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Relented

"O you who believe, avoid most prejudices, for some prejudices are sins and do not seek the faults of others"

[Al-Hujurat :12]

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People say giving up does not mean we lose, because sometimes we have to give up when we feel sane. Dinan had just been quiet in the room. He looked at the wife's face with sadness.

Early this morning Amira was still talking to him then his wife fainted and had a fever. He did not know the exact cause, but he felt guilty when his wife needed his presence.

Dinan gently stroked the wife's face, he remembered. Earlier, when Dinan woke up his wife to pray Fajr Amira just looked at him and cried. Dinan became increasingly guilty, especially Amira who did not want to open her voice at all.

Dinan turned his head towards the door as he heard the door open. She saw her mother and sister standing quietly at the door.

"Why Bun? Come inside!" Ifa led her mother into the room. Dinan stared fixedly at the face of the mother who also felt guilty.

"How is he doing?" Dinan smiled slightly.

"Amira's still sleeping, she's still not waking up." Dinan looked back at the wife's face, it felt like he was in pain when he saw the helpless weak body. It felt like Dinan was replacing all the pain from Amira, because he was sure that his woman was very hard facing life.

"Forgiving Mother, last night actually Mother saw something unnatural from Amira but Mother tried to be indifferent." Dinan smiled.

"Nothing's wrong, Bun. This is his destiny. Doesn't it hurt God's way to ease sin. Just pray Amira's patient in dealing with all this." Dinan said calmly.

Mother Dinan then approached Amira and stroked her head gently. "Labaksa thohurun InsyaAllah. Shakil." Then he kissed the daughter-in-law gently. .

"What's your fever, Mas?" ask Ifa after agreeing to the mother's prayer and she also said the same prayer.

"Having declined. No need to worry."

"Should we call a doctor?" Dinan looked over then shook his head. He still has trauma with medical-related matters. Don't anymore, just not what he's going through right now.

"At least if our doctor can know the pain." Dinan turned to look at the mother with a sad eye.

"No Bun, no more." Dinan said it firmly.

"I will not allow Amira's body to be entered by various kinds of drugs that are not clear. No." Dinan was firm on his stance. He loves Amira very much, but that doesn't mean he's not willing to take risks. It's just that he doesn't want what he used to experience to happen again.

"Mas, dad used to be his destiny. Don't beat all doctors equally." Dinan still shook his head.

"I will make Amira recover in my own way, no medicine or anything that enters Amira's body except what is definitely needed." Ifa clucked in annoyance, she knew full well what a stubborn Dinan would look like about the medical world.

Ifa realized, this was not Dinan's fault. In the past, he was immature so he could easily blame ignorance and not accept fate. But now he is an adult, it is unfortunate that Dinan's attitude has not changed.

"Yes, Mother must go down. Kasian Maura takes care of Hasna." Dinan looked towards the mother. He nodded slowly, then he grimaced when he realized a reality.

"You too, better get down. Kasian Maura feels alien in this house." Ifa throttled at the tone of the expulsion from the brother.

"Say you want to be alone with Mira." Ifa sneered at Dinan's childish behavior.

"That's you know," Dinan commented casually.

"Already, you're not childish." Dinan pouted as his mother defended his sister, while Ifa looked at Dinan with her arrogant face.

"And you Ifa, don't like to tease your Masmu." Dinan chuckled at the surprised face of Ifa.

"Kok so Ifa goes wrong." Ifa did not accept the mother's words.

"You are wrong. Already, go down and get your mama porridge, later when she wakes she can eat immediately." Ifa stomped her feet and left the room first.

"Take good care of your wife, here she comes with you." Dinan nodded steadily. After driving the mother to the door Dinan again sat on the side of the bed then he grabbed the Qur'an and read it quietly.

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Amira felt a heavy weight in her eyes, she had ordered her brain to open her eyes but she was unable to. Amira continued to try until the sense of hearing that she had heard the words of the verse of God so beautifully and tartil.

Amira was full, she was sure that she really had that beautiful voice. Yes, it was the voice of an Ardinan Nawwaf, her husband. Amira starts to open her eyes and adjusts to the fairly bright light she receives. Amira searches for Dinan's whereabouts and she can see Dinan sitting leaning on top of the bed, right next to her.

"Are you awake?" Dinan closed the mushaf he read and placed it on the table.

"What's wrong?" Dinan asked as he got up from his seat and picked up some drinking water on the nightstand. Dinan painstakingly helps Amira wake up from her sleep and bribes the water from the glass.

