SHAHDU IN THE SENDU
Eternal Love
...Part 47's...
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“Assalamualaikum darling”.
Zain carried his lover's body into a hug, hugged very tightly and showered the head covered in the veil with a kiss. “Mas longs very much.”
“Iza also miss Mas, teramat”.
Zain stared at the face of his lover who kept looming following the three days he was out of this city, a face that made him want to quickly finish his work. Zareen brought her husband's bag and they walked in.
“Add Mas?”
“Udah darling, thanks ya”. Zareen nodded in reply
“Hmm Yes Allah, Zain misses the cuisine of Ibu”.
Ningsih laughed at her son who ate so much, like he had not eaten for three days. “Mother's hand concoction is second to none for the child, and so is it with the wife, which is second to none for husband”.
Zain lifted his head and looked at his wife, chimed in, “really Bu, Mother and Zareen's food is second to none for Zain”.
Zareen simply smiled at the husband, staring at the face that had worried him these few days.
The simple dishes that Zareen and her in-laws made were exhausted. After eating they gather in the family room watching the selected series Echoes. Zareen kept staring at Zain who told Ningsih a lot, only occasionally he chimed in. Because this mother and child discuss a lot of the problems of this big family.
“Why Mas still hasn't discussed the issue ya”.
Zareen moved to sit down beside the echo.
“Kakak”
The monstrous echo on the older brother who was embracing his shoulder. He rubbed the head of the younger brother who refocused on the screen in front of him.
Long time chatting, “No need to build a deck, let Mas carry aj”. Zain raised the Echoes slowly, sleeping on his wife's thigh.
Zareen pinched the tip of his toe that felt tingling because it held the old echo, “Duh.’ He holds on to the outskirts of the closet trying to stand, “Yes Allah grieves terribly.” Within seconds, Zareen spontaneously wrapped his arm around Zain's neck.
“Closely hold Bunda”. Zain laughed at the shocked face of his wife. He took Zareen to their amar. After he lowered Zareen slowly, they lay down together. Zain made his arms cushion his wife, bringing Zareen close to her chest. Zain smiled looking at his wife's silent face, he understood something.
“Honey, sorry Mas ya”. The face was still down, “Kemaren, Mas arrived very late, so Mas did not call Iza, because Mas thought Za must have been sleeping. Mas Ngabarin to Ibu aja, tomorrow morning Mas just want to call Iza. But unfortunately, the next morning Mas suffered a disaster, Mas fell from the balcony when Mas want to contact you”.
The body was broken, Zain took his wife back into his arms.
Zain rubbed his wife's back which shook from crying. “Sayang Mas not why-why. Thank God, this is thanks to the prayers of dear Iza, and our future son”.
“Im sorry Iza Mas”. Zareen tightened her embrace, she deeply regretted her stupidity carried by the seduction of the devil so that she had a bad time to think of her husband. Which turns out that her husband was experiencing misfortune, fortunately the husband is still God saved and can still be with her today. Zareen felt guilty and just kept repeating the apology, yes he was the one who should apologize.
“Mas Iza apologies”.
“Sorry why baby, why are you apologizing?.”
“Oooo or Iza think that all sorts of yes same Mas?”. Zain's question pinched his wife's nose
“Iya sorry Mas, Iza so beware, because said Mbak that communication was cut off the beginning of the destruction of their household, so.”
“Mbak who?.” Zain asked furrowed his brows.
“Mbak on twit.”
“Hah where here try Mas loi.”
Zareen took her phone from under the pillow, swiped and found the blue app. He reopened the writing he had read for a few days and showed it to Zain, “ini Mas.”
Zain sighed, “So because of this Iza think macem-macem same Mas, bad to think?.”
The one asked only bowed his face, staring at the end of the blanket he was playing with. Zain smiled then raised his chin, “Darling, sorry Mas ya who has made you worried, confused, wondering yourself, sorry Mas dear. But one thing I want you to know is that Maspun is just as worried about you. Equally afraid, because here”, Zain pointed up his heart, “there is only one Iza, nothing else. Believe yes dear.” Zareen stared silently into those eyes, but she soon regained consciousness as her husband kissed her on the forehead. “Women Mas only one, and that's Iza, the future Mother of Mas children. Mas dear Iza, Mas love Iza.”
“Iza also love Mas, also love Mas.”
“We must trust each other yes dear.”
Zain pinched both of Zareen's cheeks, he was anxious with the behavior of his lover. But he was happy, because it means that the woman who will be the mother of his children has really made herself special, precious in her heart. Like an old song that says ‘ Jealousy love’ sign, or another phrase ‘angry because dear’. And he was deeply touched by all the worries and anxieties of his wife's determination. Because it made her even more convinced that Zareen had truly loved her.
And yes, this sense of right has existed, and has been profound. This woman he holds has all her tastes. His fear, his worry, his anxiety, his sadness, his gala, his longing, his unfortunately, and his love. Well this woman is her breath, the reason she lives now, the reason she struggles and the reason for being constantly better. Zareen had been residing in his heart, replenishing his heart. Healing his wounds, the wounds that once broke his heart to pieces. But now the love that is engraved because of its presence is perfect love, because it binds with a sacred bond, the love that God chooses, and the love that God desires.
He will guard this love with His love, a love that accepts all shortcomings, and accompanies in obedience. His motivation is his love. Gaining the love of God is the highest ideal of a servant, and so is Zain. Now this is also the goal. And he again gave thanks because God presented Zareen in his life, the woman who was able to accompany him on this journey, who was able to hold tightly his hands to walk side by side, who was able to fill him when he began to get tired. And that was the fate he hated. Now all thanksgiving is spoken, watering the remnants of the frenzy of anger and regret that he used to curse. He will take his wife to his heaven, so that this love is eternal, inseparable.
TO BE CONTINUE
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