Between Love and Love
The power of prayer.
Tara's phone is saved back. He continued his unfinished work. He busied himself not because of work that never ended. But he, deliberately diverted his attention from his mind that always terbesit the name of the Cloud.
"Why is it so hard to throw him in my memory. In the past, with Anton alone I wasn't like this. But we can still work together in the office and go always together. And my heart throbs as I think about it and say his name in my heart." Tara lirih.
Tara took many, many, many long breaths. He was getting confused about his feelings. It seems that staying away is the wrong thing.
The Jakarta
A man was sitting on a prayer mat. His prostration was so long he was telling God about everything he experienced. Is He not the One who throws the hearts of men back and forth? Only to Him he asks. Her prayers in her heart her tears dripped profusely soaked her navy blue prayer mat.
People say the worship of a lifetime is marriage. And Cloud wants to find the woman he loves as well as love himself sincerely because of God. One side he apologizes and the other side he asks to be united with Tara in the sacred bond of marriage.
Can it all materialize? Will one of them succumb, or will both be hurt? One word of resignation. They will surrender all of them to Allah SWT.
Tara's heart rattled with prayers from the Clouds. Eyes not staring at each other, voices not greeting each other. The body is far apart but the heart is still adrift and trembling because of a prayer.
Next day
Tara felt her body fever from night. He wakes up with his morning routine. He took his rosary and he did his morning prayer. His body shivered a little but he ignored it. After almost an hour was over, he decided to go out of the room to take the medicine and take it.
"Tara, are you sick?" ask Ratna.
He asked when he saw Tara who wanted to take fever medicine.
"Here you get medicine, you rest in the room!" Ratna Pinta.
Because according to what Ratna said. He immediately returned to his room to rest.
Ratna took the fever-lowering medicine and he put it on the table. Then hurry to the kitchen and make Tara porridge and warm tea. After everything is ready to put on the tray and immediately meet Tara.
"It's eating, then it's taking the medicine!" Ratna's orders.
Tara got up and sat leaning on the back of the bed. His face was pale and his lips looked chapped. A lot of thought and fatigue are the main factors causing him to get sick.
"Yes, thank you mbak" Tara received the bowl containing the porridge.
Slowly chewing for the sake of chewing he swallowed with difficulty. Bitter on his tongue makes it difficult for him to swallow food.
"Why? You're not tasteful? What am I going to eat now." asked Ratna.
"Ngga wants nothing mbak. My tongue is bitter so it feels lazy to eat me."
"But you have to keep eating so you can take your medicine and be healthy again. Or go to the doctor?" Ratna who was worried about her condition Tara took the initiative to invite Tara to the doctor for a check and get well soon.