That Cute Woman is my wife

Ibrahimian.

Under a shady tree, a 3-year-old little boy. He was crying withstanding the pain on the part of his knee that was injured from the fall. He looked at the wound while blowing to reduce the pain. However, the way it does not help, the pain is still felt.

The boy could not stand it anymore, he tried to stand up and walk home, but it was too painful to just move. Finally the boy sat back down, hoping his mother would come and treat his wounds as usual.

While across the street, a 25-year-old young woman was walking towards the sick boy. Anxious look was clearly visible from her beautiful face.

"Are you okay, son? I was looking for you. What happened to your knee? why get hurt?" ask the woman who turned out to be the mother of the boy earlier.

"Aim jatoh bu's. Hu, hu, hu."

The little boy immediately cried in his mother's arms as if giving off pain. True what people say, Mother is a medicine solace who is upset.

The mother hugged her son's body giving him warmth. He rubbed a wound that is not how big, but successfully hurt his son's physical, pain felt. Then he carried the kingpin's son with all his might. There is no feeling tired at all for a mother, if it concerns her son.

Now the Mother and the Son came to their two-story home. The most comfortable place they have. Mother took the medicine box and treated her son's wounds lovingly. He blew as if channeling love.

Before long the boy was smiling, as if he did not feel any significant pain, because of Mom's touch.

"Telimaki ma'am" said the boy, hugging his mother's body.

I gave her ice cream as a sign of affection. As usual, if his only son fell and was injured, he would give ice cream as a gift. Similarly, when sick, the woman will give ice cream if the son she gave birth to with the life bet, will take medicine until healed.

That's how their relationship is, when the son feels pain, then the mother is the cure. Warming up when the cold strikes. Treating when the body is injured. Calm as the abysmal approaches. That's how a mother is.

Mother is the first madrassa for their children, so make sure that Mother is the first to teach Alfatihah to her sons. The mother can be a doctor when the child is sick. Can be a chef when hungry attacking. Become a driver when traveling. Become a friend in joy and sorrow. That is how a mother should be. Just like this mother did to her beloved son.

Now there is no more sweet little boy with a puffed up body. He's gone for good. The mother stared at the navel of her son.

Abraham, that little boy was Abraham. Nisa remembers all the wonderful moments with her son. Sad and happy. That sweet moment cannot be repeated. Now the burly man felt no pain anymore. He doesn't even have to fight for love anymore. He only fought to account for his actions while living in the world to God.

Under the twilight sky, Nisa stared at the navel of Ibrahim. The ground is still wet. Flowers and prayer water sprinkled the tomb.

There were no cries from the 47-year-old woman. His tears seemed to be dry, even his tongue was groaning for a moment.

While in the same place, Akemi and Shella were no less sad. They also felt the pain of abiding by Abraham. Akemi did not know the figure of Ibrahim, but he could feel how good the man was and loved his wife wholeheartedly. Otherwise, he wouldn't have fought that far.

Shella held onto Nisa's shoulder while shedding tears. Shella knew how sick Nisa felt about losing her son.

"Tante, let's go home. Om's waiting for us in the car" said Shella.

Nisa did not answer Shella's words, she just nodded her head. Then I turned to look at Ibrahim.

"My son, Mom will visit you again" said Nisa as if asking permission to Ibrahim who is considered to be able to hear the sentence.

Nisa, Shella, and Akemi leave Ibrahim's grave feeling sad, but they have to let go. While the other mourners had returned first after Ibrahim was buried. While the father of the man was accompanying some of his colleagues who were sorry for the departure of his son.

**

After Ibrahim's funeral, Akemi and Shella return to their apartment. Shella still didn't open her voice. Even just smiling cannot be done. She was so moody, it seemed that Shella was still reeling over the departure of the man who had given her that love.

Akemi felt sad when she saw the gloomy-looking Shella. She also felt anxious, because there was one life in Shella's womb.

"Darling, I made you some porridge, huh?" bargain Akemi after a while ago after cleaning up.

"No, I'm tired. I want to sleep" replied Shella, laying her body on the bed. The woman lay her back on Akemi. He shed tears as he remembered his moment with Ibrahim. It's very hard for Shella to accept the truth. Instead of denying the greatness of God, it's just that Shella is just an ordinary man who has a sense of sadness and hurt. He is not an angel with a pure and sincere heart. He is a sinful and filthy man.

There was no sound from Shella. Akemi can't do anything. He just kept quiet while hugging Shella from behind. He knew very well that what his wife needed right now was a warm embrace.

No human being is perfect, no Akemi, no Shella, and no reader, especially the author. We are all filled with sadness, and always make mistakes, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Then do well before the end of it. Because no one knows when the angel of death took our lives.

If you feel guilty, lower your ego to apologize. If you still have debt, then pay it off before the angel of death comes. And if you still intend to comment difficult, then think thousands of times. Remember, when you point at someone with your index finger, remember that three fingers point at you.

To be continued.