Muhasabah Love

Rival Reason

“My, wake.” The space approached and sat on the edge of the bed. The man's face was fresh, his body was fragrant because he finished bathing. It was different with Myria. His wife was still sound asleep while clutching the bolster.

“Myria.” Angkasa called out slowly so that Myria was not surprised. His voice sings syahdu without any high intonation spoken. One hand stroked his hair and rubbed his wife's smooth cheeks. “Hey, it's dawn. Wake up first, abis duha you can sleep again, darling.”

“My.” Calls continued to streak because Myria did not immediately respond. Angkasa took his breath for a while then shook his head with lips to review the smile. “Feeling used to be difficult to build gini.”

Give a pause about waking up Myria, Angkasa instead pulled the prayer mat and continued again. He was forced to give a pat on the cheek of the wife to be responded immediately. The man will deliberately not leave for the mosque before making sure Myria awakens.

“My.”

“Um, Ka. Don't keep asking, I'm tired.”

Two Space eyes whizzed. Anxious himself heard the wife's answer. His ears touched Myria's forehead until his wife screeched. “What are you doing?”

“Ka ..” Myria's eyes opened immediately. Face pouting. “What do you do to my forehead? Pain tauk!”

“Build. Even laying. I'm going to dawn, take a shower. I'm going to bentar mosque.”

“Um, yes.” After replying, Myria hugged the bolster again, whereas Angkasa continued to pay attention.

Drawn from Myria's embrace and thrown to the floor by Space. The man stood up while folding his arms to his chest. “Build, Habibati. Surely you are not late to pray, I have to go down because azan.”

Although lazy to rule because the eyes are still so heavy to open, plus the body crumbled dimly due to the reception and other rituals last night, Myria finally woke up. He sat down while rubbing his face. After that, I just prayed and drank.

Space began to bring up smiles of relief. He approached Myria and landed a brief kiss on the forehead. “You can eat breakfast if you are hungry. No need to wait for me.”

“Um.” Myria nodded once, then pulled Angkasa's palm to kiss. After her husband had left, the woman just got off the bed and rushed to the bathroom.

The drops of water really made Myria fully aware. The sleepiness that has been plagued since then is instantly gone. He came out of the bathroom after a long time in the room.

Meanwhile, the space has arrived at the mosque. Iqamah made him rush to close the saf. Who would have thought if next to him suddenly appeared Sakti and a gangmate. When Angkasa turned his head, Sakti put on a strange smile.

“Ehem, I don't think I'll be out of the new hostel room. It turned out to be here first.” After the prayers and prayers are finished, the congregation has started to move one by one as well, Sakti immediately chapped. Not enough mouth teasing, his body was made to nudge Angkasa's shoulders.

Space silence. He's been preparing himself since yesterday if it's a plumbing material. Silence is an option even though his friends will not be satisfied with teasing.

“Yes, Alah, Ka. Lo diem aja's. Don't want to tell me how?”

One friend immediately patted the mouth of the friend who had just spoken. “Lo know this in the mosque? It is not polite to snack so.”

“Know thyself, on noisy!” Leaving his friends is the best thing, Angkasa soon out, but in fact followed by five people who since High School became his close friend.

“Beilah, Kasa ngambek oi. Ngambek!”

“Cepet-cepet back to her hotel, because you want to continue.”

“Tject. Goodbye, Bro.”

Really am! The mouths of the men who had entered adulthood made Space repeatedly take deep breaths. He let his friends blabber rather than be responded to more and more.

Six men, including Angkasa, walk casually down the sidewalk. They deliberately walk as well as morning exercise. The air still feels cool because the vehicle is not as dense as during working hours.

“Ka, how many days off?” The non-profit chatter has closed the session. One of his friends asked seriously.

The Space Chief looked back a little. “Sunday at most. More work.”

“Honeymoon with Myria?” Another friend went to the club.

“No honeymoon teaching in Islam.”

