Muhasabah Love

Rival's wedding plans

“Alhamdulillah, Mama happy to hear it.” Madam Nasita's smile is perfect. Getting good news from the son-in-law about the health of the son, certainly something to be grateful for. She stroked Myria's head which was still covered in a veil. “How about you, Honey?”

Myria looked down inside. His two hands clenched in his lap and squeezed his robe without a care to cause a tangle. He shook his head slowly. “Sorry, Bun. The only recommended way is only surgery to open the fallopian tubes. But Myria is scared.”

Immediately replied, Mrs Nasita chose to be quiet for a while. It was not an easy matter for Myria as the woman admitted the flaws in front of the family members from the husband's side. The fifty-year-old woman grabbed Myria by the shoulder, then gave a warm embrace. “No pa-pa. Mama will always pray for you. See you and Kasa are happy, Mama is happy too. There are too many painful things to remember all, Mama hope there will be no more as bad as before.”

Reflex tears trickle. As often as mother-in-law and Angkasa said it was okay, in fact Myria's heart could not be that strong. Not only from the family who gave support, Friska and Faiza also did the same. But again, his heart was not too big.

“Bun.”

“Ya?” Madam Nasita's hand loosened as Myria withdrew from the embrace. He rubbed the son-in-law's eyes with his thumb. “Don't cry, Honey. Soon your father and husband will be home. They'll be confused to see you like this.”

 Myria immediately wiped away the trace of tears on her cheeks. He looked at Mrs Nasita seriously, then took a moment to turn right and left. After feeling safe, Myria tightened her seat.

Grasping the two hands of Madam Nasita, Myria's lips began to speak softly. “Mother, help Myria ngerayu Kasa to get married again.”

Like being hit by a storm surge from the middle of the ocean, Madam Nasita's consciousness rolled without direction. His body suddenly stiffened with lips and eyes that were equally round.

Aware her mother-in-law was in shock, Myria pulled a glass to fill with water. Then, he gave it to Madame Nasita. “Mother, drink bentar.”

Like a life being forcibly uprooted from the body, Mrs Nasita received a glass with a blank look and mind. Myria's words were beyond belief. Even though he had expected a grandchild, he never thought to ask his son to have more than one wife.

Three-quarters of the water from the glass was gone, Mrs Nasita gradually came to her senses. The maroon girl cupped Myria's face with teary eyes. “Tell me Mama, why do you think this way, son? Mama to the surprise of hearing your request.”

The serious attention from Madam Nasita made Myria fixated. Her beautiful eyes blinked in order, while her two lips remained silent. The touch of the mother-in-law's hand on the cheek brings a warm and comfortable feeling, Myria then piled her hands there.

“Munda.” Starting to say, Myria slowly pulled Madam Nasita's hand down and kept it in her grasp. “Myria is just a Kasa peeper can grow up to be a father like a man in general. Myria is not pa-pa if she has children with other women as long as it is tied to halal status. Honestly, these few months, Myria nemenin Faiza and so like Ibrahim. Unknowingly, this heart also wants the child to belong to Myria.”

The shock of Mrs Nasita was repeated. “Subhanallah, Darling. Abraham still has a mother. This feeling that arises in your heart may be a whisper of the devil. Every human being must have an attitude of hasad, but the man of faith does not show such hasad because it will save in the heart. Be patient, honey, and don't compare yourself to others too often. Ibrahim may be a booster for Faiza, but you also have Kasa and family as reinforcement to undergo the test.”

“That's it, Mommy, please tell Kasa that if you marry Faiza, she can have children and Faiza also has a husband. Myria had never thought of this before, but when she saw Faiza with Ibrahim, Myria's mind changed. Mother help Myria, yes.”

Not yet able to answer, the sound of greetings from outside stopped the two women's chatter. Mrs Nasita rushed out and greeted Mr. Aji who had just returned home. Myria came behind him to greet him.

Myria nodded. He smiled faintly and let his two in-laws pass. Not until ten minutes alone in the living room, the sound of a motorbike from outside was heard. He moved and immediately went into space to welcome the Space.

The helmet and mask came off, Angkasa smiled and gave a kiss. One hand reached out, then led Myria in. “You go home directly?”

“Nginep here how?”

“Oke.”

There was no suspicion at all, Angkasa behaved as usual until the night after eating together, the man was called his mother.

Space itself because Myria first to the room because it wants to do an unfinished sketch. Miss Nasita, Mr. Aji and herself left in front of the living room. The television lit up among the three people, but Mrs Nasita suddenly turned down the volume.

“Kasa.”

His mother called, Angkasa turned and replied.

Mrs Nasita changed the sitting position into a sofa with the child. Then, he continued to talk carefully, “Myria told Mama that you need to marry again.”

Angkasa and Mr. Aji were compactly stunned. The two men looked at Madam Nasita seriously.

“When did he say that, Ma?”

“Sore. At first he just told Obgyn yesterday check results, but it ended like that.”

Stuttering space. His breathing began to roar as his hands clenched. For the umpteenth time, Myria made the man's patience contaminated.

Without giving an answer to the mother, Angkasa immediately stood up and threw a sofa pillow until it fell to the floor. He rushed to the room, even climbing the stairs with a run.

Mrs Nasita chased after her because she wanted to prevent it, but lost quickly. “Kasa, don't come to him. You're emotional, son!”