Tafakur Love Mualaf

Play Swing

Fiha and Hasbi had reached home, and saw Shansa being carried by Yunah. Fiha took baby Syansa, from her grandmother's comfortable caress.

"Mom, we're planning to find a baby sitter to look after Syansa" Fiha said.

"No need, let me take care of him. After all, the boutique business has employees and employees." replied Yunah.

"Back from college, I'm going to the boutique, too. There's Ali too, who sometimes helps" Hasbi said.

"Yes, thanks to the cooperation of all boutiques more and more crowded. I will give a bonus to Ali, who has been diligent in promotion. Many of the resellers were Ali, which attracted buyers." Yunah explained.

"Yes ma'am, great idea. That way, Ali will feel his hard work is appreciated." Hasbi said.

"Yes Hasbi, that's right." she replied.

Fiha changed the diaper of baby Syansa, who was already dirty. Then after studying Surah Al-Baqarah, to calm his heart and mind.

Hasbi and Fiha left the house for a moment, after Fiha finished teaching. Fiha sat on the swing, then Hasbi pushed him from behind. Fiha inhaled a breath of fresh air, while smilingly expanding.

"In this life, having you is the most beautiful gift. You are the wealth of everything." Fiha looked at Syansa's face.

"His daughter is funny father yes, it seems comfortable in the sling of Mother." said Hasbi.

"Dear, I'm the only Mother of Syansa." replied Fiha.

"No one else will be his mother" Hasbi said.

"Hopefully, I hope you don't remarry. Although, if I'm only this young." Fiha smiled meaningfully.

Hasbi pushed him slowly, so that the swing was not too heavy. He did not want Syansa to fall, despite the strong sling ties.

"Darling, what time are we home?" ask Fiha.

"At 17:30." replied Hasbi.

The oak! The oak! The oak! The oak!

There was the sound of Syansa crying in silence. He seemed uncomfortable, so he was busy giving the code. Only by crying would others understand. That there is a little one, who gives voice to the world. Explain the discomfort, even if a little.

"Honey, let's buy some food." Hasbi bargained.

"You're serious, you want to eat with me" replied Fiha.

"Worthy of anyone, you are my wife" Hasbi said.

"Yes dear." replied Fiha.

They set foot, wanted to buy something. Not far away, just a few centimeters from the swing. The fried meatball seller, is right across the street.

"Mas, the meat's ten." Hasbi said.

"Split or just put together?" ask the man.

Hasbi and Fiha sat in a chair, waiting for the food wrapper to be given. A sign that it is ready, when it is given to him.

"How Much Bang?" ask Hasbi.

"As usual, only ten thousand." The man smiled, towards them.

Hasbi pulled the money tucked away, among other sheets of paper. The brother received the paper, purple in the pattern of the picture. Hasbi and Fiha's footsteps, continuing to go to the place they were.

"You want to eat alone, or am I a bribe?" ask Hasbi.

Fiha smiled sweetly. "It should not be asked, I want to be fed without being offered again."

"Start arbitrarily yes." joked Hasbi.

"To be sincere, hummh..." Fiha was singing his lips spoiled.

Hasbi fed food to his wife's mouth, then chewed slowly. There is a feeling that begins to stick to the tongue, slurping into the throat. Running into the intestines, then towards the stomach.

"How dear does it feel?" ask Hasbi.

"Alhamdulillah is good, while there are teeth. This is a gift from the Almighty." replied Fiha.

"Right, baby, if our teeth disappear any food feels tasteless. Look at Grandma across the street, being fed porridge by her son." Hasbi pointed to a woman.

"Yes Hasbi, that's an example of life." replied Fiha.

”As in the letter Ar-Rahman, which repeated thirty-one times. Fabiayyi Ala Irobbikuma Tukadziban which means, "then which favor of your Lord do you deny?” inner Fiha.

The next day, Fiha met the woman again. The tattooed woman he had helped when he fell off the bike.

"Hi, are you here too?" ask Fiha.

"Yes, I happened to be going to the workshop. My bike's broken, so the trunk's about to fall. Right driven, it can endanger others." he replied.

"Oh yeah, what's your name?" ask Fiha.

"My name is Zesi." she replied.

"Other times, we learn together." haggard Fiha.

"May, share knowledge with each other" he answered.

While Hasbi, chasing Ali who avoid him. Since this morning, Ali has not spoken to anyone.

"Why are you avoiding Ali, I'm not feeling good. Just tell me, if I have a mistake?" ask Hasbi.

"Again, please let the human body go away. Let him empty the world, that he may smile in tranquility. Understand one thing, that alone is not always about sadness. There was a cool smile, which was engraved at the corner of his lips." Ali replied flatly.