"Is it better?" asked Dinan while putting the glass back.

"Already," replied Amira quietly. Dinan deftly arranged the pillow to lean on Amira.

Dinan took Amira's hand then clasped it in his soft hand, it could be felt by Amira the warmth that radiated up to the body, as Dinan's big hand seemed to protect his hand.

"What do you think, Miray?" tanya Dinan brought her one hand styling Amira's hair.

"Nothing, just a little uncomfortable nausea." Dinan was surprised by Amira's words.

"In the meantime, warm up the porridge. You haven't eaten since morning when it's eleven." Dinan moved but his hand was held by Amira.

"Why?" ask Dinan astonished.

"Why did Mas Dinan do this to me?" Dinan was surprised by Amira's question.

"We'll talk later, Mas take the porridge first." Dinan took off Amira's hand and lifted the bowl on the table.

"I don't like porridge." Dinan turned his head towards Amira who he thought was a little different. Amira deliberately does all this to attract Dinan, she wants to know how much her husband feels about doing all that to her.

"Be cooked soup then." Dinan walked out of the room while Amira let out a long sigh. He did not know the exact reason for Dinan but the one he currently did not understand, why did Dinan turn warm again? It's very different from last night. What was last night a dream?

Amira rounded her eyes, she realized that it could be that what she had known last night was a dream. Because Dinan seemed full of love to take care of himself. Amira immediately turned her head in all directions, she wanted to make sure that what she saw last night was not just a dream. Amira gets out of bed she walks towards the bathroom and washes her face. He did not forget to take a shower and change his clothes.

Amira was silent for a moment in front of the bathroom door when she saw two suitcases arranged in a corner of the room, she shed tears when she realized that everything she felt last night was not a dream. But the reality is.

"Why you?" Dinan immediately put a tray filled with food and then approached Amira who was crying bitterly in front of the bathroom.

"Darling, is anyone sick?" Dinan asked in a worried tone, really he felt uncomfortable with Amira's attitude besides that he also felt tired with all the good things of his body and soul.

Dinan immediately lifted Amira's body and sat Amira on the sofa. He only observed Amira's red face from the unrelenting crying.

Dinan gently stroked Amira's cheeks, she wiped away the tears that had soaked her cheeks. Dinan sighed, thinking that the angry one should be him because Amira did not contact him and told him that she had fallen unconscious at school yesterday.

"Why you?" asked Dinan gently. Amira just kept quiet while sobbing. Dinan pulled Amira's body and hugged the wife channeling all the flavors she had.

"Cry when it's good for you. And speak up if you already think I exist." Dinan said that slowly, even very slowly because his current body was far from healthy but he tried to stay strong because he realized that he was a husband.

Amira took off Dinan's embrace then looked at Dinan, Amira could hear Dinan's words. She knew the tired tone expressed by her husband.

"Sorry," said Amira making a wry smile imprinted on Dinan's lips.

"But Dinan was also wrong." Dinan looked at Amira then he nodded.

"Yes, it's wrong. I should have called us yesterday after I was told by Ifa that Doni was calling. Or at least I went back to calling Doni didn't ignore it. I'm sorry." Dinan said that until one crystal fell from the well of his world.

She styled Amira's hair and then she kissed Amira's forehead. "I'm sorry, God willing, I promise I won't do it again."

"Don't promise, if Mas can't keep up." Dinan looked at Amira then he smiled.

"Mas will always try to keep the promises that have been given. You clearly know who Mas is?" Dinan hugged Amira again and felt very guilty. It's only natural that Amira has been living there since because her wife is sulking.

"You should also promise to tell Mas everything, and one thing you need to know. God is jealous if you weep not because of fault or fear of Him, but to the world excessively. So don't cry if you're innocent." Dinan said that to his wife gently. Then Dinan unraveled the embrace and wiped away the rest of Amira's tears, not forgetting that he had kissed the two eyes that had been the source of water since last night. He felt guilty for not being able to make his wife happy, it made the wife cry.

"Now eat, I want to bring the two suitcases down." Amira turned quickly towards Dinan.

"I don't want to!" amira quickly shouted. Dinan looked surprised at Amira's words which were quite loud.

"But it has to be, honey. We don't want to, but we have to." Dinan said that with great pressure. Dinan was very surprised by the expression shown by Amira, he did not expect if this kind of thing would be obtained with all the decisions he thought he had thought carefully.

"What does the Mother say is not true?" dinan said softly while carrying two suitcases out of the room. While Amira can only be silent, inevitably she has to give everything.

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