THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE

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Sorry just came back. Yesterday Azka and Eyang followed, sick. It's not healed yet, anyway. But a little bit dry.

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The sun has moved west. The heat no longer stings. Even the twilight wind greeted gently.

The originally whacky sultry had changed coolness. Especially for those who have washed the water wudu. As the current Via feels. Although the family musala does not have air conditioning, he still feels coolness.

After praying asar together with Bu Inah and Mbok Marsih, Via deliberately linger in musala. He was trying to calm the turmoil that was happening. Understandably, only this time did he part ways with Farhan after their wedding reception.

Over 30 minutes of Via sitting on its alphabet. His mouth was unceasingly reciting dhikr. His heart felt calmer.

He returned to the room feeling no longer troubled. He took his phone. Just as he was about to check, there was an incoming call he received.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Via without seeing the contact who called. He thinks Farhan made the call.

“Waalaikumsalam. Where are you from, Via? Mother phone from earlier kok not lifted?” There was the sound of Ms. Aisyah from across the street.

“Sorry, Mother. Via just finished Salat Asar,” replied Via.

“Have you heard from your husband?” ask Ms. Aisyah again.

“Not yet. Plane landing schedule at 4pm. Via is also still waiting for news from Mas Farhan. What about Eyang Probo?” Via asked back.

“Alhamdulillah, Eyang did not have a serious heart disorder. Indeed, now you have to maintain your diet and activity. Maybe the day after tomorrow you can go home.”

“Thank God then.”

“Down close first, yes. Please let me know that Farhan has already given word. Assalamualaikum.” Ms. Aisyah ended the call.

“Waalaikumsalam,” Reply Via. He checks incoming messages and calls.

After all the messages he replied to, he intended to save his phone back. However, the intention he paused because there was a notification of incoming messages.

Farhan

[Mas just arrived. Later Mas give you more news after meeting Dek Azka.]

Via smiled with relief. She immediately replied to her husband's message.

[Yes. Careful, yes!]

Then, he told the news to Ms. Aisyah.

***

Wherever Via steps, he always carries a cell phone. He was worried that there was news from Farhan and he did not immediately find out.

The emptiness did indeed seem to crush Via's heart. Although he never imagined the Farhan's union, but the destiny line united them into husband and wife. Shared habits make something incomplete when separated.

A sense of love, affection, grows with their frequent togetherness. Missing also follows the love that is intertwined. That's what makes kangen whack even though it's only a matter of hours they split up.

The same thing happened to the man who was in the hospital to visit his only sister. Farhan also intends to make a video call after knowing Azka's condition.

“Dek, I'm out first to tell the house. Here the signal is rather ugly, afraid of dashing. It's okay, isn't it, I stayed a while?” pamit Farhan's.

Azka nodded. After all, he had been used to being independent all this time. From yesterday also often left because only one person is waiting.

Farhan headed to the park not far from Azka's nursery. After finding Via's contact, he immediately made a video call.

“Assalamualaikum, Hubbiy,” greet Via with his sweet smile.

“Waalaikumsalam. Love is fine, right?” asked Farhan impatiently.

“Iya, fine. That should be so Via. Kan Hubbiy who just traveled far,” said Via.

“Kan is worried about Mas's beloved. Remember, Love is pregnant. Careful, yes!”

“Iya. How's the Azka Deck? What pain is he?” ask Via.

“Doctor hepatitis words. It can actually be treated at home. But, Azka mutah-mutah continued until less fluid. Hence, he needed hospitalization to recover his condition through infusion. God willing soon he can go home.” Farhan explained.

“Aalhamdulillah's. The Probo is not bad either. Mother said the day after tomorrow can go home.”

“Why?” ask Via.

Farhan seemed to take a deep breath, He was silent for a moment.

“This concerns the issue of plantations. Deck Azka had already told him about the problem that occurred. Most likely there is indeed embezzlement of funds, but do not know who the person who did it. It's pretty complicated. Hopefully Mas can cope soon.” Farhan explained in an excited voice.

Via felt Farhan's unrest from his tone. She also tried to comfort her husband.

“Hubbiy spirit, dong! If Hubbiy is enthusiastic, God willing, Hubbiy's efforts are faster to produce results. Don't worry about us. You can take care of yourself, though. There are fathers and mothers too.”

“Iya, Mas believe. Yes, we will connect again. Maghrib's back there, right? They close, yes. Assalamualaikum says. Mmmuah,” said Farhan ended with lip movement advanced.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Via accompanied by a fluffy smile.

Via put down his phone. Unconsciously his lips formed an unbroken smile. His fussiness had evaporated just like that after communicating with Farhan.

The shadow of a handsome athletic figure danced in his mind. The soothing sweet smile was able to leave Via spellbound. The softness of his attitude makes Via always want to lean himself on the figure of his beloved husband.

Azan magrib scattered the reverie of Via. The mummy rubbed his face. He rushed to musala.

After Isya, Via prepares his needs for tomorrow to the office. After everything was ready, he opened his laptop to check the report. He deliberately did not do it in the workspace because he was alone.

The concentration is crumbling when you hear the tone of a phone call. He thought Farhan was calling. However, from his ringtone Via sure wasn't Farhan.

“Assalamaicum. It's me, Edi,”heard a voice across.

“Waalaikumsalam. Oh, Mr. Edi. Who's number is this?” ask Via astonished because there is no name of the caller.

“This I borrowed a friend. Signal's a little hard here. The card provider I used was not supportive. “

Via breathed a sigh of relief hearing Edi's explanation. He had a bad guess.

“Mas Edi is okay? Have you and I already set out Mas Edi's plan? When do you want to apply for Mbak Mira?” Via strapped Edi with questions.

Edi laughed and got so many questions.

“That's what I'm going to tell you. Earlier, I apologized because my plan was not until one week I was back. However, there is a bit of a problem here so until now I have not returned. Our project no problem?” Edi asked with a worried tone.

“Alhamdulillah everything is fine. Mas Edi what's the problem?’ Via curious.

“My stepfather did it. I was not going to ask him for his blessing because he was not my biological parent. But, mother forced me to ask for blessing,” grumbled Edi.

“Iya, Mas. However he was a substitute father Mas Edi. Then, what's the problem?”

“I told her who Mira was and how her family was. My stepfather disagreed. He wanted me to find a wife from a rich family. Fucking matre! It took me days to convince the deacons that my choice was right. Alhamdulillah, I agreed,” said Edi.

“Thank God then. Edi could have a quiet wedding. When is the plan to apply Mbak Mira?”

"Mom's 2 weeks away from proposing to Mira. As for my father, I don't care if he comes or not. " Implicit feelings Edi so bland when offending his stepfather.

"Hopefully, Mas."

"Aamiinu. God willing, I just returned because the ticket message was late for the day."

"It's okay. The important thing is that Edi can solve all the problems well and come back again smoothly."

"Thank you for your support Via. I closed it first, yeah. Assalamualaikum."

He answered, "Waalaikumsalam." He put his phone back.

Via's eyes returned to his laptop monitor screen. He wanted his eyes to get tired and sleepy.

***

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