Muhasabah Love

Monica

“I'm downstairs, Honey. Cepet down.”

Myria immediately returned Faiza's son after reading the message from Space. The woman was saying goodbye and always saying tomorrow must come again. Every day, from the time Faiza was out of the hospital until her baby was three months old, Myria's routine was.

Faiza lives in Myria's apartment for free. He had wanted to go and find a simple contract, but Myria forbade. Myria said, instead of the apartment being empty, it's better to have someone waiting.

Actually Faiza did not feel good to Myria and Angkasa, but because it was forced continuously, the three-headed woman finally agreed.

“Still, Aunt. I've nemenin Ibrahim, beck here again, yes,” said Faiza in a childlike tone. He showed the child's hand waving at Myria as he led her to the door.

After Myria's death, Faiza sighed. There's a crackling in the chest every time he remembers the kindness he got for free. Myria is not who she is, but so cares beyond her own siblings without a second thought in helping.

It was getting dark when Myria arrived at the apartment lobby. He immediately got out and headed for the car in front of the courtyard that had been waiting.

“Hai.” The words were spoken as soon as she sat down beside her husband. One hand Myria pulled Angkasa's hand to kiss, then brought the head closer and got a kiss on the forehead.

“We go to the lab take your test results.”

Space nodded. She almost forgot that this morning she had a second sperm-ma checkup after her drug therapy was completed. Months of the process of picking up a pregnancy has been done with Myria, but there are no signs yet. Space does not talk much or talk about children. He only lived out what the wife wanted without wanting to hurt if it was discussed too seriously.

The results were not taken in the laboratory for long. Finished from the reception, Angkasa and Myria went straight home. Both of them had no show to stop by or anything because the azan magrib had reverberated.

“Let's see it. Shower first keep praying.”

Myria according. A white envelope bearing the name of the laboratory was placed on the nightstand near the bed, then he went to the bathroom to clean himself.

Magrib salad, dinner is over, until the time to rest, Myria just remembered about the results of the examination that had been stored. The woman pulled the envelope and sat leaning against the bed.

Space enters the room with the laptop on. His eyebrows immediately lifted when he saw the wife so seriously pay attention to a piece of paper. When his gaze shifted slightly, the man knew what the wife was reading.

“Good back?” Different from Myria who was so curious and impatiently waiting for the results of the examination, Angkasa just relaxed without burden. In the mind of the man did not want to expect too high. Whether there is a child or not, Angkasa does not think about it.

Getting Myria again was one of the joys Angkasa was most grateful for all this time. His determination to wait nine years and bear sweet fruit was enough to satisfy the heart without having to demand the Creator for the child's matter. However, she knew Myria's mind was different from her, so Angkasa continued to undergo a pregnancy program solely so that the wife was calm.

Myria. His serious expression instantly changed his smile.  He approached Space then stretched out his arms and hugged tightly. “Good, thank God.”

In Myria, Angkasa smiled. A kiss is given to the wife's head, then rub the woman's back with one hand that does not support the laptop.

“Tomorrow to Obgyn. Now sleep first.”

A new hug came off, Myria returned to the bed and leaned back. The space beside him sat quietly with eyes focused on the laptop screen finishing the job.

“Hm?” The space junk stopped. He looked slightly to the left where the wife was leaning her head to the arm. “Do not overthinking, My.”

 Myria did not respond and said something else. “This week Friska time lahiran. She doesn't want to be a mother. Masyaallah, yes.”

Space removed the laptop from the lap because it had to pay full attention to Myria. There is something that the woman thinks about every day when anything has been owned.

“You're jealous?”

“Nggak.”

The short answer from Myria made Angkasa sigh. Enfold the wife's shoulders to provide warmth and comfort. “That child is a pretty heavy trust, dear. Remember the Prophet Muhammad's word that the barren are not childless. The barren according to the Prophet is a parent of many children, but his children do not benefit after his parents died.”

Myria's lips curl up perfectly hearing the words Space. The words of the husband is not just a sentence of entertainers, but he also knows the hadith.

Patted Myria's back gently, Angkasa continued to say, “We live life that can only be in two ways. Patience and Gratitude. Be patient with our tests. You are patient, you are sincere, just as God has ordained. I don't want you to focus too much on what you want to forget what we already have. God is fair and you have to be sure of that. Never pawn faith just because of the world, Habibati.”

Like being hit by a drop of ice water, Myria's heart instantly cooled. His two eyes stared fixedly at Angkasa's face long enough, then ended up drowning in an embrace.

There is an undeniable sadness when discussing heredity. Although Myria knew the problem was with her as well and not just in Space. However, as a woman, she also wants to immediately have a baby.

“Ka ..”.

“Hm?”

“If I ask you to marry again how?”

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...-To be continued-...

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Hadith reference that Space says:

"Rasulullah once asked his friends: “Do you know who is barren?” The companions replied; “The barren person is the one who has no children”. Then the Messenger said; The barren man is the one who has many children, but his children do not benefit him after he dies.” (CHR. Ahmed)