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What Fate Has Been on Him?

Vita's hands were still trembling. His heart was still beating three times faster than usual. He immediately let out tears. Unbelievingly.

Vita realized she was overreacting to this. Is this also what the expectant mother out there feels when she first finds out about her pregnancy?

He looked at it once again that accurate result. Two red lines, clear, not faint. Still in a sitting position, Vita has not decided to move from the top of the closet for fear of falling if he stands or walks. His body was still very limp and trembling.

“Hurry home, Mas. I'd like to see how your reaction will be.”

Nano-nano taste. Happy, haru, sad, at the same time confused into one. He is still twenty years old. Can she be a mother at this young age?

Vita had never discussed the issue of the child before with Yudha. Vita realized that her domestic life was busy in content with fights that had no benefits. Though what he wants is not so—but always a lot of problems that make this relationship is on the verge of damage. His emotions continued to swirl without end caused by one feeling, namely jealousy.

And what became sad was his status and also his shared love story. It will be hard in the future. Frankly, he wanted Yudha to be more inclined towards him because of his present condition. But the request seemed too grandiose. For Yudha had a woman whom she loved more.

The woman melows. For some time, he let himself cry alone to vent all his emotions.

“I admit, I was stubborn. But I'm weak in love affairs.”

Many times she thought, her household would be fine if not if her husband had not married Rahma.

In the middle of the day, he heard the door being knocked. Gegas Vita went to open the door and welcome who came.

“Assalamualaikum.”

“Waalaikumsalam, Mi.” Vita kissed her mother-in-law's hand and accepted what she was carrying. A box of food that smells really good. “Wah, what is this? It smells good.”

Umi sits in the living room which happens to not be too neat because Vita is ruffling it, arranging synthetic flowers into a vase.

“That's a brisket, Umi who makes. Because Umi remembers you, so Umi to come here,” he replied while touching what Vita was working on. “You put it first, gih. But don't shut it down, yeah. Wait until it gets cold first, only you close.”

“Iya, thanks, Mi.” Vita's headed to the back table. Put the gulai there. Then close it with a cover that is shaped like a net.

So that the smoke from the gulai can still come out. Vita bit her lower lip. Suddenly he wanted so much when his nose smelled good food. He's suspected. Even before she knew she was pregnant yesterday, she did not feel this way.

“Propay yes, baby. It's not time for you to eat. I want to see Umi first,” muttered Vita patted her stomach.

“This flower is beautiful. Where to buy?” ask Umi Ros as soon as Vita comes out. “Vas flowers also.”

“Buy the same Mas Yudha in Ace Hardware yesterday, Mi,” replied Vita. “Umi want? Same flower vase too?” bidding offer.

“Umi would like, but this is yours, just this much anyway. How if we just go there,” invite Umi enthusiastically. You could say, he is also a lover of flowers or ornamental plants.

Vita smiles without being able to refuse the invitation of her mother-in-law, “Bby, Vita is also bored at home continue.”

After changing her clothes, Vita locked the door. The two walked together into the old house to pick up a car. Right in the living room, Vita accidentally met her honeymoon sister who was older than her age.

“Vita, where are you going?” rahma asked, realizing that the clothes Vita was wearing were not home clothes.

“I want to go to the florist,” Vita replied.

“Same Umi?” ask Rahma to make sure.

“Iya.”

Rahma's gaze seemed to dim. Although unnoticed by Vita.

Afraid of being considered as disrespectful, Vita also mince words to invite the woman. “You are coming with Mbak?”

Rahma shakes. “I'm at home only.”

Umi left the room after she changed her clothes. In his hand was a bag and car keys. He drove himself to the location. In less than twenty minutes, both entered the market.

“Umi just found out, loh. Here there is Ace Hardware,” said Umi Ros invited him to talk in the big market. “Vita know from whom?”

“Yesterday I went to Mas Yudha's office, Mi. I saw this place home, kept asking to stop by.”

“Luckily this place is far from our home, yes. Otherwise, Umi can go back and forth here three times a day.”

Vita smiles. Like taking medicine, he thought.

Sorting through the two talked so warmly. Like a child and a mother. The two are even occasionally seen laughing while hugging when discussing Yudha's childhood and also Alif which sounds funny.

Vita did nothing much less trying to curry favor with Umi Ros. Not at all. Vita is not a hypocrite. He only treated Umi Ros like his own mother, considering her mother was gone.

They were there long enough to go around. They came back when the clock was showing at three in the afternoon. That means they've been gone for more than two hours.

Upon arrival at the house of Umi Ros, they were greeted by Rahma with a rather sour face. And this time it was realized by Vita even though she did not respond too much.

“Needles is all down yes, Mi,” says Vita intends to go from there.

“Already,” said Umi replied. “Tomorrow here, yes. Help Umi arrange flowers in this living room. Let's see what his name is?”

“Esthetic,” Reply Vita.

“Ah yes, that means.”

That closeness further adds hurt and envy to a Rahma. In the long night. The woman often cried herself, seeing that most of her life had been taken away by Vita. Because of that, all of which suddenly changed.

She still feels she has all her husband's heart. Not with her mother-in-law. Something has changed since they got married. Rahma always felt that she was the one who started. Rahma felt herself always asking first. Rahma always took the initiative first to do many things in this house. Her in-laws' concern for her was diminished.

Rahma felt Umi Ros looking at her with different eyes. If at the time with Vita, he seemed to talk a lot, telling and also asking for opinions. Another to him that is precisely like having a distance, or a high barrier wall. Rahma was astonished. Before marriage, their relationship was not. Whether true or not, but this is how it feels.

