THE BEST BROTHERS

S3 Love For Them Chapter 5 "Before Going"

We got home, I got Dio and Shifa to get out of the car. They're grown, I can't carry him anymore, especially Shifa and Dio are among the children who bongsor once stature. They woke up from their sleep and immediately entered the house.

"Dio, Shifa, wash your hands and feet before going into the room" I called out to those who walked quickly towards her room.

"Yes mother" they answered in unison.

I went into my room, I continued to remember my beloved husband. No one can replace Arshil in my heart, no, and never will.

"Syil, I miss you, I'm sorry, I left our house, I can't if your brother like that keeps going, let alone Brother Mira is too jealous of me."I said in my heart.

My brain twisted what happened once, while with my husband, reminiscing about the good times with him. And, remembering the last moments with him. Yes, his last request was to have me wear a hijab. So beautiful was her request, and I heeded her request, the next day I immediately put on the hijab when leaving for the office.

*Flashback On*

The night after dinner, I sat on the front porch of my house, with my beloved husband. He looks so handsome, beyond his usual days. Yes, he is very handsome. But that night, he was completely different, very different. His face was bright, clean and handsome. Until I couldn't take his eyes off.

"Why see me continue like that?"ask Arsyil.

"It's okay. You're so handsome, honey." I said.

"You know what, I'm handsome?"he said while teasing me.

"Nis."call Arsyil.

"Yes."i replied.

"Actually I want to give you something, but I'm afraid you're rejecting it." she said.

"Give me what?"I asked as I looked at my husband's truly handsome face that night.

"You promise you won't turn it down?"ask Arsyil to make sure again.

"Have I ever refused your gift, dear?"my many. He just shook his head.

"Then what are you afraid of? I've never refused all your gifts, the origin of your gifts, from halal money, baby." I said.

"Yes, let's go to the room" Arsyil said.

Arsyil took my hand to the room, we went into the room and I sat on the edge of the bed. Arsyil opened the closet and picked up something in the closet. Heart-red paper bag, yes, he took a heart-red paper bag in the closet. He gave it to me.

"Please, don't refuse?"pinta Arsyill.

"No, I may refuse a gift from my husband" I said, smiling very sweetly and sitting beside me.

"Can I open it?"my many.

"Please."said him. I opened the red paper bag, I took something inside the paper bag.

"Hijab?"my question is in my heart.

"I want you to wear that, baby."ask Arsyil. I shed my tears, my chest is really tight, this is what my husband wants to give me. She really wanted me to wear a hijab.

"Yes, I'll wear it. Sure, tomorrow I'll wear it, thank you, baby."My tears are dripping more, I can't hold these tears. I hugged my husband tightly, as if I were feeling he was leaving me.

"Why crying?"asked Arsyil in a gentle tone and wiped my tears. Dai kissed my forehead, my lips and my eyelids.

"It's okay, tomorrow I'll wear this. Thank you, this gift of yours means more than anything." I said.

I hugged my husband tightly again, I was really scared of losing him, so scared.

"Darling, we're on vacation tomorrow, huh?"bring Arsyil.

"Tomorrow?"ask me.

"Yes the day after, we have a family vacation to Bali, you said you want to go there with me and the kids, haven't we ever had a family vacation?"said it.

"No other recommendation from you, where do you want to go?"ask Arsyil.

"Emmm.actually I want to go to Pangabatang Island, Maumere, East Nusa Tenggara" I replied.

"By, we'll leave the day after. He said vacation there is like being on a privately owned island, because Pangabatang Island is rarely touched by tourists." he said.

"That's it, there can win the soul, by seeing the white sand and clear sea water" I said by imagining already there.

"Yes, tomorrow we talk to the kids." I said excitedly.

"Let's go to sleep, it's night, the children have all slept" Arsyil said. He hugged me tightly, held me until morning.

The next day, I finished breakfast, I walked to my room and got dressed to the office. I remember the hijab that Arsyil gave me, I picked up a dress that matched the color of the hijab that Arsyil gave me. I took the tunic and cloth pants I used to wear to the office. I'm wearing it, and I'm wearing the hijab that Arsyil gave me last night. Before wearing the hijab, I applied natural makeup to my face.

Arsyil came out of the bathroom, looking at me in the mirror, wearing the hijab she gave me. He approached me and hugged me tightly from behind.

"Bidadiku, very beautiful, hopefully you can Istiqomah to stay hijab." she said while peeping my cheek.

"That's for sure, this is your wish, and I will obey, it's time I didn't reveal my aura, sorry I just got this done, baby." I said.

"It's okay, you're so pretty." Arsyil is peeping at me. I picked up Arsyil's work shirt, which was the same color as the one I was wearing, because we were going to Papah's office, he had to lead a meeting in my office this morning.

"Wear." said I.

"OK."he's wearing a shirt, I'm wearing an Arsyil tie. He looked at me, watching every inch of my face.

"Don't look at me like that." I said.

"You're so pretty, baby." she said.

"You are also very handsome." I immediately hugged my husband, having finished putting on his tie.

"Syil, I want to be with you forever. Don't ever leave me." I said.

"Yes, I will not leave you, unless, after all, God has already said. I'm still in Arsyil's arms. He rubbed my head and kissed the top of my head.

"Let's have breakfast" he said.

We had breakfast together, I told Dio and Shifa all about our vacation. They were so happy to hear it.

*Flashback Off*

My tears were unceasingly dripping down my cheeks, I really missed him, wanted me to go home, wanted to see Arsyil's tomb. I don't know when I should go back to Indonesia again. All of Arsyil's memories kept coming up one by one in my memory, especially our last moments, before Arsyil died.

I wanted to contact my father-in-law, I missed him, only he always understood me. I miss his figure that always strengthens me, when I was weak and slumped in the first time I lived Arsyil. I was in a deep depression, I often ran away from home to Arsyil's grave, even in the rain. I did that, and my papah-in-law was always looking for me, even though she had to fight the rain. I really miss my father-in-law.

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5Happy REJOIN.

sorry for just a little, the author is still sore.had just fallen from a motorcycle.😁🙏