Mr Love Love
Meet Ikmal (Sabina)

"Now tell me, what makes you feel uneasy?" Fatimah began to open her voice between the silence of the air.

He asked as if the wind had told him that I was not okay. How do I tell Fatimah that I feel insecure, insecure about things I don't know cause.

"Sister, actually...."

"Actually you don't feel okay! Tell me, what's the problem?" Brother Fatimah asked while looking at me with a look of affection. I don't know how many times he has improved his sitting position. Her growing belly made her less comfortable to sit for long periods. And bad I forced the brother of Fatimah to hear all my complaints.

"Is all this about Doctor Araf?" Sis Fatimah sok guessed, an impossible guess missed.

There was no reply from me other than a slow nod of the head. Seeing the expression on my face, I'm sure Fatimah already knows the storyline that I haven't outlined yet.

Hmmmmm!

I let out a long sigh while occasionally supporting my head with my right hand. I don't know what to behave like? This all feels so confusing.

"No need to worry about anything, leave everything to God. God who unites you both, God will keep your relationship to Heaven." Said Fatimah with a smile.

I clearly understood every word that my sister-in-law said, it's just that last night's dream still scared me. I was so scared that I didn't want to let Mas Araf out of the house.

"Every household has its own exams. You've seen for yourself how my relationship with your brother goes. I used to hate your brother so much, I didn't like to see him even in my dreams.

But today? Today I can't even get away from him, I want to always be close to him. I wanted to see his face when I woke up from my sleep, and I wanted to look him in the face before I slept in my long sleep. Every time I think of your sister, I feel happy, and every time I'm away from your sister, I feel like something's missing from my life. Even if it's just a gust of wind, when I'm with your brother, I call it a gift.

You have to be patient, brother believes every second you go through with doctor Araf will be your gratitude series in the future."

"Sister is right, it's just that last night's dream scared me, brother!"

"the dream? What dreams?" Brother Fatimah asked without turning her eyes, her forehead wrinkled. He was surprised, he was also curious.

"Two days ago Aunt Dinda, Mama Riska's cousin said my appearance was much different from the woman who had been Mas Araf's past.

I'm not worried about that, brother. I don't know why I dreamt that Mas Araf was holding another woman. He left me as strong as I asked him to stay. I'm so scared, brother." My babble is long.

I've never felt this much fear before. But this time? It feels like my energy is drained away for useless things.

"Do you know why your brother is friends with Dr. Araf?"

Hearing Fatimah's question I can only shake her head slowly, I'm not sure, nor do I know the answer. All I could do was sit in silence.

"So sick of being friends with Dr. Araf because they have so much in common. Your brother and Dr Araf? They are both good people. You understand what you mean, brother?"

This time I nodded slowly, what Fatimah's sister-in-law said was indeed true. I've heard too often about Mas Araf's kindness from Alan's mouth. At least after hearing the brief words of Fatimah a little restless I felt like I was yawning into space.

"Right-natured brother. Alan's brother often told the kindness of Mas Araf. I promise, brother. I won't doubt Mas Araf anymore." Say it while approaching and sitting next to Fatimah.

"That's great, Deck."

"O yes, brother. Mbok said Fazila was repeating his Qur'an memorization along with Ustadz. Did you hire a new Ustadz for Fazila?"

"Yes, I still remember it. We met at the wedding ceremony of Brother and Brother Alan!"

"Your brother specifically asked Ustadz Ikmal for Fazila's guidance.

The sweet boy wants to study at the boarding school, but unfortunately your brother can't part with his daughter Shalaha. Your brother asked Ustadz Ikmal personally to teach Fazila, he even came to Pesantren." Fatimah explained.

All I know is that Brother Alan can't be far from Fazila, I'm the same. I think letting Fazila stay at home and learning from Ustadz Ikmal is the best choice Alan has made. But unfortunately not for Fatimah, brother-in-law very well know life in pesantren is much better for every child to learn, what is his power in the presence of the will of brother Alan, Alan, because for her to see her husband happy far above all else.

"Ustazd Ikmal was a good person, the last time I met him he said he would be betrothed by his Abi, was he married?"

"No, Deck! The woman Ikmal had married refused their match because she loved another man. In Islam women are given the right to refuse if she does not like her man. Sister can only hope that Ikmal gets the best woman."

"Tante Beautikkkk!" Fazila's crisp voice filled my sense of hearing, the sweet child was very enthusiastic. Understandably we were very close, the sweet boy did not even care about himself, he ran up the stairs waving his hands, my chest pounding as he saw him almost fall down, he ran up the stairs, fortunately, Ustadz Ikmal immediately grabbed Fazila's arm.

"Son, slow down." Said Alan worried.

"Tante Bina will not go anywhere before meeting his beautiful and kind-hearted nephew, Meyda Noviana Fazila.

So you have to be careful. What if you fell down the stairs and broke your arm? Abi can't see you get hurt, Abi will cry too. Do you want Abi to do that?" Said Alan's brother as soon as he stood in front of Fazila.

Alan looks scared. Even Fatimah's sister-in-law almost screamed but she quickly closed her lips so as not to cause an uproar.

"Fazila's sorry, Bi. Fazila's promise won't be careless anymore."

Brother Alan raised Fazila's bowed head full of regret, a second later Alan's brother began to hug Fazila, a hug filled with affection and love.

"Hay Sabina how are you?"

"Ikmal Mas? My good news! How are you doing yourself?"

Alan's brother who heard my words looked astonished.

"Are you really this close?" Brother Alan asked while looking at me and Ustadz Ikmal alternately. His forehead was wrinkled, in disbelief.

"Yes, Bang. We're good friends."

"Good friend? Since when?"

"Since I married Fatimah's sister."

"It's Bi, don't disturb Ikmal. Let him rest, after that we'll have lunch together." Coloteh Fatimah's sister-in-law with a smile.

There was no reply from Kak alan other than a nod of the head after hearing the words of his beloved wife. Currently we sit in the living room while enjoying coffee while waiting for lunch dishes that are being prepared by the three Art women who work at the house of Kak Alan.

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