, the man guessed Myria's expression must have looked cute.

“Ask them yourself?”

Mr. Tirta's reply did not make Myria calm let alone satisfied. Therefore, he immediately ignored the food and focused on the Space family. “Bunda .. is Myria wrong?”

A smile as sweet as jasmine tea embroidered on the lips of Madam Nasita. The black-veiled woman shook her head. “No, Dear. Don't worry.”

“But Dad said ...”

“We just want to hear your answer, do you still want to be our daughter-in-law again?” The conversation was taken over by Mr. Aji. As the head of the family, there is an attitude of responsibility to be shown.

Myria's consciousness is divided. Confusion is mounting because it has not understood since. So confused, Myria was silent without responding to make Andreas intervene.

The man beside Myria deliberately held onto the head of the elder sister, then moved up and down like a person nodding repeatedly. “Nah, Om. Here's Myria.”

Upset at Andreas' attitude, Myria hit without a care. The other siblings of the mother actually had a small fight and made someone uncomfortable.

The sky cleared as it could not stand it anymore. When everyone's attention was on him, he pretended to drink.

“So how, Myria? Your in-laws asked you to come back, what do you want?” ask Mr. Tirta to focus everyone back on the discussion.

Mr. Tirta's words surprised Myria. Since when can the father be that calm when talking about marriage with Angkasa? Hesitatingly and ready to be scolded, Myria asked softly. “If Dad himself how?”

One of Mr. Tirta's eyebrows was raised. This made Myria shrink. However, Mr. Tirta's answer was not as bad as expected. “Dad agrees as long as you want.”

The happy sparkle in Myria's eyes instantly radiated. “Truly, Yah?”

Mr. Tirta nodded with a faint smile. “How so? Do you still want to be Aji and Ayu's daughter-in-law, which means to marry Angkasa again?”

Myria wanted to jump for joy, but was self-conscious that it would bring down her marwah as a Muslim. Therefore, she remained graceful and calm, then nodded shyly.

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