***

Right at terminal three Soetta, looks a handsome man authoritative (tour leader), announced his gratitude to all travelers who have chosen his travel services. They had just arrived after airing for approximately twelve hours. From Istanbul.

All returned safely with nothing less. There was only a slight problem: there was one of the adults who was sick. But it has been directly handled by medical personnel who are deliberately provided to accompany them during the trip.

“.... Okay, for the announcement I'm closed. Until we meet again on the next trips, wassalamualaikum warahmatullahiwabarakatuh.”

The forty people scatter out of the terminal to find their invitation. Yudha was picked up by her sister. He had waited a long time there before his brother landed. Until finally Alif saw Yudha out, then approached him with sunglasses.

“Go home, Bang?” alif asked when they were on their way home.

“Then where are you going?”

“Continue descending where?”

“I want to see Umi first.”

“Oh Rahma?” ask Alif to clarify.

“Umi ...”

“At Umi's house there is Rahma. So automatically meet Rahma first.”

Yudha. In such circumstances, he was confused. Who exactly should he meet first. Is A what B? But he thinks this decision is right. Yudha met Uminya first.

Upon arriving at the house, Yudha was immediately greeted by Umi and her Abah. The man also shared souvenirs from there that had been bought and a little story about his trip this time for a week.

“If coming to Turkey is still better. There are still many mosques there. So we have no trouble just finding a place to worship. Different if we come to other countries, one of them is Korea. Even to find halal food, it feels very difficult. They look at us very strangely and alertly. Because they think, people like us are conspirators of theorists,” said Yudha at length explained. He was in the living room with the rest of the family. They also listened to the story of Yudha from the beginning to leave until he arrived again here.

“Iya, Bang. Right. Just trying to be difficult. All closets there are not provided water hose. They were never cut down after they threw away their wishes,” said Alif joined in saying while chewing the food in session.

Abah interrupted too. “Just be it they don't know unclean, don't know dirty don't know halal or haram. Most of them are not religious. All religions teach goodness and cleanliness. How lucky we as Muslims were born here.”

“But are they satisfied, cleaning themselves only in such a way?” Umi Ros asked.

“Yes, it is because they are used to it,” replied Yudha.

“Well, here are my concerns regarding general Travel travel in our country for Muslims. On average they think less about the problem of eating, praying, and rarely make visits to places of worship,” said Alif commented about his views on general travel in this country.

“This is our opportunity to expand the network, Bang. Incidentally, Indo is the country with the largest population of Muslims. If not wrong until 86.7 percent,” continued Alif again.

“Tumben your brain is straight,” said Umi Ros smiled proudly while embracing her youngest son. “Say you want to continue S2 in Yemen, why not be hm?”

“Fear of Umi kangen Sama Alif. Missing is hard, you know. Let me just.”

“Halah! Reason alone reason.”

Alif first chuckled, followed by the others.  

The four of them were still telling stories and sharing experiences of many things, before Yudha ended her chat, then went upstairs to clean up and met Rahma in her room.

It's very possible that the man hooked his wife there. As he used to do to Vita during the day or at unexpected times. That's how the man channeled his longing.

A few hours passed. Without any intention of reducing the time with Rahma, at the time of the evening, Yudha asked permission to go to see Vita first.

“He was waiting for me, just wanted to see me that I had arrived home safely, that's all,” said Yudha giving Rahma understanding.

“Go, Brother. It's okay, I understand. Just like I felt, she must be worried about you too.”

“Good. I'll see him for a minute.” Yudha kissed Rahma's forehead before leaving the house, meeting her first wife.

Yudha smiled as she watched the woman open the door. Welcomed her with a very sweet smile and stretched out her arms to hold her so tightly.

“Thankful ... Finally Mas Yudha came home too.”

“Yes, I arrived here this afternoon. Sorry, I'm late to see you.”

“It's okay, Mas.”

Yudha also gave him some gifts that he bought similar to his first wife. Only the color is different. As much as possible the man will be fair to both of them.

Actually Vita wants to deliver the happy news now. But today is not the right time because Yudha will spend the night with Rahma. So he had to wait three more days just to get his happiness in full.

***

Day by day, he was impatient. She kept imagining how she would react when her husband heard the good news.

Now that day has come. Vita is getting impatient. He walked back and forth with his heart pounding. One hand held the stick of the urine test that he checked yesterday. While one more hand stroked his stomach that was still flat.

Until finally, Yudha also came with a small bag, and his equipment worked. The man looked very happy when he entered the house. I don't know what's going on with him so he's ceaselessly smiling.

“You healthy?” yudha hugged and kissed her cheek.

“We are healthy,” replied Vita gave the code. But this was still not realized by her husband. “Mas Yudha looks very happy. What the hell is it?” ask Vita very curious.

“Iya I'm so happy, Vit. Because I'm going to be a father,” he replied with a smile.

Hah, where did Mas Yudha know? The Vita wondered. Still silent, waiting for the man to continue speaking.

“Rahma is four weeks pregnant. Last morning checked and already checked to the doctor as well.”

The deg!

At once his heart seemed to be split upon hearing this confession. His hand void touched his own stomach and instead moved like he was just being airborne. His smile instantly faded, changing into such a hot heart.

He was completely banged from his expectations being too high. In an instant his feelings became hollow. Empty churning. It's pitch-dark.

Silently, Vita thought about all possibilities; later, what kind of bad luck would befall him!

***

The To Be Continued.