LOVE IN TASBIH DETAILS
CHAPTER.4 MISS IN A CUP OF COFFEE

Bram was silent, his eyes closed staring at the man he knew a few hours ago. How powerful it was when he heard the sentence after sentence that came out from the mouth of this kind and kind old man.

“I feel that I do not deserve to be in the house of God, my life is full of evil. This sin of mine, even my father would never have expected, is so great and so blunt. If I write it in a book, maybe you don't have enough two days to read it. As a man, I have no feelings, as a husband I really have failed, as a father I really do not deserve to be called father.” Bram lowered his face deeper.

Mr. Sharif's eyes were on Bram. Straight and deep. He seemed to listen without any intention of interrupting the sentence that came out of Bram's mouth.

“Tonight, I just realized, the karma of our actions is there, and God has shown it to me.” Bram felt his face hot. Her memory goes back to what she saw a few hours ago, passing from midnight (The story of Bram's destruction can be read in episode 225 of the novel Marrying My Brother's Fiancee)

The cursed sight felt like it made his gaze blur, his chest rumbling violently. Betrayal is paid in cash in treason. Just like how he cheated on his wife Diah, so Sally had cheated on him blatantly. And even more painfully, he saw for himself that incredible sight.

As a man, he felt his pride had been thrown to the bottom of the earth, he immediately felt disgusted with everything he had done.

“If anyone is wronged in his neighbor, sins before God, then God will lower his punishment. We must take responsibility in this world and in the hereafter. If you meet in return in the world, then it means God loves you, son. God is giving you a rebuke, to put you back on the path you should. It's okay if it hurts, because the more it hurts the better you are on your way back to His path.” Mr. Sharif once again threw his smile at Bram, his voice was very calm.

“But..”.

Bram's voice was cut off as a woman with a simple hijab stood at the door. In his hand was a tray containing two cups of zinc cups and a plate full of boiled cassava whose smoke was still billowing, a sign that had just been removed from the hot pot.

His lips said greetings in a very soft and clear voice, Bram's mouth opened, he was stunned. Almost from him knowing women in various ways, never did he see a plain face that was without polish at all but looked so beautiful in its naturalness.

Her unshaved eyebrows were quite dense, black and lined up neatly, her lipless lips blushing freshly on the sweet bangir nose breast. And as he spoke, his eyes seemed to be talking as well, twinkling.

This girl is so young, even if Bram guessed it might still be a dozen years old or had just finished high school at least.

“Isah, bring the coffee.” Call Mr. Sharif, disperse the burden of Bram on young women who wear simple clothes.

“Excuse me..”The girl whom Mr. Sharif called Isah, lowered her body so politely that her knees were now on the terrace floor, with her half-down face she put the tray on the floor, and she put the tray down, right in front of Sharif and Bram.

The fingers are smooth, spread the zinc cup containing coffee in front of Mr. Sharif then put the other glass in front of Bram. A still steaming plate of boiled cassava was placed between the two men.

“Please drink while hot..”Tawarnya while rewind his body. He showed no curiosity for Bram's presence, as he was accustomed to the presence of strangers as guests in their home. But his polite attitude really made Bram fascinated, Bram never saw this woman who was polite behaving in front of people. He's so graceful and simple. If people say that this girl is an angel then Bram will believe her.

“Bah, Isah wants to take Tito to school this morning after that maybe if you can, we will visit mom for a while. We'll be back before Zuhur after tito gets home from school. Isah will prepare breakfast as well as lunch for you, just in case we are late from the time it should be.” He looked at Mr. Sharif as if asking for approval.

“Go, you can take care of yourself, you don't worry too much.” Said Sharif sir, this girl nodded and went to re-enter but Bram saw with the tail of his eyes, the face did not look at him in the least, he was completely calm without expression, he was completely silent, it was as if Bram's presence did not catch his attention.

A small voice sounded from the mouth of Mr. Sharif, resuscitated Bram on his attitude who was still staring at the door where this Bsi Isah disappeared.

“Let's drink coffee son, it's very good to warm the stomach on a day so early.” That sentence made Bram immediately turn his attention back to Mr. Sharif.

When he set his eyes on Mr. Sharif, this old man had already raised his cup almost to meet his own lips. After saying bismillah there was a faint sound that seemed to represent an unspeakable sense of pleasure when the coffee entered its mouth.

“Why Nak Bram just looks at me like that. Bram better try this coffee. Coffee made by the father will definitely make you feel excited again to start the heart.”

Bram nodded his head and took that very simple cup of coffee, Bram's lifetime he never drank coffee steeping on a cup of zinc like this. He used to drink coffee in porcelain or ceramic cups that are served in cafes, even in his own house usually Diah make coffee on ceramic cups.

The memories of the past suddenly appeared, publishing a strange longing. Just because of a cup of coffee, Diah's face suddenly looms in front of his eyes, forcing his memory to work to uncover the memory of the last time he enjoyed the coffee brewed by his ex-wife.

A year? Two years ago?

“Akh..” Bram is attacking in the heart. The pain suddenly seeped in, how painful it was when his memory seemed lost in forgetfulness, while the longing tickled suddenly.

Bram could not get rid of the pain because he could not remember the last time he enjoyed the coffee made by his wife. She was busy with her world, even when Diah brewed her a cup of coffee, she sometimes ignored her. The coffee was cold without being touched by it, a disappointed face of Diah disturbed his view even though his ex-wife did not say anything about how she never appreciated anything she had done while they were together.

Closing his eyes, Bram placed the edge of the cup on his lips, the distinctive aroma of coffee soon seeped into his nasal cavity. Bram sipped the coffee trembling, he never felt this longing for Diah.

As it turned out, when something had gone, everything felt so meaningful. Supposedly, when the person who loves us is still by our side, we can appreciate it more. That way, even if there is a farewell will not regret stifling this much.

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