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Am I Hallucinating?

Yudha came home happy, of course. It was unexpected that he had managed to steal the kiss on the woman's cheek.

Ah, just a kiss. But it had managed to make some of his soul float away. It was like finding a valuable item that had been lost - even if only to that extent they made physical contact. Not the unification of the body as they once did.

What is it like, it feels like the person who is really falling back in love?

Vita was indeed pouting and beating him. But not frowning in the sense of the word big anger. Even with his chatter just now, he did not look to the heart to scold him.

“Ray, help Papa, Son. You have to help Papa so that Mama will return with Papa again,” muttered while looking seriously at the streets he explored.

About forty minutes, he finally arrived at the front of the house. Umi Ros greeted him with a smile on the doorstep.

“Umi's worried that you're not coming home. Where to go tomorrow,” said Umi Ros as soon as Yudha got out of her car. “Res from anywhere?”

“Custom, Umi,” Yudha replied with a smile. The two entered in embrace as they usually did.

Umi Ros was great, he managed to educate their two sons so they were very close and very open with both parents.

“What's the good news?” asked Umi Ros after seeing her face. “Or have you guys referred?” he smiles.

“Numbered, Mi. But now it's much softer than before.”

“It looks like your struggle will be heavy. But don't worry. Women are happy to fight. Just keep moving forward. Sucks face. It's okay if you look low this time. Later he will surely melt.”

Yudha nodded. The burden that was on his shoulders had begun to decrease until his body again looked filled and excited.

“Eat first, end this later Umi help pack your clothes. Umi want to pray, Bi Retno, continue Pak Satpam as well. Later noted yes, his prayers let's not forget.”

“I want to leave too. In order to quickly get a mate,” said Alif who had already sat at the dining table.

“If there is a candidate just apply, Lif,” said Yudha after pulling a seat next to Alif. Umi and Abah also do at the very end.

Alif replied, “The problem is, I'm still not sure about him.”

“Why?” ask Yudha again.

Alif put his shoulders. He's fretting with you. The girl ... likes to take her crazy.

“Change only match you with Abah's friend's child,” Abah said.

Different from usual, the atmosphere of dinner really feels warm tonight although there is still less. Umi Ros glanced at the empty seat beside Yudha. There was no more son-in-law there.

“Don't play match-making, Abah. If any parents are to blame. Let it choose itself according to its beliefs,” said Umi later.

“But choosing yourself is also not necessarily true,” Abah said as she looked towards her second son. “Look at the looks of it. Not her unconvincing woman, but the face of our son.”

Umi and Yudha suddenly laughed until they almost choked.

“You are this guy's face with a slipper,” said Abah again making the look of Alif's face become more sour.

How is it not convincing?

His hair is shaggy, bearded, and his appearance is very fickle. He really likes to wear torn jeans and a rather shabby t-shirt. It is very different from his brother who is always dressed neatly and also fragrant at all times.

Umi commented, “Try that you shave your hair, Lif. How long have you been looking like that. Ugly viewed. You are the descendants of Abah Al Fatir kok rich descendants of Fir’aun.”

“Yes Allah is strong,” murmured slowly.

“You are handsome, if you want to take care of yourself,” continued Umi Ros again.

‘Collapse like this alone has been a lot of chasing, especially if it changes appearance. Not knowing this Umi, her inner’ grumbled yet full of confidence.

“Beauty what not, Bah?” tanya Alif, then added, “Had a Vita-like taste. Beautiful, young, independent, not spoiled, poko—” has not had time to finish talking, plate mat directly drifting. Yudha threw it so that the two adult men were taboo against each other.

“Aaahhaaaaa jealous of him!” His sister really likes to mock until Yudha is getting angry.

***

The journey has begun. Now Yudha and Abah Haikal have arrived at Jeddah airport after airing for approximately ten hours.

Yudha's task here is to accompany Abah Haikal as a muthawif in entertaining worshipers. Working together with the tour guide, to create an atmosphere to make it more fun and tired a little disguised.

Sometimes he also replaces filling tausiyah if indeed he is tired. Maybe because at the age of not young anymore—then not infrequently Abah complained of pain in his legs that have experienced liming.

Umrah plus takes thirteen days, depending on the additional travel package desired, for example to Turkey, Dubai, or to Al Aqsa.

Yudha enjoyed this service. It is a golden opportunity to draw closer to the Creator. He acknowledged how far apart he was between himself and God so far that his life was so messy. If he involved God in every problem, surely his life record is not so.

There is always wisdom behind everything. For something that God has given to his servant will never be in vain. Everything must contain extraordinary wisdom, but we alone cannot quickly understand it.

For a moment Yudha recalled the great event that almost took her life at that moment. Had the incident never existed, surely he would still be in the shackles of Rahma and also her family—and for sure she would have been harder to get Vita and her son again.

***

Two weeks later.

Vita has been in her hometown for a few days now. The house was clean when he arrived. Because the day before, he had asked his cousin for help cleaning the house. They also met yesterday, just asking for news and seeing the baby. Yeah, thats. They are not too close!

It was very cold this morning. Rayyan was still asleep in her room after staying up last night. The baby's sleep hours are not regular. Vita still has trouble if for this one problem.

Vita smiled opening the side window of the house. Fresh air greeted him.

In front of him was a rather spacious courtyard overgrown with long-unkept weeds. Salak trees are also still widely scattered around here, because this area is indeed the largest producer of pondoh salak in central Java.

On the left, just behind the house, were vast fields spread out and clear rivers. More precisely the river he had once visited with Yudha. It was there that they first made physical contact until she fell in love.

The eyes were closed in order to remember clearly the details of this love journey. No matter how hard he tried to forget everything that happened, but still could not. Vita is not someone who easily forgets.

I don't know how long he's been locked up. His eyes flowed down through the tears. The woman was saddened by feeling the overwhelming void. He misses her so much right now. The shadows when they were together always haunted him endlessly.

Can it? Can he divorce that man?

What about his son Rayyan? What would he tell her when the child was an adult - if they really broke the rope?

But ten minutes had passed, he gasped as he felt his arms curl around his waist. Vita turned her head and turned her body.

Between conscious and unconscious and unable to contain himself, the hand cupped the handsome face of the man in front of him. “Am I hallucinating?”

He shook his head, “No, it's me. I came here since. But it seems you are daydreaming until you hear nothing.”

Vita was still silent in her shock. His eyes were glazed. A few minutes later, Vita closed her eyes as Yudha gave her soft forehead.

“After I've been away for some time, do you still want to ask for a divorce from me?” yudha asked in a soft and melodious voice.

“Didn't you miss repeating these times?” he said he leaned back in his face to kiss his lips. Makes his body shiver instantly.

***

To be continued.

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