Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Waiting....

If you were in our position, what would you do as you wait for your health check-up -- where -- there are only two possibilities: healthy, healthy, or sick and dying and dying?

Of course, every human being would die. But do we not want a painless death? A sudden death without a history of illness that eats away at our souls until we breathe our last. Easy death, not having to pass day by day in pain until waiting for death comes soon. Who would want to?

I wasn't. Not Sacred. Nor are you all reading this. Of course none of us want to get HIV, the deadly virus.

Oh, if I could, I'd love to be calm, as relaxed as possible waiting for the lab results to come out. But of course it won't do for me. That thumping taste exists. Real in the soul. But me and Saints have agreed not to talk about it in the slightest.

During the wait, we barely did a single job that was related to the outside world. We just stayed in the hotel room. Both. Cowering like a pair of chickens. Of course, the only thing that made us have to involve other people at the time - it was just food. Yep, we don't want to die of hunger either. We need to eat and we have to order food.

Actually, even though the worry was quite big and made me tremble, but, deep down in this heart - our hope for health was no less great. Therefore, in my heart, I also kept the belief that we were both in good health. Moreover, referring to the results of yesterday's rapid antigen test, trust and hope are increasingly soaring high above the head.

However, I still did not want to go to the office, because I could not possibly concentrate on working in this situation. So, yeah, that's it. Suci and I agreed to be a pair of chickens curled up on our soft mattress.

Concentration work it will return by itself if later the results of the examination from the laboratory came out and showed negative results.

And, because last night I had a little trouble sleeping until late at night, finally this morning I was overwhelmed by severe drowsiness. Meanwhile, beside me, Suci had already woken up and was still lying down with the tv remote in her hands. He changed television channels and did not seem to find a show that he liked, until his busy life ended with games on his mobile phone. And that's what we do for hours spent in a quiet, quiet hotel room. Besides, all we did was eat, sleep, shower, and make love.

Make love?

Sure oes. Whynot?

True happiness, while we are alive and have each other, we will express love between us whenever that desire pervades the soul. The desire to make love, to combine love beautifully - and certainly, before death.

In this waiting period, there was one important chat I remembered. As Saints and I returned to bed that second night, she said, "I want to say something" she said.

I'm turning. "What's that?" my many.

He raised his shoulders with a flat expression, neither sad, nor happy. "On death, if we had not had time to live longer."

"Yes...."

"Emm?"

"We have agreed-"

"Just have a normal conversation, Mom. Not to be sad...."

Well, I took a deep breath. "What do you want to talk about? I mean, the point is, what?"

"About life after death, and what we leave behind after we die."

Oh, wife....

"Do you believe in heaven and hell?"

I'm nodding.

"Well, if we die now, young like this, new repentance, about... where will we be thrown? To heaven, or thrown to hell?"

Ouch. heavy questions.

"I don't really understand that, honey. Yes, we are. We are trying to be good people. After marriage, we no longer commit adultery. I've never touched alcohol. I work halal, produce halal rizki. And we do not do evil deeds or evil deeds. We don't steal, we don't rob, we don't hurt anyone. I mean, even if we did, we never did that on purpose. Not with bad intentions. Aye, right?"

Suci just smiled while listening to my long babble.

I looked down for a moment, then put my shoulders down. "I know it's not enough to wash away our past sins. I don't know, it can be erased or not. Even if it cannot be erased, yes, obviously, the good things we do after we get married, it is not at all balanced with our sins in the past. Yeah, I don't think that's enough to offset the sins we've committed. Especially to overcome our sins. Impossible, the name also we just repent. So. I don't know."

"You think we're going to hell? Because our good charity is not much? Hmm?"

I nodded again.

"Is repentance not enough? Didn't I mean..did it matter that we repent and try to be better people, and make no more mistakes?"

Hoaaaah! I hate myself. I don't understand this at all.

"I don't know, honey. I don't get it. I. My religious knowledge is zero."

This time Suci grabbed and grasped my hand so tightly. "May we still be given a chance to live, yes. Given a long life, so that we can do more good deeds, to cover up sin."

I nodded again. "Aamiin," I said. "My sins are many. Whether or not I am old enough to cover those sins with a reward."

"We do our best, Mommy. If even.. amit-amit, if our test results will be positive, we can still use the rest of our time to do good charity, right? Don't waste. It's free to have a lot of treasure, if later we die everything is left behind for others. Our son is not born to inherit. So, who's it for?"

I returned the grip of the hand that held my one hand tightly, and I nodded again. "I promise. We will do good more often, we will share more often and give charity" I promise.

"Em, if you can, in addition to the savings and future of our children later, may, dong, our property, I mean. For example, we donate to an orphanage. Maybe. the home where you used to live. Hm? How's it?"

Makkij! It feels like there are kedondong seeds stuck in my throat.

And I can only -- back to nod.

I'm sorry, God. I forgot where I came from. I was just a kid growing up in an orphanage before Mama Sania adopted me. Why did I not want to go to that place again? The place where I once lived.

I realized, all this time -- as an ordinary human being - I was less grateful.