WAITING FOR LOVE BETWEEN THEIR LOVE

Chapter 42: POV Husna

There was one sad word that read..

...Every meeting...

...there must be a farewell...

The words mean that not always someone can accompany us in joy or sorrow. Sometimes we have to let someone leave us.

Yes, loss is one of the processes in life.

In this life, everything will suffer loss.

Whether it's because of parting, not matching, going far or dying. But rather than protracted in sadness, mengikhlaskan can be a way to survive. Of course, it takes more strength to work.

But for me, a person who is just happy to have the trust of God, to recite something that has returned to HIM in this way, is hard.

We can write a thousand farewell words. But all we feel is one, loss.

I know, as a Muslim, I should not be too late in what has gone and returned to Allah.

I smile during the day, but when night comes I can no longer hide my sadness.

Losing a child is the most devastating and painful experience. Especially for someone like me who hopes that the presence of a baby can strengthen the bond of love and I get sincere love from my husband. Unfortunately, the universe does not approve of that.

The strange thing about devastating loss is that life does not stop going. When faced with a tragedy, a loss so great that it doesn't know how to get past it, somehow, the world keeps spinning, the seconds keep going.

"Husha..."

Ah that soft voice broke my daydream that was staring at the bustle of city life.

I smiled and turned my wheelchair around. The middle-aged woman who already loved me like she loved me remembered herself, walked towards me and immediately bowed to wipe away the tears that were still left.

"Sadness is the last act of love that we must give to our loved ones. Where there is deep sorrow, there is great love." Her speech.

"I love her every day. And now I'm gonna miss her every day." Oversimplifies

Look son, I even love you so much even though you are still in the womb and not yet fully formed.

"Divine destiny can never be denied, for it is the prerogative of the Khalik. Death and life are pure His ordinances, therefore as ordinary men, we are asked to rely and not give up in asking Him for guidance."

"Son, Mama knows you who have felt happy waiting for the baby to be born into the world, but in the end the baby did not survive to arrive at his new home, then try to wipe your tears and rearrange the day. Out there, not a few parents who have lost their baby with various events."

"Hiks. hiks, forgive Husna ma. Husna is too late in this grief."

"Living in this world is not eternal. Likewise with what we have in life such as family, property, and position. There is a time when these things will disappear in the blink of an eye that indicates that there is no eternity. When the child or baby who has been waiting to go to the Divine so quickly, then do not be busy condemning the situation or grumbling that life is not fair. Understand and believe that the child is the care of the Almighty, so the heart will be calm and not dissolve in sorrow when the day of loss arrives. Because all this belongs to him."

One week has passed...

I chose to stay with Mama for a while, it feels like I still can't accept the calamity that just happened to me and my future baby.

Plus, I was so fed up with Helena's overindulgence and always used health reasons as a weapon to melt Alvino's heart.

I've heard of Helena asking Alvino for 500 million in money on the grounds that she would use it for surgery.

Yes, although this seems selfish and not suitable for such a Muslimah. Only, I am not Aisha and Khotijah who can keep smiling and strong even though the storm continues to hit.

"Darling...,"

Behind the sadness that I was feeling, there was a certain happiness created between me and Alvino.

Alvino comes and steals me even though he never stays with me. At least I still feel like a wife loved by her husband.

What kind of love do I get? I don't know because only Alvino can answer that.

"What are you doing?"

I smiled as I closed the translation Quran I was reading to keep myself busy so that I would no longer think about the future baby who had now returned to Him.

"Mas, when will I have the chance to be able to spend the night with you?"

Mas Alvino smiled as he held these two cheeks and landed a kiss on the forehead.

"Alhamdulillah if you want to spend time with your husband."

I have been smiling ever since I decided to stay with my mom. I want to spend the night alone.

"Would you like to spend the night with me?" I asked gently who was replied to a nod of the head by Alvino.

"The Almighty gives man a new leaf every day. If today you feel very sad, then make it sad it goes away the next day. Remove your grief, and live tomorrow with a smile. The storm must pass, as well as the moment of losing the baby you love will gradually become a memory of grief that once stopped in your life. While still given life by the Creator, we should rise from sadness and be prepared to shed color in the next new days." Mas Alvino said while releasing the hair ties that I always wear.

In his caress was a long hair that I never cut to the length of the thigh.

"I look forward to that day, where we will together paint beautiful colors in our journey of love."

"After the oath of allegiance is pronounced in marriage, it means there is a responsibility to look after each other has become the obligation of lovers. Husna, will you be my lover?"

"I know this sounds crazy and it may be too late. But, these are sincere words from my heart to you, my heavenly angel."

"When the two of us are together, nothing else in this world matters to me. The greatest happiness in life is to be with you and to know that I am yours forever." I said while kissing the back of Alvino's hand.

"I'll do everything for you. Don't want me to see you sad because I'm now responsible for your happiness."

It was the second romantic night after my husband had promised to love me as his wife.

I felt that my hope of getting sincere love from my husband was drawing near. Hopefully, this time the universe will bless it.

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