Muhasabah Love

Graduation day

Myria's two eyes widened. His embrace stretched and stared fixedly at Faiza, while his former senior in the office just looked down while crying bitterly.

“Please me, My. Let me get what my mother-in-law wants.”

Myria shook her head. “No! Can't! He can hurt you.”

“If with my pain he can calm down, I don't pa-pa.”

The talk of Faiza further made Myria dumbfounded. After almost two years of not meeting, why did Faiza look different?

In the past, although not long together, Myria can guess Faiza who is good at carrying herself. Faiza looked so calm and compassionate in Myria's eyes, but now she seemed desperate.

“Za, God forbid creatures to harm themselves. Wrong what not, you have the right to save yourself.”

“I don't pa-pa really.” Faiza pulled herself up slowly. There was a stifled ache while moving because of the former operation last night. The woman had yet to fully recover, but the in-laws had already come carrying a commotion.

“Ma, I'm sorry if it's all my fault. I'm also sad to lose Mas Ramdan, but I can't do anything.”

The flustered lady of those raging flowers stared at hate. He came close to Faiza, but was arrested again by people. “Remember, yes, you are nothing more than an unlucky female carrier!”

“Astaghfirullah, Mistress.” Myria said it. “Faiza is also a creation of God, can you talk like that?”

In the storm of grief and hatred that fused in the chest, indeed not everyone could take advice, including Faiza's mother-in-law. The woman did not care in the least about Myria's words and instead joined in directing the same hateful gaze. “You know nothing! I don't need advice from a little kid like you!”

The space that had been holding itself back since then finally intervened. The man rolled up the sleeves of the shirt and approached the wife. He grabbed Myria's shoulder, then interrupted. “Excuse my wife, Mistress.”

Myria's eyes rounded hearing Space's words. She looked up, but ignored her husband.

Angkasa further said, “My wife does not know anything. But the Madam's high tone offended me as her husband. Please, whatever it is, it can be discussed. I know you are sad and do not accept the fate of your son so seek an outlet. But, I need to suggest also if all this has been the decree of the Creator. Want like whatever you're angry, you're cursing or something else, your son won't come back.”

The room suddenly quiet. Space is still trying as quietly as possible. “It is better than scolding your son-in-law, it is better to pray for the deceased. Indeed in this world there will be no one ready to be left behind by loved ones, but God as the owner of everything we can not about. I know sincerely it is not easy, but try to vent your sadness with more useful things. Here not only you are sad, Faiza is also.”

The long broad talisman of Angkasa is able to silence the mouth of anyone who is still there. Faiza's mother-in-law was silent and did not comment anymore. The woman left without saying goodbye or saying anything else.

Everyone who had gathered was immediately expelled by the nurses, remaining Sakti and Mrs Nasita who were still in the doorway. The two men finally entered in order to see Faiza's condition.

“Za ..” Myria approached the bed while shaking her head. “What really happened until you gini?”

Faiza exhaled after hearing Myria's question. He returned to tears and was wiped away. “Yesterday night, I was the same accident husband, My. There was a truck speeding in the opposite direction and it crashed brutally. Mas Ramdan did not have time to avoid because all of that happened spontaneously. There was actually a car in front of us that almost got hit first, but God still saved the car. The driver turned left and we behind were shocked. That Abis, I can't explain. The incident was very pleasant it felt.”

Myria's legs felt limp suddenly and her body almost drooped on the floor. However, lucky Angkasa quickly caught on.

Not only Myria, Angkasa and Sakti are both surprised to hear the chronology of Faiza's experience.

With quivering lips and teary eyes, Myria asked, "Za, are you the pregnant mother that the nurse took to the ambulance?"

Faiza looked astonished. "You know me? Were you there at the time?"

"If your accident is on the highway at the tollgate and it's midnight. The car in front of you keeps bumping into the roadblock is Sakti's car. I'm in it."

Myria's speech made Faiza's two eyes fully rounded. "Oh God, Myria. You were also the victim of the accident?"

"Yes." Yeah." Myria's reply made Faiza cry even more. The two women finally hugged without continuing the conversation.

Angkasa stood quietly behind his wife, while Sakti and Nyonya Nasita were silent.

Seeing the condition is not conducive, the nurse mediates. "Mrs, sir, let's get out. Let Madam Faiza rest."

"But ...."

"Sstt ...." Angkasa imprisons Myria in an embrace. "Sakti, you, Faiza and also Mama need rest. Don't think shit."

Myria was close to protesting, but Faiza first agreed to the words of the nurse and Angkasa. The woman promised to contact Myria later after getting enough rest.

Inevitably, Myria agreed. Whatever Seiba is on Faiza, he should know the limits.

The room was quiet again after everyone left. Faiza looked far away and still lamented the departure of her husband. "You should have seen your son grow up, Mom. Be ill. My heart hurts, you stay gini. I don't have anyone anymore. What do I have to do now?"