My husband Santri Idaman
Love Letter

About an hour before Maghrib, Zaid and the others went home to the owner of the cottage, also to Abah, Umi and Yumna.

"Zaid, take care of Ratih. Don't mess with people's kids!" abah's message is not wanted if something happens out of control.

"Yes, Abah. O Allah. What am I?"

"Who knows. You like doing weird things."

There was no more response that Zaid gave. He glanced for a moment at Yumna who was just sitting daydreaming with a dhikr book in her hand. His mouth always melantukan the sacred sentences.

"If there's anything with Yumna please call Zaid ya, Bah."

"God willing. You don't have to worry. And Abah asked you to help take care of our home. For a while, don't stay at your base."

"Good, Abah. Zaid understood."

"I'm home, Na. Heals quickly. I'll always doain you."

Ratih wiped his tears down and then kissed Yumna's head affectionately.

After saying goodbye to everyone, they went home. In the car, the sudden atmosphere was very awkward. Neither Ratih nor Zaid said anything at all.

After a while, Ratih opened his mouth.

"Oh yes, Bang. Can we meet Abyan first? I want to give something for her from Yumna."

"Can. We'll be there before I drive you home."

"Thank you, Bang."

"Yes alike. Don't be so awkward. We're like strangers."

Ratih chuckled softly, feeling funny about what Zaid was saying.

"We're strangers, Bang. Only Abang Zaid is my best friend's brother."

Hearing that Zaid fell silent. But in his heart he wondered.

'This is what does it mean? Not code, right? Ah definitely not. But what's wrong, I tried to get in through this.'

A crescent line curved upwards rose on Zaid's lips. He didn't want to waste this opportunity.

"Can't we try a new relationship?"

Ratih turned to Zaid and swallowed his saliva. He did not expect that Yumna's brother would say that to him.

"That's Bang Zaid, what?"

Asked back like that, Zaid suddenly clumsy. And until finally he chose silence after avoiding continuing the discussion.

"It's nothing. Don't think too much."

Ratih nodded innocently. Without intending to ask further Zaid's intention.

Moments later, they finally arrived in front of a university where Abyan attended.

And not long after, Farhan showed up after Zaid contacted the hostel's builder.

"Abang Zayd!"

"Han, where's Abyan?"

"He did not move from his bed. Just wake up to pray, then go to sleep again. What's up?"

Zaid glanced at Ratih who immediately took out a letter from inside his bag.

"Please give this letter to Abyan. It's from Yumna" he told Farhan who was responded to by nod by the man.

"Good, Ma'am. Thank you." Thank you."

In the next second, Zaid escorted Ratih back to his contract. He went back to Abah and Umi's house.

**

"Abyan!" call Farhan, but Abyan will not listen.

"Abyan!"

Today Farhan was really tested for his patience by his best friend. He approached Abyan and smacked the letter on his forehead.

"This is a letter from your wife. Read it!"

Abyan rose from his sleep when Farhan said so. He took the letter without caring for Farhan who was looking at him in annoyance. And finally chose to leave Abyan alone.

Abyan's smile when he saw the letter was actually from Yumna. He knows his wife's handwriting.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. My husband santri dreams."

The opening sentence from Yumna, instantly made Abyan shed her tears.

"I don't know since when it all became like this. When I realized that I had loved you, suddenly God gave us such a great test."

"Does loving you have such consequences?"

Netra Abyan glazed. His eyes were filled with a clear crystal sphere which if he blinked it just a little, then it would fall soaking down his cheeks.

"If it is, then God willing I will try as hard as possible to live it."

"Something this breakup will take me how long, I will remain patient. And I hope you do, too, By."

"You used to come when I was in a mess because of a breakup. You gave me so much happiness that you forgot I ever had pain."

"You gave me a lot of love, no matter what the reply was, and ignored a lot of the ugliness I did."

"And you taught me what true love is. From you I learned, that if you want to be loved by a creature, then approach the owner of love."

Abyan smiled but his cheeks were already flooded with tears.

"Thank you for your patience. And thank you for loving me in a different way. Please focus on your current studies. Don't think too much of me. And don't forget, rub properly the back of your ear. You often forget that."

"I hope, after all this, in time we will be together again. And knit love together. I will miss you so much, Byan. Miss with your warm embrace every night."

"I'll miss you too, Na. Very very, very" Abyan murmured, closing the letter. Wiping her tears. And immediately head to the bathroom to cleanse the body. It will start everything from the beginning. And this time, without Yumna by his side.

"I promise you'll be the best man you can be proud of, Na. It's my resolve."

**

Trained to enter her rented house carefully. He called out the name of Elsa who gave no answer at all.

"Els! Open door!"

He knocked on Elsa's bedroom door. But there is no truth at all.

"Els! Elsa! You're inside, right?"

Ratih's heart began to fret when he was about to open the door of his cousin's room which turned out to have been locked.

"Glam! Answer me!"

"Ra .. tih ..."

Elsa's voice came from inside. Make Ratih a club.

"Glam! Waitme! I'm looking for the spare key."

Ratih ran to and fro looking for a spare key for Elsa's room. And not long after, he found it in the living room television closet drawer.

Quickly, I opened the door. Her eyes were perfectly patterned when she saw Elsa lying on the floor with blood splattered there.

"ELSA!" joked was full of worry. He ran over and carried Elsa in his arms.

"Why are you?!"

There was no answer Elsa gave. Lips dry. And his face was a mess with tears filling it.

"Elsa wake!"

Without waiting any longer, Ratih ran out of the room and shouted for help to the people around the house.

"Please! Help me!"

This coincided with Zaid who could somehow come back to his contract.

"Ratih, what's wrong?"

"Please my cousin, Bang. He's bleeding."

Soon Zaid ran in without asking any more questions. Several residents gathered in front of the contract because they heard the screams of Ratih.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know."

The neighbors began to whisper. Zaid came out of there with Elsa's bang. Followed by the coach from behind.

Without saying anything, Zaid immediately drove his car to the hospital after Ratih entered holding Elsa in there.

The mood feels gripping. Ratih did not even have time to ask why Zaid could be there earlier. His mind was filled with questions regarding Elsa's condition.

Not long after, they arrived at the hospital. Some nurses welcomed the patient by running with a cage.

Zaid laid Elsa there. His clothes were filled with blood stains. Train scared to see that. He sat in the waiting room massaging his dizzy head.

"Calm down, your cousin will be fine."

Train nodding his head. But his body did not stop trembling in fear. Zaid, feeling pity, pulls Ratih's plan in his arms-trying to calm down.

So afraid, Ratih did not even realize that he was in the arms of a man at this time. The blurry net was filled with tears.

"Don't worry. The doctor is handling it."

Only a nod of the head could be given. No words came out of his mouth.

Some time passed, the doctor came out of the room where Elsa was being treated. Soon Ratih got up from there, coming out in Zaid's arms.

"Doctor, how's my cousin doing?"

There was no reply from the doctor for a moment. He looked at Zayd who had risen from his seat and approached them

"Are you the husband of the patient?"

"Yes?"

"His husband? What doctor mean? My cousin why?" Train sudden emotions, because the doctor asked strange things.

"Patient has a miscarriage. So-so"

"What?! A miscarriage?!"

Suddenly Ratih's body decays and quickly Zaid holds him back.

How could Elsa miscarry? Since when did that stupid woman get pregnant?

Only those words were full inside Ratih's head at the moment. He did not know what to say to Elsa's parents if he knew his son was going through something like that.

'Damn yunus! This must have been him!'