Test Loyalty
When Recalling Husband in Difficult Times

Entering Dhena's pregnancy period which is almost six months makes her feel very heavy during her life. Today he went to the hospital to check for sinusitis that attacked him again. Pain in the face, especially the eyebrows, makes it unable to do daily activities. After leaving Fathan to Ningsih, Dhena stops the transport which takes him to the hospital.

Descending from the angkot Dhena footsteps to the administration to register with the poly that will be addressed.Nearly an hour he sat in line at the registration section waiting for his name to be called.

The scenery around him really made his heart rustle. How not. Almost all who were sitting on the queue bench they were all sitting with their respective partners. Only Dhena alone sat alone without a husband figure accompanying her. Because Hariz still had to wait for his second wife in the recovery period after the curette action.

Dhena's memory travels back to the times when she lived in harmony with Hariz despite being faced with a very difficult economic situation. Long before Hariz became acquainted and often got material help from Nelly.

Back Flash.

Dhena's deep sleep was disturbed because of water droplets that hit some of her legs. He jumped straight into a sitting position on the bed. The woman felt some of the sheets that had been soaked through the cotton mattress inside.

Dhena looked at the innocent face of her toddler who was sleeping soundly without being disturbed even though some of her limbs had been drenched in water droplets from the roof of the room that leaked evenly.

While the sound of rain out there is still heard pouring heavily on the roof of the house accompanied by the roar of strong winds.

"Mas, get up first, Mas .... !" Dhena said quietly while patting the husband's hand.

"What's up, tho, Dek?" The husband squinted his eyes withstanding the drowsiness.

"Look, Mas, how can I not sleep, Fathan also some of his body is wet." Dhena expressed her condolences.

"Yes, how about it again, moving outside the room is also the same as in all leaking, right?" answer Hariz because he already knew that used as the middle room had also leaked because maybe the asbestos retaining bamboo used as the roof was weathered and fragile until the asbestos locking nails were removed one by one resulting in asbestos sagged down so that the roof was open and rainwater could enter the house freely.

The house they were occupying at the time was an old house belonging to his brother Hariz that was left empty for three years before they inhabited it.

Dhena was very grateful and grateful to have been allowed to occupy the house for almost several years without having to pay the rent. Given the income of the husband who only rely on his salary from private schools whose number is below one million.

"Here you go to sleep, it's, right, it's night." Hariz tries to divert Dhena's mind which is uncomfortable with the state of her house due to the leak.

"But, Mom, I can't sleep anymore, in this wet condition."

"Close only the part that fits the leak using a blanket, so it does not get wet immediately about the skin," Hariz suggested later.

Dhena was trying to do what her husband had suggested. He began to cover part of his body with a thick blanket. Likewise, the baby ball just covered with cloth that is still dry to cover his body so that raindrops do not hit the body of Fathan directly.

Although Dhena's eyes feel heavy to withstand drowsiness, but he has not been able to close his eyes again because every time he wants to sleep still feels water droplets that make him awake again.

I don't know at what time Dhena finally fell asleep. And woke up the husband who was neat with sarongs, cocoa clothes, and black peci on the head to invite him to pray Bersama'ah dawn.

However, just as Dhena was about to get out of bed and set her feet on the floor of the room, she was stunned to see the puddles that had filled the room.

"Mas, where do we pray, this?" the question is confused when about to spread the cool but all the floors are in water inundated conditions.

"Here, I've been mopping earlier. I also prayed first because the place could not be for both." Hariz showed a place in the corner of the living room that looked dry and no longer inundated.

After the dawn prayer with the mucena still attached in his body Dhena began to sob. No longer able to stem the feeling of the nelangsa in his chest.

"Who, what, why cry?" hariz asked in surprise when he saw his wife tear up.

"I'm sad, Mas, it feels good to see the state of the house that we place like this," said Dhena began to sob.

"Feeling sad, nelangsa, anyway, it's okay, it's humane. But do not let our sadness with this situation even forget the other favors of God." Hariz tried to respond to Dhena's feelings so wisely.

"When Mas visited Jakarta, there Mas saw a family who made a cart as a place to live, his children slept huddled in the narrow wagon, he said, his parents slept on cardboard boxes on the sidewalk. We are much luckier than them, here we have a room, there is a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom. While other people live under a bridge beside the river that is covered with concrete without walls, because it has no fixed place to live" added Hariz at length.

"But, still sad, Mas, especially later if our child is awake. Hows it? Can't go down to the floor because it's slippery, let alone Fathan just learning the way," argued Dhena in between his sobs.

"From late with sadness, mending we pray to the Supreme Regent so that in the future our family is given sufficient sustenance and blessings. Especially now that it is raining including the time of prayer mustajabnya," Hariz invited later.

Dhena said, praying in her heart, ' Allahumma soyiban nafi'an.' Hoping to someday be given the convenience of getting enough sustenance and blessings.

However, the clear liquid that had flowed from earlier in Dhena's eye patch became more and more spilled.

"Why else, how come, cry again?" Hariz asked in wonder.

"I'm scared, Mom."

"Fear what?"

"Fear .. If someday after we are given the opportunity to live a life of prosperity, then we forget about me and our children."

"Astaghfirullahaladziim .. why have such bad thoughts?" The eyes of the husband stared intently at Dhena.

"Yes, Mas, I'm afraid of happening as in the story of 'Layangan Putus' which was once viral," replied Dhena added as bothered not to hold back her crying.

"Istighfar, it is not good to have such bad thoughts, we just live this life with good faith to the Supreme Regent of Destiny." Hariz reminded the wife who was too carried away by her feelings.

"Mother Dhena Kohirunnisa, poly ENT."

The call from the loudspeaker from the administration desk brings the nostalgic Dhena daydream to the times when she patiently joined Hariz, her husband a few years ago.