Muhasabah Love

The Fate of Namira

“Sit.”

The ears hear the command. Myria lowered her body until she landed on the bed. His gaze continued to look down because he did not dare to look at Space.

There is a piece of the husband's heart that heats up on the way to the room. Myria could feel it every foot stepping on the stairs. As a result, the woman who was still dressed in full with a veil did not dare to speak a little more than ignite emotions.

Angkasa must be tired after working all day, but Myria actually shows a sad face and puffy eyes. Although not actually Myria's desire, but what can I do? The woman had tried to compress her eyes with the ice bag after crying, but it still could not disappear in an instant.

The sky sat beside Myria. His black eyes stared intently with firmness, while his lips were still tightly locked. However, from the roar of breath that was blown, it felt so real that the man was holding something back.

Ten minutes into silence, Space's lips began to move. “Ceritain what you sell so late in this house.”

The hand that was on the lap squeezed out her own skirt. Subject Myria's head turned out to be more inviting Space dissatisfaction. The man would definitely continue to scold before he could get an answer.

“Myria!”

“A–I just chat with Mommy before you come.” Myria's voice is gone. Between fear and holding the sadness melted until his tongue had difficulty moving. He looked down when the answer did not make Space talk anymore.

The 182-centimeter tall body stood. Space takes off the blazer and rolls up the sleeves of the shirt. However, while doing that, his two eyes continued to stare fixedly at the wife.

“What chat did you discuss with Mama?” Again, the question of Space increasingly makes Myria cornered. His beautiful wife can't be cut.

“I'm tired, Myria. Don't make people talk so many times!”

With scattered courage, Myria started to raise her head and returned a gaze. Even though there would be even more outrage from the man beside her now, Myria still tried to be honest. “Kasa ...”

Space flutters. Not a single bit did he blink or move. His two eyes looked more seriously.

“I talked to Mommy about our problems.”

“Ma–maaf, Ka—”

“You want to rebel, Myria?” The intonation is no longer low. Space raised it by several octaves and successfully made a pile of tears in Myria's eyes fell.

“What's your goal? I told you, we don't have to say anything first. The therapy is still going, right? Why rash? You can understand my purpose for what?”

Instead of answering, Myria's cry grew uncontrollable. Usually, such a time there is always a hug, whether it is Space or Friska, but now it is not. Myria's heart grew stifling and stirred.

“Myria, couples cover up problems in the household it's kindness. Enough until the walls of our house were brought. If we go out, forget about it and don't talk about it again. I know our family mama, but as long as we can do this, I told you not to say anything.”

Either khilaf or the influence of fatigue to make Angkasa angry like that. In fact, he could at least when he found Myria crying. However, for this time, the feeling of his mother was eliminated for a while so that the heart let the wife as much as she pleased.

There was no response from Myria except an apology.

Space rising. Bathing may be the best option for the man so that the coolness of the water can cool the head and liver.

“Kasa.” Calls are on the air as Space leaves the place. Myria said the broomstick that is usually located near the bed because it is always used before going to bed. When she found her husband's steps stopped, she continued saying, “You can hit me if you feel I have been ungodly because I failed to keep my husband's trust.”

Response not shown Space for a few seconds. At the tenth second, the man turned around. “Bring here!”

It hurts! Myria's heart heard Space's reply. He thought that the man would do nothing, but reality seemed different. Obeying orders and keeping trust are obligations, Myria said. His feet swung forward, then handed the broomstick to Angkasa.

“Turn and kneel!”

Myria quickly turned around and knelt her back. His face, which had not dried up, was wet again as tears kept dripping. Who would have thought his recklessness had invited Angkasa's anger to a point like this.

“Open your hijab and make this a lesson!”