Muhasabah Love

A letter of invitation

“Friska pregnant, Ka.”

The movement of Angkasa who was wiping Myria's hair stopped. The man in the navy T-shirt lowered his head and united his gaze.

“Totally? Thank God, dong, Darling.”

Myria nodded lethargicly. All day at the boutique earlier, he was so enthusiastic to hear from his best friend. However, when he arrived home in the afternoon, his happiness was suddenly mixed with sadness. Not that he envied Friska's fate, but simply asked about himself. Why is she not pregnant until now?

“My ...” A thick book in closed hands and then placed on the table. Space woke up Myria who had been sleeping since before leaning on the chest. “Why sad gini?”

Myria. Her eyes could not see her husband. “I'm not sad, kok.”

Space confirmed the sitting position, then pulled Myria into the embrace again. Several times the kiss was given as a sedative for the hardness of the heart of the wife. It is impossible if Angkasa is not aware of the Myria gelagat that clearly looks real.

“I know what you think,” said Space in the end.

Myria was silent, there was not the slightest desire to confess.

“You are also waiting for the presence of children at our wedding, right?”

“Which woman does not ngarepin it, Ka, in her household?”

“Many, really, childfree couples now.”

“But I don't want childfree.” Myria's fingers squeezed Space's chest intentionally, but her actions were not painful at all.

“I don't ngarepin that either. But if there isn't one yet, what do you want? I want to talk to you about something.”

The head that had been heading forward, was now beginning to look up. Myria reddish lips began to open to ask, “What by the way?”

Long breaths carried by Angkasa while dangling the right words in the mind. Not a single bit of the man wanted to hurt his wife. After all the sentences were assembled, Angkasa began to say, “Mama nanyain grandson yesterday. When we see this house.”

Myria pursed her lips. His eyeballs moved slowly, occasionally closing while blinking.

Space is as silent, then cut off contact by tightening the embrace. “Mama is just his, My. He has no meaning. Precisely Mama turned on me because you are busy working and often overtime. Mama pesen, he said you do not need to be tired.”

“I'm not tired, kok, Ka. I'm the same as my job, so never feel tired.”

“Iya, Honey, I know.” Again the sky is peeping. “You want a pregnancy program?”

“Now?” Myria asked half unsure. From the beginning, he never thought he would go that way for a child's problems.

Every day, Myria always thinks positively that it is not the time. After all, she still enjoyed her two days with Space. However, when people around ask about heredity, he must start thinking seriously.

“Terasu. If you want later, yes, no problem,” said Angkasa with a calm environment without any pushy impression.

***

“Sakti!”

The door of the room seemed to be broken from the outside to make Sakti tiptoe. The man in a white T-shirt with a black blazer as the outside immediately left the chair to beat up his best friend in anger.

“I swear, you made me surprised. If this heart is not God created, it may have been removed from earlier.”

Angkasa nodded, then patted Sakti on the shoulder. However, his behavior was immediately pushed aside by his best friend.

“Ngapain you come here? Need something usually nelfon.”

“Gue want permission to go home first. If you come home late, don't go after me. Yesterday's work sent to e-mail let me continue at home.”

Sakti raised his eyebrows high. His body leaned against the workbench, while two hands were folded into his stomach. “What events do you go home afternoon gini?”

A rough gust of breath came out from Space's nose. “You to my doctor.”

“Ngapain again? Feelings not schedule lo control.”

“Not psychiatry. I want to make Myria to the obstetrician.”

The aura of anger on Sakti's face faded. A big smile instead of framing the lips. He left the backrest, then patted Space on the shoulder. “Good luck, Bro. I wish I had done a cepet launching.”

Good speech is prayer. There is no harm in living up to the expectations of Sakti. After that, Space actually went out and went home.

The motor is moving slowly towards the house. Space arrives along with Myria who has just parked the vehicle. The wife approached with cheerful steps.

“Mandi first, later abis magrib we leave,” said Angkasa after opening the door.

Myria agreed and immediately took her to the room. As soon as the door closed, the woman rushed to help her husband take off his clothes.

The dirty clothes are collected in one basket because they will be washed tomorrow. Myria grabbed a towel from the closet, then followed to the bathroom to accompany Angkasa.

“My ...”

“Hm?” A short mutter was given Myria in response. He did not turn his head in the slightest because he was busy playing foam and rubbing the left side of Space's arm.

One Space hand stopped Myria's movements, while her eyes gave an intense look. “Whatever happens, whatever the doctor says later, expand your heart to receive.”

There was a bitter tone engraved on each strand of Space words. Myria looked at the face of her husband who was unlike a few minutes ago. There was no smile, the look of shade on the two dark eyes that night looked so sharp without any joking impression.

Myria's lips trembled, her tongue suddenly twisted so that she had difficulty speaking. Finally, only a nod can be given to return the advice.