The answer of Space made his companions mute. Sakti immediately laughed and advanced to embrace Space.

“Woi, Bro. He doesn't need that. Ntar also go-go alone if there is time.”

“Si Sakti is already a psychic, Cuy!”

“Anjay, lose! We lose if we meet your closeness. Bye, lah. Retire me from this gang.”

Laughter one by one the men were airing as the distance of the hotel was getting closer. Space can only breathe a lot to deal with the complexity of his best friend.

While in the elevator, the five men still continued to chat. However, some of them say goodbye to Angkasa because they have to continue working.

“Gue hope that even though we are married, we can still gather once,” said one of the gang.

Everybody nods. Space then gets a hug from his friends before heading to the room. “Thanks, you guys take a trip out of town to attend my wedding. Sorry so much when Rion's wedding cannot come to me.”

“Casual, Bro. I know the condition of that time.” Rion, the man who had just been named was hugging warmly. She was indeed the earliest married among her five gang members due to arranged matchmaking.

“One more time thanks, you guys be careful.”

All parted, even Sakti went straight to the room anyway. He said he needed to rest because yesterday was sleeping too late.

The door of the room opened, Myria who was drying her hair immediately turned off the hair dryer. He came to the sky to welcome.

“I help,” Angkasa said while wiping his head.

“Udah dry, kok.”

Space spread out a hand, then pulled Myria's waist towards him. He lowered his head and stuck his nose into his wife's nose while giving a slow swipe. “Still sleepy?”

Myria pushed the chest of Space slightly to create some distance. “Iya. But it is not good to sleep at dawn.”

“Let's sleep again.”

The two people's hugs came off, Angkasa was looking for a change of shirt from the suitcase. Without saying anything, suddenly the man opened his cocoon shirt and successfully made Myria scream.

“Hei!” Instead of immediately wearing a T-shirt in hand, Angkasa actually went to his wife while bare-chested. “Why, My?”

Myria closed her eyes tightly while shaking her head quickly. “Ka, pack clothes, huh! Indiscriminate open-front people.”

It was panic, but now the panic of Angkasa turned a slanted smile. “You saw everything yesterday, right? Why closed gini.”

“Ih, no!” Myria. “I don't see. Yesterday cover the blanket, where do I know.”

“Oh, so want to know?” The grin on Angkasa's lips became clearer, while Myria continued to close her eyes with two palms. “Open his eyes. Halal seen this. Get reward even.”

Myria clings to the principle. He would continue to close his eyes before Angkasa put on the shirt.

Seeing the persistence of his wife, Angkasa chose to give up. After all, the debate is an unimportant matter. He immediately put on the shirt he had been holding, then asked Myria to open her eyes.

The first sight Myria saw was the smile of Space. Her husband's face turned out to be in front of her eyes, making her reflex turn away. As close as yesterday night had even become one, but shame still adorned Myria's personality.

However, as the face turned to the right, Myria caught the unusual skin of Space's arm. “Kasa, your hand?”

The upper left arm of the elbow came to Myria's attention. The sky turned its head and knew what the wife was asking. The shirt the man was wearing was indeed short-sleeved over the elbow so that his deformed skin was visible.

“Why? I'm ugly, huh? The former really can't be ilang.”

Myria shook her head. The memory in his head spun backwards and recalled the time when Angkasa nearly lost his life while saving himself and Friska. He touched the longitudinal scar slowly. “Sorry.”

“What do you think? Long time ago, don't need to be revealed.” The space immediately denied the remarks. He is not willing on a happy day there is sadness. “Better think of our future. Ready to be careful, mentally prepared also for all the conditions that will come in our household, My. You know I'm a lot of handicapped, physically just as mentally nothing is right. But if you can be selfish, I want you to be patient with me later.”

“Ka, are you still taking medicine?”

Space was silent because it refused to confess.

“Kasa.” Myria looked up in a half-forced tone.

With the anxiety that exists, the lips of Angkasa pronounce facts, “Iya, sometimes.”