Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
AN ADULT?

Arina once told me that the cure for a restless heart is to read the Qur'an. With that, here I am. Sitting on the prayer mat, complaining to my Lord. Stir all the anxiety in the heart and also the mind. Accompanied by the silence of the night and a dim light of a sleeping lamp from the direction of the room.

My heart rate grew stronger as I read the holy verses of the Qur'an. It sends a signal of calm and peace. Disappear all anxiety, sadness, and fear. They're gone, somewhere.

Along with the closure of this mushaf, a soft touch on my shoulder began to feel.

"Why not wake me up?" The voice that was no longer familiar asked with gentleness.

"Manda is seeking tranquility and strength. Sorry to disturb...."

Deg. My heart was beating again. When both hands clenched my body. Bringing this body into his warm embrace.

"I'm sorry again, I'm sorry...."

I feel a lot of regret when I hear his voice. But it's free. It's all been happening. There is nothing to blame and regret now. What we need to do now, is strengthen ourselves to face whatever will happen later!

"You see, Om Zidan is doing all this for Manda's sake. Manda understood that. And one more thing. Manda believes that Om Zidan will never make a decision, before Om Zidan is sure, if that is the best for Manda!"

I'm trying to stare Om Zidan in the face. Until my eyes were locked in his warm black net gaze.

"You never miss Om Zidan. What Om Zidan said was true. Everything has to be clarified, right? Manda also knows, Om Zidan certainly does not want any misunderstandings. Om Zidan's goal is only one, to protect Manda. Bener, right?"

Silent. There was no response from Om Zidan.

"Om Zidan, the man who paaaling dear Manda. Don't feel guilty anymore, okay? Do not feel, if Om Zidan can not make Om Zidan promise again. Let that happen, so teach us a lesson. So the reinforcement of our relationship. Because Manda is sure, there must be wisdom behind the incident earlier. Manda was sure of that!"

"Thank you, Honey!" His heavy hands pulled back my body. So tight. And I myself can only smile in his arms.

Here, it is not only Om Zidan who must be a reinforcement. Except me too. I know, right now he must be haunted by a huge sense of guilt. And I, I can't be selfish, by following Om Zidan. Because I should be the medicine for her. Just like him, who has always been a solace to me.

Sometimes, there are times when circumstances force us to think and act maturely. Learn to lower and discard our ego.

Like now, for example. If I act like a kid, then it's up to me and Om Zidan. Destroy everything that exists between us. And of course, I don't want everything to break down that easily. Especially just because of a conflict that is not as big as my love and love for Om Zidan.

Let's forget everything. And we start tomorrow with a better person. The more adult.

......................

Om Zidan cupped both of my cheeks with his burly hands. He looked at me with a beautiful smile that adorned his lips. Then he gave a warm peck on the forehead, as usual. As a sign of separation between us. No, I mean as a power source when we're not together.

"Student learning. Take care.... I love you!"

His words made me smile with embarrassment.

"Om too, hearts on the road. And-" I'm slightly advancing my body.

"I Love You, Honey. Muach!" I walked away as soon as I managed to kiss her cheek. He smiled while pointing at his lips.

"This one?"

"What the hell, Om!" I pinched Om Zidan's arm while shaking his head, with the cheeks starting to heat up in embarrassment.

"Yes, get in there!" said it. Instead of backsliding, I remained frozen, until finally the black car he was driving disappeared from my sight.

"Dor!"

Qonita's cry surprised me. It's not just his voice. But also his new appearance.

"Alhamdulillah, O Allah." I said as a sign of gratitude to see Qonita fulfill his duty as a Muslim. She looked even more beautiful and sweet with her white hijab.

"Don't get bullied, huh?"

"No way! No one is going to bully you! Except for the one who hates you!"

I pray that Qonita, I or all of us may be given the strength to remain faithful in fulfilling our obligations. Aamiins.

......................

For some reason since the second lesson change bell sounded, I suddenly felt a very clear feeling of uneasiness. Plus, I immediately thought of Om Zidan.

In my heart, I'm unceasingly praying that Om Zidan is okay. Nothing bad happened to him or his company.

When Mr. Hakam wants to explain the new material. Miss Diah opened the classroom door. He has permission to enter and convey something to Mr. Hakam. It looks serious.

"Annisa Amanda?" Call Mr. Hakam as soon as Ms. Diah finishes talking.

"I Sir?"

"Follow Master, Son!" said Ms. Diah slowly.

Without asking much questions, I immediately tidied up the math book and followed Miss Diah's steps towards the teacher's room.

Oh, Brother Henny? What's he doing here?

The question immediately came to my mind. When I saw Brother Henny sitting in the teacher's room.

"Sister?" my broom. But Brother Henny only returned with a smile. But it is not a smile that shows happiness.

"I'm sorry again, ma'am. I'm going to pick up Manda" he said

"Yeah. Please, I have also conveyed to his homeroom teacher" replied Ms. Diah.

Either true or not. I had seen a flash of sadness in the netra Bu Diah. What's wrong with her?

"Come, I'll explain!"

Huh huh? What's the matter? What you want, Brother Henny, is clear. And why do I have to get home early today?

I say goodbye to Ayu and Arina. When they asked what was it? I just kept quiet because I didn't know what was going on!

I looked at Brother Henny with some questions constantly popping up in my mind. Slowly, I ventured to ask, "Sister, what is the matter really? Why did Kakqk pick me up at school? Why not Om Zidan?"

I could hear Brother Henny breathing so deeply, before he said the words that managed to leave me speechless a thousand languages.

"So, the hospital contacted my sister. They asked my brother to come to the hospital. Em, Brother Zidan, he had a back-to-back accident about an hour ago."

Pain, sore, tightness. All that feeling stares at my heart. Destroying it, just like the time when Mom and Dad left me.

My lips feel stiff. While tears kept dripping, soaking my cheeks and hijab.

"O Lord, this time, I surrender to You. I'm sure you know better what's best for me. But, if I may ask, please.... Don't take Om Zidan from me."

...----------------...

...Flashbacks...

About an hour ago.

A truck was traveling at high speed from the east. While a biker suddenly turned the direction, was about to return to the left lane. But alas, the truck that had been speeding up instead hit the motorcyclist and a black car that was driving in front of him. Until the car bounced off the roadside. While the truck continued to run until it hit several other three riders in front of him.

A man in the black car tried to get out. But everything suddenly turned dark. He lost his consciousness.

Everyone who felt around the scene rushed to rescue the victims. One thing they regret. They can't save the life of the biker. He breathed his last before the ambulance arrived.

...----------------...