Lover (Brain) Halal
I Love You (2)

Jovan touched the right cheek that was slapped. Little sore. His gaze turned sharp, pushing and cornering Dira's body against the wall. "I'm not kidding, Dira. I'll make sure you split up!" Jovan raised his chin violently.

"You'll be mine" he continued, then threw out his hand. He turned around, then left.

After Jovan left, the woman went straight into the house. Tears were unceasingly dripping. He threw himself on the couch. It's all too hard to deal with. Why is it all happening? Why did he enter this abyss of life?

"Why!?" shouted Dira while clenching her hands into the air.

Dira rose, his mind was in chaos. He ran to the back. His eyes were fixed on the cutter blade located near the plate rack. With a slow step, Dira took the thing. His cry roared, what was he here for? He better be gone forever.

The knife used to cut onions is now switched to his left wrist. Only two meters away. However, the ringing of the house phone made him jump in shock. Cutter fell on the floor. Dira. "Astagfirullah .. What have I done?" He rubbed his face, sorry.

The phone rings again. With gontai steps Dira approached. Though somewhat doubtful, but finally accepted as well.

"Hello." The raucous voice from across made him stunned. His heart was beating rapidly.

"Hello, Dira ...." The voice from across. Dira mendehem, neutralize the sound.

"I-iya, Mas" said Dira. The drops flow back.

"You're here, yeah! Today I'm home, bored here." That man's loud.

Dira wiped away the tears. "Yes, Mum." He put the phone down, his body dropped to the floor. If the knife really scratched his hand, how?

Everyone who lives in the world will certainly experience problems in his life. Some are light, some are heavy. The problem is when humans face a problem that is considered heavy so often feel not strong to bear the burden. Finally, take the wrong action by suicide because it considers suicide as the best solution to release the impact of the problem that befalls him.

The act of suicide is clearly not immediately solve the problem. In the view of Islam such actions are prohibited actions and fall into the category of major sins.

The simple logic of this prohibition is that life belongs to God so we have no right to our lives. While the sin of people who commit suicide is greater than killing others, as found in the book Al-Mawsu'atul Fiqhiyah Al-Kuwaitiyyah.

"The person who commits suicide is greater than the one who kills others" (See Al-Mawsu'atul Fiqhiyah Al-Kuwaitiyyah, Kuwait-Darus Salasil, juz III, page 239).

"Astagfirullah ... Astagfirullah ...." Dira chanted istighfar many times. He was sorry, but he almost committed a sin.

Azan's voice rattled. Dira glanced at the watch, it was time to pray Zuhur. Dira got up, walked somewhat staggered into the bathroom. Head's dizzy. After the completion of the wudu, Dira also performed prayers solemnly. Begging for forgiveness for any wrongdoing.

"Meow!"

Dira rubbed his face, he looked to the side. Puti bit the tip of her face. The woman smiled, lifting the cat into the lap. As usual, Dira will talk. Telling his feelings, and his complaints. Puti is one of the most important creatures for him, because only Puti will be silent when he tells a story.

"Puti .. I love him, but he doesn't. What am I supposed to do? Should I give up and leave? But my heart .. must have been hurt. Puti, you know, I might not be able to live without him. Well, she's my life, though I know, she wants to live with someone else. I'm tired" said Dira while rubbing Puti's head. The cat then closed its eyes. Feeling the always loving treatment of his master.

***

At the hospital, Alza couldn't calm down. Since calling Dira an hour ago, anxiety has been growing. What else to hear the voice of the wife hoarse, like just finished crying.

"Za, eat first!" nurul's word, he's thrusting a bowl of porridge.

Alza shook her head." No, Mah. I'm not hungry, just waiting for Dira." His gaze could not be separated from the door.

"Yes, Den, Non Dira can at least see the pain. She will be sad" said Bi Ining.

Alza shakes her head again. Picked up his phone and dialed Dira's number. There is no lawfulness. Alza got down from the gurney, walked quickly to the door. Outside, he looked to the left. In his mind there was only Dira.

Nurul and Bi Ining looked at each other. They are confused about what to do. It's free too, whatever they suggest is rejected. Nurul got up, watched Alza from behind. The man is like a chick who lost a mother, all the places lived. While his lips were unceasingly mentioning the name of the wife. Now he has arrived downstairs.

"Mas ... Why is it here?"

The soft voice made Alza's steps stop. Hurriedly he turned around to face directly with the woman wearing a black plaid red robe with a black triangular hijab. The woman held the food bed.

"Finally, you came too!" Alza exclaimed loudly. Smile expands.

"Mas, why go outside? Anybody want to be taken?" Dira asked expressionlessly. His smile seemed to disappear without a trace.

"I miss you" said Alza. He pulled the body of the wife, hugged her tightly.

"Kangen?" Dira's body stiffened, his chest rumbling.

"Your heart is pounding. You must miss me too." Alza giggled amusedly then sniffed the census on Dira's shoulders.

Dira did not respond to Alza's remarks. He wanted to scream if his misses were bigger, but his lips were locked. Forcing him to shut up, not to tell me anything. It's pointless.

Alza closed her eyes. It was so comfortable there, he wanted every moment to spend like that. Why hasn't he fallen in love? Why is it only now that he realizes that his love already belongs to Dira completely. The time has come to finish it all, start their lives off to a good start. Not because of love, but the love between them.

"I love you" Alza said with her eyes still closed.

"W-what?"

Alza took off a hug, she held both shoulders of the wife. Smiling sweetly and then saying, "I love you my wife. Really!" He held up two fingers that formed the letter v.

Dira lowered his hands slowly. The man frowned, not understanding. What's wrong? Dira can't believe it or what?

"Why?" That word that was thrown from Alza's lips, their gazes met.

"A-a-I .. can't continue our relationship, Mas. We better split up."

"Huh, separate!?" Like being struck by lightning, Alza's body weakened. Shoulder slumped. "Why?"

"Because .. we don't match, Mas. You're not happy, I don't have the right to ruin your happiness." Dira sobbing.

"I love you now, Dir. I know, this whole time has hurt you a lot. But now ...everything is different!" argue Alza, he can not accept Dira's decision.

"Of course he wants to split up, Za. He already has a new girlfriend."

The voice made them flinch and look. A woman walked weakly towards them. Dira biting lips, the problem increased again.