Muhasabah Love

Freedom day

“You don't rest, honey?” Angkasa hugged Myria from behind. Seen his wife was still busy with the design on the laptop since Isya earlier. Now, the clock is almost at number eleven, but the woman in silver sleep dress did not even approach the bed.

“A minute. Stay nyimpen this,” said Myria while sliding the cursor.

The Space Body bowed. His chin was placed onto Myria's shoulder. Every now and then, his nosy attitude relapsed in the cheeks and shoulders alternately to make the wife amused.

“Ka ..”.

“Why? Just do it, I'll be waiting for you.”

“Where can I buy if you believe in gini?” Myria's nagging began to air, but her two eyes remained focused on the laptop screen. “Hose milk is drunk? Sleep first aja.”

“Ngot able.” Without having to find a reason, Angkasa answered directly. “Nobody rubbed my head, couldn't sleep.”

“Alesan.” Myria pushed the head of Space. He immediately turned off the laptop because it was useless to continue the work when the husband had started spoiled like a baby.

“Serious, Honey. Since marriage, I can't be away from you.”

Myria's eyeballs were spinning. Almost midnight, should we believe in Space booby? The woman finally moved after making sure the laptop died. The work chair, all the tools that had been used, tidied up briefly attracted the husband to move into the room.

“Udah. Come on, sleep,” Myria said as she pulled the blanket to cover her body and Space. Her husband came forward and hugged and buried his face in his chest. Reflexively because it had become a habit, one hand of Myria rubbed Space's hair.

“You're home late tomorrow again?”

Myria's eyes almost closed, but was forced to open again when she heard Space's question. He stopped rubbing the husband's head for a moment. “It looks like yes. Will be busy until the reception Friska later. You mind? Sorry me, Ka.”

Space pulls the body and looks up. Short kissed the lips of the wife before saying, “Ngak pa-pa. I just don't want you to get less rest. Do factory employees need to help sewing Friska's dress?”

Myria disagreed. His head shook with two eyes staring down at the face of the man who was a few inches away from him. “When we were married, Friska desperately helped me to dress the dresses I was wearing. Now, I should do that too. He actually does not make sense, but I still want to do what used to be done with him.”

“Um.” Suppose Myria was given as a sign of agreement. His lips covered a sweet smile to invite a reply from Space. There was nothing difficult to negotiate with her husband as long as what Myria wanted was still within reasonable limits.

Two months after preparing for the wedding. Friska's status eventually changed to that of a man named Zayyan Abimana. Although their age is quite far adrift, but still looks harmonious.

Mr. Zayyan is not a gym teacher, but somehow according to his students who attended the party said that he looked young.

“Lo is not a marriage partner, Bro?” Space embraces the shoulders of the Sakti. The two men were staring at the guarantee where the women of his class used to take pictures.

Sakti chuckles slowly. He drank the drink in his hand. “Not yet.”

“Why?” Angkasa's gaze turned to the side because Sakti's answer was enough to arouse the soul of curiosity. As a friend who is like a twin, Angkasa is a little unwilling if Sakti himself constantly.

Since childhood, Sakti is often left behind by parents and spends a lot of time alone. Angkasa thought, by having a wife, Sakti's life would be much more colorful.

“Gue waiting for your child.”

“Anjrit! If you are crazy, don't do it.” The sympathy, now changed emotions hearing Sakti's answer. Space immediately released the embrace and pushed his best friend was upset.

Meanwhile, what was Sakti's response like? Of course it's just a laugh every Space is raging. However, the joke was not long, Sakti immediately approached with a serious face. “Gue still needs a lot of knowledge. If asked about marriage, have not thought about it now.”

“But what do you think?”

The Space Question made Sakti sigh. “Don't nanya that, from yesterday nyokap also already confused nawarin his son this man, that person. All offered for ta’aruf. But I haven't been moved.”

“No pa-pa, Bro.” Angkasa pats Sakti's shoulder. His emotions had vanished within a few seconds. “Well not a race. I support whatever your decision is. But if there's anything, please tell me. During this time you have taken care of my life, I also want to mean to lo.”

“Gue sincerely nemenin lo, Ka.” Sakti speaks softly but can still be heard. “Lo can be healed and happy, that's also happiness for me. Just like Aunt Ayu who is sad to see you sick, I do too. The same promise I made to keep happy like this, Ka? Lo peing means to me, right?”