Muhasabah Love

A negotiation

Myria's question froze Space's attention. The man in the oversize white shirt stared at the wife without blinking. He searched jokingly from Myria's face, but the man did not find the slightest.

Embrace loosening, Angkasa throw away face and pursed lips. His mind was not until this time to interpret the will of the wife.

“Ka.”

“I won't follow your will.” The sky answered quickly without turning away. His gaze was still straight ahead with the glare of his eyes sharpening. He will never forget Mr. Tirta's message when marrying Myria, where it may be possible to share the heart with other women.

“Why? Polygamy, right, no sin?”

“Sin if can't be fair.” The smell of the debate began to smell. It was seen from the way Angkasa spoke in denying his wife's opinion, quickly and firmly.

“But I'm sure you can be fair.”

In fact, Myria's next words did not calm the heart at all. The woman is still trying to remind and support the faith.

Space Patience tested. The man pulled his hand from behind Myria's back, thus creating some distance. “I have a lot, Myria. If I cannot guarantee heaven, why do I add dependents again? Polygamy is not just about property justice or love, but about my reckoning in the afterlife. I feel a lot of things that need to be sniffed from me.”

Space sounds are starting to disappear. His chest up and down regulated his breathing and emotions in order not to explode. “All things, starting from the position of leadership in the company, the position of the child in the family, and the position of the husband. I'm scared, Myria. I'm afraid to be an unjust husband even if you ask to be pitted. Don't say that again. Aren't you living with me enough?”

The long opinion from Space silenced Myria. His words that had been demanding, now disappeared completely to create silence. Myria stared fixedly at the husband's two eyes that looked sad and lost the radiance of happiness. He was stunned for a few seconds, before finally realizing that his request presented a wound.

“Ka .. sorry I.” The black lingerie-clad body advanced and engulfed Space. Two of her hands were tucked between her husband's arms.

Space fell silent for a moment without returning a hug. He was still trying to control himself and normalize the heartbeat.

“Kasa, sorry.” Feeling unable to respond, Myria repeated the words. Tonight, she won't be able to sleep if the husband is hostile. “I only want you to have a family successor, Ka. Even if there is a child in our family who is not from my womb, I would love him.”

The dizzy head of Space heard Myria's will. He closed down and took a deep breath to remain patient. Silence is better now than a night-time fight. His body was also tired, so there was not much power to argue.

Space pulled Myria from a hug. His left hand held his wife's chin to look up. The flabby pink lips were full of tenderness. “I'm sorry you.”

“What have you been doing lately until you have a polygamous mind? You forgot about Dad? I don't want us to be separated anymore. Enough of that, darling. I can't promise to be strong if I split with you again. Please, I'm asking you this time to understand my feelings. I've only been able to sleep more comfortably since we got married, Habibati. I want to live in the same family home without having to move to a mental hospital. Enough first, now don't.”

Myria buried her wishful thinking for a moment. Space Health seems like an important point here. Too busy and obsessed to immediately have children, unwittingly forgetting that her husband had a mental disorder. Selfish if he continues to force Angkasa to marry again.

The night passed differently than the usual nights. The space that was always closed after making sure Myria was sound, now it went straight to sleep and left Myria who was still awake. In fact, when I woke up in the morning and after running qiyamul lail together, the man did not talk much.

Realizing the change of her husband, after dawn when Angkasa had just returned from the mosque, Myria pulled the man onto the sofa. Given his full attention with the look of his eyes when he asked, “You are angry with me?”

Space shakes. “Ngapain angry?”

“Soal yesterday night.”

Lips back together. The sky watched the wife's face for quite a while. His gaze was so deep as if he could cast the shadow of his wife. “Do not discuss again. Go there to the kitchen and make breakfast.”

There is no rejection. Although not satisfied with Angkasa's answer, Myria went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast, while her husband went to the study to double check on work.

The clock on the phone is at number eight, the two people are out and ready to move. However, just as she finished locking the door, Myria's phone clinked.

The black mute woman checked the incoming message when she had moved to sit in the car. Worried that something is important, there is no harm in reading for a while. A smile rose on Myria's lips as soon as she saw the contents of the message that entered her phone. “Alhamdulillah, masyaallah, just yesterday malem was born, was born.”

Urung started the car engine, Angkasa looked towards Myria. The man approached before putting on his seat belt. “Friska lahiran?”

Myria nodded enthusiastically, not forgetting to show a photo of a tiny baby from her phone. “This! Funny, yeah. I'm going there.”

One hand of Angkasa grasped the hand of the wife. The black-blazed man shook his head.

Myria's joy disappeared and changed into confusion. “Why?”