MUST BE A DEPOSIT
TMS EPS 50: BEING GRATEFUL FOR LIFE

'Mr Hariz's Knock? what's he doing there?'

Aina tried to approach him. Hariz was indeed seen staring at the river, but Aina knew that the man was not enjoying the scene. From his seemingly empty gaze, it was certain that the man had had had a hard day.

"I have everything. I think that way it can make me also get happiness and love. But the truth is very contrary." Hariz laughed insipidly after saying that.

Aina could even see the obvious sadness in her eyes.

"Sometimes life doesn't work out what we want. I know what it's like to be at the lowest of times. I know what it's like to be down, but circumstances force me to hold on. Not without reason, it's just a must."

"You won't understand Aina. I lost my mother when I just wanted to make her happy. Replying to the pain of people's scorn for him. I haven't been able to repay all his kindness to me. And when I found love again. It seems to be too late. There is not even the slightest chance for me to have it" Hariz said bitterly.

"At least you've felt the affection of both your parents. While me? I don't even know how my parents looked.

There's... " Aina pointed towards the gate of the orphanage. And Hariz followed his hand. "My parents just put me in front of that gate. Without caring about my cry that didn't want them to leave me. Everything Jidah told me about me, I still remember as crystal clear. Nothing is missed one bit. They just left without thinking about what my fate would be without them."

This time it was Hariz who was staring concernedly at the girl. It turned out that the smile and joy that Aina displayed all along was just a fake. This girl apparently harbored a deeper wound from him.

"But you look fine... "

Aina chuckled at hearing that. "Then what should I do? crying every night mourning my fate? roaring like crazy? or suicide, for being too cowardly to face life?

Things like that never crossed my mind. Jidah educated me from childhood to be a tough woman. There is no point lamenting the fate that God has outlined for us. Even to avoid it is free. The only way is to take it with a chest.

Accept with gratitude. I am grateful that there is Jidah, Sis Syma, Aunt Deriya who loves me like a family. I thought, if I wasn't dumped by my parents, I wouldn't have gotten this kind of affection. Maybe my mom is a crazy woman. I love to hit and so on. Because if he's sane, he can't throw me out."

Hariz suddenly smiled at the girl's words. "Then what made you last this far. Besides those guys?"

Aina thought for a moment. "I survived. Because I want to eat the best food in the whole world. I want to travel the world being an adventurous woman and feel the happiness of being myself. I want to go to a high hill and shout as loud as possible."

this time it was Hariz who chuckled. Moreover, looking at the ridiculous manner of Aina who spread out her hands as if she wanted to shout right then and there. Then Hariz became clumsy, where he was caught staring at him.

"In the face of the challenges of life, as ordinary people we sometimes complain. Nothing yet, but already feel unable to bear the burden that God has given us. 

We don't have the strength and courage to face it. But the trials given by God will not exceed our strength.

That way, we should not increase complaints. Instead, accept it with gratitude and live it until all the problems pass with courage, positive thoughts, and surrender." Aina spoke while staring into Hariz's bead. Convince the man that the life he lives is the life others dream of.

It was undeniable, that Aina's presence was comforting enough. Learning from the little girl only with trivial things she survived.

"Thank you Aina."

*****

"Hows it? did it work?" Syma half whispered to Aina.

"Successful Brother. This.... "

Syma immediately picked up something given by Aina. Ersad had returned from the toilet. Staring at Syma and Aina in turn.

"What's wrong?"

"There is no Mas. Let's go home, magrib soon."

Ersad did not refuse. He's pretty tired of fighting today. So despite the suspicions, he did not want to discuss it first. Let Syma herself tell you everything.

*****

"Master won't be angry, Mina. Don't worry, I'll just be a minute." Syma did not even realize that Ersad was there while folding his hands over his chest.

Mina immediately lowered her head and left from there, when she saw Ersad giving the gesture of expulsion.

The man approached Syma slowly.

"Mina, where did you put the salt?" syma said while stirring her cooking.

Ersad took out a container of seasoning. And gave it to Syma.

"God, this isn't salt, but... "

Syma's eyes were perfectly rounded, when she saw her husband. Ersad's cold gaze scared him a little.

"When was Mas here?"

"You didn't listen to me, Syma."

"Sorry. I'm too bored. My hands are itching if I don't do something. After all, if I don't move, it will be difficult during labor."

Ersad was a little tired of hearing his wife's words. But he doesn't want to show that. He must be firm, so that Syma remains obedient to him.

"So you're bored?"

Syma gulped roughly at her saliva, when she saw the grin engraved on her husband's face.

The confused Syma should respond with a nod or a repulsion. Because both of them will make it difficult.

"Then I'll keep you busy all night."

Syma expected. Ersad must have taken her to something else. He was forced to leave his cooking. And follow in the steps of her husband. Ersad clasped his hands so tightly, as if afraid that Syma would run away from him.

The woman was only resigned to what her husband would do. Carry out her duties as a wife to meet the biological needs of her husband.

Mutually struggling to combine love all night with love and tenderness. The cold of the night seemed to add passion between the two. Together towards the peak of enjoyment of the Heaven of the world. And strengthen the bond of love between the two.

Up to a third of the night. Syma who was about to invite her husband to pray tahajud. Seems unworkable. Because of the condition of his body that is not possible.

His eyes closed as if he could not wait to enter the dream.

Ersad smiling. There was a bit of guilt in him after making this woman exhausted. He was worried that the consequences of this action would pose a risk to his wife's pregnancy. That's why he intends to check the content of Syma at sunrise later.

'Forgive me, darling. I love you so much... '

Ersad kissed Syma's forehead long before closing his eyes and resting his entire body.

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