WHEN I MISS PRAYER

Episode 38 - New Family

After spending a long night with friends, the morning greet again to start the day. Since dawn, Asma and Ainun have been helping Mother Zulfah make breakfast. Several times they went back and forth to put food on the table.

"asma, you made tea for me to Farhan." Said Mother Zulfah.

"mom's coming, right ?" Ask Asma.

"yes you dong dear, mother's time interracial." Reply Mother Zulfah.

Ainun just smiled while wiping the dishes.

Asthma walked forward carrying a tray containing two cups of tea with small plates.

"alhamdulillahop. Our chatter friends have arrived." Ustadz Hasan.

"you're drinking tea, right?" Ustadz Hasan asked Farhan while putting a teacup for Farhan.

"drink, dad." The answer.

"asma.pardon me if I wrong you." Ustadz Hasan said to Asma while holding his arm.

"asma went in, yeah, yeah." Asma that leaves right away.

"father.it's okay if asthma still hasn't received me, let me who will try to melt his heart." Farhan.

"i hope she can be a good wife to you, Farhan." Ustadz Hasan said as he sipped the tea in his cup.

"as time goes by, father." Reply Farhan who took a cup of tea.

It is not easy to replace a name that has long been engraved in the heart. Even if it erodes it, it will only leave a scar that will remind you of the pain you feel. It may be better to keep it in a frame of memory, which at times if remembered will cause a smile, not tears.

"ka'll.." Sapa a girl who has been neat with Muslim clothes she wears.

"liya..." The reply, which had been daydreaming on the bench of the park while waiting for his arrival.

"sorry I'm long." Liya.

"nothing." Answer Kirei.

"youdh yuk, we go." Said Kirei who got up and grabbed Liya's hand to hold it.

They were at one of the cafes where Kirei and Asma used to gather, a cafe that Liya had also visited with Asyam.

"Love clapped that hand. The more powerful I am to erase, the harder it is for me to forget." It was obviously Kirei who was daydreaming while playing a straw.

"love kaka not clapping one hand. You guys used to like each other, right ? maybe it's time for the heart to take a break from the wrong love. It's better to let go than to buy time and make memories deeper." Reply Liya.

"i hear you love asthma. But doesn't asthma already have a candidate ?" Ask Kirei.

"just like Kaka, his heart must rest. Not because love is wrong, but love at the wrong time. I also try to let go and forget. Accepting with air and shaking it is more pleasant, than to continue to drift in sorrow." Liya.

"oh yeah, is asthma back at home ?" Ask Kirei.

"alhamdulillah already, ka. He also came to teach." Answer Liya.

"mmh. if that's what I should see him all alone." Kirei.

"pamit ?" Said Liya, surprised.

"oh. yes I forgot, I also want to convey to you. I want to say goodbye, maybe next week I've gone to Japan. I'm back in charge there." Kirei.

"want me to go home with asthma ?" Ask Liya.

"mmhh. can." Answer Kirei.

The day that had been avoided had finally arrived. Time does not stop as we want, so the best thing is to prepare. This is the first meeting after Asthma is conscious from a coma, the first meeting for Asma to meet the in-laws. Somehow and what kind of in-law attitude towards him. When his son marries a girl he doesn't even know, especially when he's on the verge of life and death. Just because of the hand gesture, Father and Mother accepted his proposal. I don't know what made both of Farhan's parents agree.

"assalamu'alaikum, ma'am.." Said Farhan to meet the mother who was preparing in the dining room.

"wa'alaikumussalam." Follow him happily.

"you...why are you here ?" Farhan asks when he finds a girl who is not part of his family welcoming him.

"farhan.don't do that. This isn't the first time Xena's been here." Mama Fara.

"it's not the right time, ma for him to play here." Farhan.

"mas.nothing." Say Asma while touching Farhan's arm.

For the first time Farhan heard the call from the mouth of Asthma. It was not the feeling of resentment that enveloped his heart, it instead turned into a sense of happiness.

"welcome to the new house, baby." Mama Fara.

"know, this is xena Farhan's best friend. Mama's sorry, if her presence bothers you." Mama Fara.

"asma doesn't feel disturbed." Smile with a smile.

"it's a pleasure to meet mas farhan's best friend. I'm asthmatic, his wife mas farhan." Asthma talks introduce to Xena.

Xena's face turned grim, her heart was irritated.

"tante, xena take the rice first to the kitchen." Xena.

"yes." Mama Fara's.

"you rest there in Farhan's room." Mama Fara.

"mama is done ? no one needs asthma help ?" Ask Asma.

"anything you rest. Mom's done with it soon." Obviously Mama Fara.

"mayo asthma." Take Farhan.

Asma and Farhan walked side by side towards Farhan's room on the upper floor.

"are you sure I can go into your room ?" Asma asked as she arrived at Farhan's doorstep.

"why not ? you're my wife." The answer.

Farhan opened the door and let Asma inside. Asthma looks around, neatly arranged things. The room is elegant, black and white.

"must I fox ?" Ask Farhan.

"is there something you don't like ?" Ask again.

"why should it be changed ? why ask my favorite ? this is your room." Evidently.

"when I married a girl, this room was mine and my wife's." Strictly dealing with Asthma.

"whatever it is, wouldn't I rather discuss it together with my wife ?" Ask.

Asthma gulps and breathes in while stepping back and walking towards the door to the balcony of the room.

"can I open this ?" Ask Asma.

Without answering, Farhan opened the door from behind Asthma's body. While panting Asma stepped up and enjoyed the view from the balcony of the semicircular room.

"a beautiful sight." Asthma Vocabulary.

"do you like it ?" Ask Farhan.

"why always ask that ?" Asthma asked back.

"i just want you to feel comfortable, because this will be where you live right now." Farhan.

"may I ask you something ?" Asma asked towards Farhan.

"say..." Reply Farhan.

Although the earth is vast, it is not impossible to bring together..

even if we are far away at the point of view..

if the name is written, destiny will work in its way to unite us for no reason...

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