WEDDING THORN

SILENT

After establishing the heart, Asna will follow the flow of her husband. He had also vacated all day for Arkan.

"What time are we leaving, Mom?" ask Asna while taking clothes for her husband.

"After dropping off Imel at school, Dik. He also made an appointment with his doctor." Arkan had previous communication with the doctor. In fact, since yesterday asked about the problems experienced, through his coworkers.

Asna's heart froze. Her husband searched for information until he had made a schedule with the doctor without her knowledge.

It's just, Asna resigned to what the results will be. I don't believe in medicine and only a miracle can help. There may be mistakes in him that are not realized.

"Dispose of your negative assumptions, sister. There's no harm in trying." Arkan grabbed Asna's arm and grasped it tightly.

Asna was fixated as if the man knew what her heart was feeling. There were a lot of negative thoughts in his mind. But whatever the power, she is just an ordinary woman.

"Yes, Mas, that's why I went to Imel's room first, yes. Worry he's sleeping again." Asna left Arkan. He did not want to discuss what only made his heart sad.

Turning to Imel's room, it looks like he's been bathing and neat turns out. Glad to see the development of Imel growing up. Although not from his womb, but the love for him is so great.

"Today Mother and Abi are driving you, huh?" asna said slightly tidying up her arms, her uniform folded.

"Seriously Mother?" Imel looks sumringah. It is rare to be able to attend school by both parents.

More often he was delivered by one of them, but Imel never complained. She is grateful to have parents who care about her.

Asna nodded. There was a sense of haru seeing Imel who was so happy. He is self-conscious, if the time with Imel is only a little. Morning to evening, always spend time in the boutique as well as the store.

Sometimes until night if lots of impromptu orders. Like yesterday, a thousand dried bread seeds, which must be made overnight.

It's not easy for Asna. Moreover, she is a wife who has a husband and children in her home, they also need her.

However, all can be overcome with the attitude of Arkan that can calm Imel. He could no longer say, seeing Arkan who contributed well in his household affairs.

After eating and preparing provisions, Asna immediately rushed to the destination. Deliver Imel to school, then to the hospital as Arkan's destination.

"Mas." Asna's hand held tightly. Cold sweat was already pouring out on his body.

"Bismillah, yes. There are people who always support you." Arkan braced, grasping Asna's cold hand.

The car drove to the hospital, his hands were not released and left tied until he arrived.

"Let's get down!"

Asna. Then, get off after the car door has been opened by Arkan. How his heart was untouchable seeing Arkan's so sweet attitude towards him.

After following his steps with hands that continue to be embraced, it is not even surprising that many pairs of eyes are watching him. Asna did not care, he was convincing his heart to be able to deal with the doctor who would handle it later.

Asna's body trembled violently, her footsteps so slowly as if not ready to enter the room. The smell of the drug that burst made his heart tight to breathe.

"I'm afraid of you." Asna hesitantly continued her steps, until it stopped a few seconds before entering the room.

"It's okay, honey. Everything's fine." Arkan reassured even he was very sure if Asna and himself healthy.

In the room, Asna performed a test procedure in order to perform a baby tube like her husband had. He did a hormone test to see if it was feasible or not to continue the baby's tubes.

An hour passed, Asna waited for the results of the tests that had been done. He can only hope and not hope much. In addition to waiting for the nervousness of her heart that goes up and down, Asna told her colleagues to handle the boutique today. Incidentally there are customers who want to take orders and have Asna prepared at her desk in the room.

"Mother Asna Khanifah."

The sound of the doctor calling back made Asna sigh resignedly. The husband who was on standby also grabbed Asna's shoulder to go back into the room.

Sitting face to face with the doctor, Asna listened carefully. Asna's smile rose on her face, waiting for the woman's doctor to open her voice.

The deuugh!!

Like being struck by lightning. Asna's heart again collapsed and thousands of atmospheres again struck him maliciously. Disappointed, definitely. This is what Asna doesn't want to listen to.

"But calm down, low hormones do not rule out the possibility of getting pregnant. Everything can be done with God's permission" the doctor explained to the two couples in front of him.

Various explanations and questions were thrown, between the doctor and Arkan make Asna increasingly discouraged. It feels free and just disappointed that he got. Even his lack of condition makes himself unable to undergo the process of baby tubes.

After leaving the room, tears returned. Asna ran away leaving Arkan who was still in the room.

"Sik, I understand how you feel, but please don't be like this." Arkan grabbed Asna's body from behind.

"Your own hearing, right? if I'm having trouble getting pregnant," said Asna with quivering lips. Then turned around and faced her husband.

Staring fixedly at Arkan's hopeful face. He tried to strengthen his heart full of energy. Grasping her arm tightly gave Arkan a warm touch to her.

"Now I beg you to accept my offer, Mas." Asna again begged and raised his request yesterday.

Giving up is no longer a way to survive. Moreover, the words of the doctor were quite clear in front of Arkan. Although the possibility can, either when and only time can answer. No one can guess and be sure, because God only knows.

"Please pray Istikharah first. If the answer is no, you can reject it, Mom." Asna reaffirmed. She convinced her husband to reconsider.

Because Arkan had heard for himself if what he wanted, the results failed and there was no longer a way that Arkan could propose, all small possibilities except the miracle of Allah SWT, which gave a miracle.

***

Later that night, Asna taught Imel to do the work and Arkan had not spoken at all since the conversation after the examination.

He became quiet and still friendly to her, just a little talk like never before.

“Mother, again quarrel with Abi, yes?” babble Imel innocently. He glanced at the two adults who were silent to each other.

“Now, Honey. Mother same Abi, fine.” Asna answered what it was. Perhaps Arkan was strengthening his heart to digest his wife's rather heavy request.

“Abi, Abi is angry with Mommy, yes?” Now Imel had risen and sat down beside Arkan, struggling spoiled as ever.

Arkan immediately glanced at Asna. There is a bad taste to be in a situation like this, even Imel himself felt awkwardness between his parents.

He did not think, why his wife was so enthusiastic about doing this. Arkan did not want to agree to the ridiculous offer.

“Who said? We're okay, ko. Yes, Mother? Here, Bun,” take Arkan to look at his somewhat awkward wife. He did not want to involve Imel with adult problems.

Asna immediately got up and pulled Arkan sitting in his lap, while Asna rounded her eyes wide because of the attitude of the husband that should not happen when in front of Imel.

“Ih, Mommy is already big why on my bench, Abi.” Imel protested to see his favoritist Abinya.

“Biarina. This ‘kan his wife Abi.” Arkan deliberately grabbed Asna's body, and instantly his heart warmed, facing such a complicated problem in his head.

“Ih, Abi, Imel also want to be hugged,” said Imel jealous.

Asna also chuckles at Arkan's ignorance to make her daughter jealous. As a result they fight each other, which Arkan wants Asna, while Imel wants to release his hand so that Arkan can embrace Imel.

Their closeness is indeed indescribable, like a father and his own son, because his love has grown since childhood and the love of the first daughter is with his own father.

Asna's heart became clouded and her mind grumbled. “Yes God has my request been correct, asking my husband to remarry?”

“Mother why silence?” Imel realized the residence of his mother.

TBC.