MAHMUD, I Love U
Just Me and You

"You seriously just want to walk around the compound, Yank?" Azka held Mayra's warm hand. The woman who that night was only wearing black training pants with a purple hoodie sweater nodded slowly. His eyes focused on the asphalt road in front of him. The leaves of the trees that grow on the roadside, fall there.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat out? We're still not far, you know." Azka was still trying to negotiate.

When Azka came home from the hospital after Maghrib earlier, he hurried to drive his car to get home quickly to collect his wife's promise to take him out to dinner. The man who is increasingly charming when wearing snelli all day is excited not braids because his beloved wife began to open herself again to the outside world after the departure of her beloved daughter. But when Azka had met face to face with Mayra, his wife was only taking him to walk around the complex at night.

It was still at 19:20, both of them walked along the streets of the complex that was wet because an hour ago it was rained even though not for long. Azka's left hand held Mayra's right hand, while her left hand held a folding umbrella. Afraid it might rain again. Ready to get an umbrella before it rains, right?

"I want to take a walk first, Yank. I miss breathing the air of our housing complex. I feel like I haven't been out of the house in a long time, huh. Hehe." Mayra looked up at the sky that was beginning to reveal her half moon. Both pairs of legs keep walking casually step by step. "Eating outside we pending tomorrow, yes," Mayra pinta more to Azka must agree on her wishes.

"Hm, okay."

Along the way, both of them were silent. That night Azka deliberately did not talk much to let his wife enjoy the occasional night breeze blowing loudly wiggling branches of the bungur tree. But the eyes of the man who only wore knee pants with a t-shirt can not be separated to look at his wife clingy. Mayra many surrounded his gaze on the trees by the road and the houses of neighbors whose fences were closed. He felt like he hadn't seen that sight in a long time.

"We're going to the complex park, huh Yank?" take Mayra later. Azka nodded.

It only takes 12 minutes to go to the complex park with a leisurely walk. And both have now reached there. Mayra headed straight for the swing located on the right side of the park. Mayra immediately sat on one of the swings, and Azka sat down on the swing beside her. Both play swing chases.

Mayra laughed with joy. "Yeah, Yank."

"Hehehe, yes, Yank." Azka chuckles bitterly. He should not have approved his wife's proposal to go to the park. There are lots of children's playgrounds. Surely his wife will remember Grace again. Several times Mayra often go to the park with Anggun and bi Marni to enjoy the afternoon.

"If there's Anggun she'll like it, Yank's sitting on my lap swinging." Mayra's legs are still cool swinging her faster.

Azka glared at the nanar, then smiled at his wife. While Mayra's eyes, from the moment he walked hand in hand towards the park, were not once caught staring at Azka's face.

"Yank??" Mayra stopped her swing. His bowed face looked at his feet that only wore rubber slippers.

"Yeah??"

"How am I supposed to let go of all this?" Mayra's eyes were still staring at the ground below her.

"Remove what, Yank?" ask Azka confused.

"Letting go of my guilt to Grace, Yank." Now Mayra is starting to sob. "The dragon must be mad at me, right, Yank? She was mad at me why that afternoon her mother wasn't focused on driving. Angry at me why didn't his mother follow Marni's words not to take him in the car? Isn't that right, Yank?" Mayra now looked at her husband with wet eyes.

Azka immediately got up from her swing and crouched down in front of Mayra. Both of his hands hugged his wife's waist tightly.

Now Azka knelt down and straightened her body. He hugged his wife tightly, no matter what her knees were clashing directly with the wet ground. Mayra's body is shaking there.

"Yaaank, I'm sorry, Yaaank." Mayra drowned her face on the chest of Azka's field. Azka stroked his wife's head gently.

"Everything has been God's certainty for thousands of years, Yank. With you or with me, or with anyone, that day is indeed the last day of Grace. God has written everything. When people are born into the world, and when it will all return. And apparently God only briefly leaves Grace on us, Jn. And there's no other choice for us than ihlas." Azka tried to calm his wife as calmly as possible. He understood very well that the guilt was still lingering in the heart of his beloved woman.

"Yank??" Mayra now removed her head from Azka's arms.

Azka simply answered him with a look.

"How much do you hate me?"

"Astaghfirullah, Hank. I have absolutely no hatred for you. By Allah I have never once blamed you for the loss of Grace. In fact, I am thankful that God still gives me the opportunity to take care of you. In the accident, you were still breathing, Yank. The sign that God loves me very much. God knows that if I lose you too, I'll somehow lose you." Now that Azka was down, the corner of her eyes began to get wet. Indeed, he could not imagine if the accident also claimed the life of his soul mate. Maybe he won't be able to survive.

"I'm not a good wife, Yank. Not a good mother either. Everything I have seems too lacking for you to be perfect." Mayra looked at her husband.

"No, Yank. You are also the perfect wife. My love grew so deep for you, it was because to me you were God's greatest gift to me. For all the years I have lived with you, I have always been happy. You should know that." Azka breathed deeply. In his hand tightly Mayra's hands began to cool. His feelings are starting to get worse.

Azka understood very well if his wife's heart was in a state that was still chaotic. Losing a child is something you can't imagine how painful it is. Especially if you think that the authenticity is caused by his negligence. It really is a torture.

"You don't do this, Yank. Please hate me for a minute." Mayra is still sobbing.

Now Azka began to sob. On a swing under the bungar tree, one flower blown by the wind fell slowly right on Mayra's lap. The park that only contained the two of them was as if silent, joined in holding a couple who sobbed unabashedly.

"Yank??" Mayra called out slowly.

"Yeah?"

"I want you to find a better wife than me, Yank!"

"You mean??" Azka's eyes glared sharply.

"I want you to divorce me."