Muhasabah Love

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The cheeks and lips of Angkasa and Myria felt stiff because they smiled continuously for several hours just to receive congratulations. The guests present were not playing much. Just imagine, all colleagues both from the Literary family company, the company of Mrs Caroline, and not to mention the company of Angkasa and Sakti itself present at one time.

Everyone's spilling over into the hotel ballroom tonight. Maybe, yesterday there should be a plan to continue the reception for a few days so it's not like that. But what do you want to say? Everything is over and can only be done.

“Capek, yes?” Space whispered without looking as his two eyes focused forward facing the guest.

Myria herself still put on a smiling face with the same direction of view. “Hopefully do not faint,” he said no less clean.

Space laughed softly. “Sabar, if not strong again down aja. Let me bring a guest myself. What time is it now?” One man's hand was raised to look at the clock in his arm. “Jam ten, we've been here three hours. Guests still at home.”

“I'm not good with Dad if you step back now,” said Myria while glancing at Mr. Tirta who is in the side seat.

The new Space look turned to Myria. “Let me speak.”

Myria returned a gaze, then shook her head and returned to looking ahead. Without Space's help, he could actually talk to Mr. Tirta himself. The thing still wants to stay is indeed his will, he is ready to risk even though the feet seem to want to loose. Once in a lifetime in such an event experienced, Myria also wanted to show respect and appreciate the position of her parents.

“OK, whatever. But say that you are already bosen.”

Only a small Deheman was conveyed to answer the words of Angkasa because after that Myria focused back on guests. Whoever it is, guests from Kalastra Group as well as from Mrs Caroline's company, are welcome.

An hour passed without any more chatter, Myria whispered to Mr. Tirta for being really tired. The space behind him only fell silent as it waited for a response.

“Need Mommy between?” Lady Caroline felt sorry to see her daughter tired. One hand he held Myria's arm in worry. Mrs Nasita came because she didn't want anything to happen.

“No, Mom. Let Friska be the nemenin. Kasa will still be here, but I'm really tired.”

“Yes, rest. These are the guests of Father. Let Daddy do the talking.” Mr. Tirta gave the best decision.

Friska who has since chatted with Sakti and friends of High School alumni went up a guarantee when she saw Angkasa waving to her. The woman took it first.

“Why, Ka?” friska asked as soon as she arrived and was not far from Myria.

“Please me anter Myria to room.”

Friska nodded and brought Myria down to invite the attention of the guests. Some girl friends from High School who still live come and ask. Myria explains and apologizes for not being able to host until the party is over.

“Yes, not pa-pa, My. We also want to go back. It's almost the middle of the mallem.” The woman who used to be the treasurer of the class said. He came forward and hugged Myria all apart. “Congratulations, yes, My. Didn't expect, anyway, can be able to mate classmates.”

The other friends who were gathered laughed. The women hugged in turn, then completely left the party. Remaining only men are friends of the Angkasa gang. Maybe the men will not go home and join Sakti stay at the hotel.

Arriving at the room, the lights were turned on Friska. The woman helped Myria sit down, and then got her a drink from the fridge.

“Nih, drink first.”

Myria's flurry of sandals was interrupted. He looked up, and received a water bottle from the hand of the friend. “Alhamdulillah ..” he said after drinking and accompanied by a long breath implies fatigue.

Friska smiled as she shook her head. “Mau dipijitin?”

“No need, you are also tired from yesterday to join wara-wiri. Sleep, gih! I got the room key, right?”

“Nih, in bag.” The wallet that had been in hand since then was shown by Friska. “But I sent you first. Very sorry like.”

Myria's body slumped and leaned against the back of the sofa. She ignored if the dress or hijab that is still attached to the body turns tangled. “Help me this, deh, headdress.”

Friska stood up, then pulled Myria in front of the makeup mirror. One by one the needles in the head are taken painstakingly.

All the trinkets were detached from the head and only left the plain long hijab. Friska provides help. “Udah, My. The rest wait for Kasa. Who knows if she wants to see your makeup.”

Myria. “She's still busy ama her gang.”

“But he deserves to see you with a different look than usual. Yes, yes, I live. Sultry too, I want to take a shower.”

After receiving a thank-you note from Myria, Friska rushed to her own room. The woman was already saying goodbye to the mother if staying at the hotel so that she would not go home. Friska's mother herself chose to go home earlier with one of the trust employees at the convection.

Tired of waiting for Space without activity, Myria turned on her phone and opened hundreds of notifications. From various social media accounts owned, Myria was made to smile several times because it can congratulate many parties.

“Faiza?” One of the messages from the many messages, Faiza's words made Myria smile wider. Being separated doesn't mean he lost communication from his former senior at the company yesterday.

Busy reading the comments and some other messages, Myria did not realize the door of her room was open and how long the clock had been spinning.

“Seneng really mantengin hape until greetings are not answered.”

Myria. He immediately got up and approached the space. “Wa-waalaikumussalam. Party already?”

Angkasa rubbed Myria's head with one hand. “Udah. But Papa's same Dad's still downstairs. Mom and Mommy go back to the room first. Andreas has told you not to know where it is.”

“Same Om Daniel.”

No more responses made Myria look up. He almost choked when he realized that Angkasa had been staring so intensely. The foot that was stifling stepped back. She kept away from her husband because she felt too close.

“Ka, don't look at me,” Myria said as she turned away. If the veil no longer covered the face, surely Angkasa saw a reddish hue on the woman's cheeks.

Prohibition is an order. Space instead stared at Myria so deeply without blinking for a few seconds. He did not know that the woman in front of him had already started to heat up coldly.

Several times Myria swallowed. Her two hands squeezed the dress unwittingly, while the legs continued to step back until it hit the wall so that it could go nowhere.

Distance is running out as Space approaches. Myria who was in front of him suddenly closed without command. The man held back a laugh, but did not back down or move away. His legs only stopped when the distance was completely exhausted.

One of Space's hands was raised and landed on the side wall of his wife's head to support her. Another one was used to pull Myria's chin so that the wife's face looked up. He lowered his body a little, then whispered softly beside his ear, “Nine years have passed, you are still afraid of me if in the room both gini, hm? It's good we repeat our moments of SMA, right?”