The End of Hope
25 Eps. Love Is A Word

"Well..." Naya and Farah let out a long sigh while stretching out their two hands. Breathing in the typical beach air is full of lung ability and releases CO2 strongly.

'This is the beach.'

Then Naya screamed as loud as she could, she let out a tightness in her chest. Most people on the beach do it, right? Come on, it's not just kids who need to scream. Adults need to, too. Especially for those whose daily life often receives loads, tasks and responsibilities that are not small and routine.

"It's relieved now?" farah said when Naya was back sitting on the folding carpet that Farah had brought from home.

"Ahh..lega, a little" said Naya stroking her own chest.

They sit facing the beach of Carnation whose beauty is quite famous in the Metropolitan city. While Farah's toddler was fast asleep.

"Smile to yourself, because one smile of yours will lighten one load on your shoulders" Farah said, rubbing Naya's shoulders.

"Yes, but we still need God. All this time, if I am sad, I like to talk directly to God. Complain to Him. Especially since my mother died. It felt like there was no place to lean" Naya said after drinking the bottled mineral water that was left half.

"It turns out you are smart, how to find solutions to calm the heart, get closer to God."

"It's also from you, Far."

"I'm not a pious person either, Nay. There's still a lot of harm. But what happened to you can be a lesson to me too. You're the forgiving one."

"I forgive my husband because I still love him. Or maybe it's true that people usually forgive for fear of loss" Naya said.

'Many of us forgive for fear of loss, letting wounds continue to gap just for the sake of occasional happiness.'

"I think, it doesn't matter that we're afraid of losing someone we love. That's natural." said Farah while sniffing his shoulders.

"Yes. I fear that if I do not forgive and do not accept Rudian's situation, I will be blamed, scorned and left behind. Frankly, I want Rudian to be all I want to be. Is that selfish?"

'I've often been blamed for being barren. I don't want to be blamed constantly. Does that mean I am weak?'

"Yes, one of the selfishness of women is not to share a husband, even though religion allows" said Farah.

"There are conditions, must be able and fair. But how can it be fair if the husband can share but the wife is demanded otherwise" said Naya with sparkling eyes looking for support, then continued her speech

"Why don't you want your husband to get married again, because it hurts. This sick, Far. If the husbands were treated equally. They will not be strong. Their hearts are actually one. Just like a woman."

"It's worth a lot of news about men mutilating their partners because it was discovered that his wife was cheating on him with another man." Naya.

"Well, there it is. The anger of men is greater than the anger of women. Serem. It could be because God made our hearts softer."

"Oh yes, Nay. I've heard that we have to say a lot of Latif. It is the name of Allah, which means tender. To make our hearts open in accepting the reality of life and forgiving the shortcomings of others."

"All right, thanks for the advice. Still no advice to me?" asked Naya smiling.

"It's hard, I'm not the expert." said Farah with a laugh, and he said again.

Hearing Farah's words, Naya thinned her lips.

'Experts what? I'm still down now. Still trying to entertain myself. Still have the courage to accept all this destiny with a chest of air. Because actually this destiny can be prevented with a lot of worship and restraint.'

Naya justifies her sitting position while enjoying a snack. Said.

"Think about it, love is a verb. If love, it has to be this way and so the consequences. All that blah bala blah, must be done out of love, out of love. If love in reality is done with a different promise, then people will say, he said love but this is how it is, but how is it. That means love is a verb. There must be a real act that proves love."

"Well, you're right. Nays. Want to be a ustazdah like that."

'Ustadz let alone, Farah...?'

"Nih, ustadz.." said Naya as she pinched Farah's cheek anxiously. Then ran barefoot towards the beach.

"Hey... Naya...!" Farah yells, which awakens her son, and he can't catch up with Naya. He let Naya walk alone on the beach while he gave milk to the little one.

"Eh, it's similar." said Naya muttering to herself. He saw three people joking on the beach, they were like a family consisting of a father and two daughters.

'But this is not a holiday. Can't they go on vacation to the beach?'

Naya sees the children far away there are Yoni, Raya and Ares. The three of them seemed to be playing beach ball cheerfully. But a considerable distance made Naya reluctant to confirm it.

'Ah, it's just me being too far-fetched'

"Lord!" Farah called out to Naya while holding her little child's hand.

"Hey, sweet. Already awake?" naya said while squatting to align her body with Farah's child.

"Miss, I'm not a cat. So don't call me sweet. Call my name Sabita, that's my name" Farah said representing her son who only smiled at Naya.

They again walked down the beach while playing the waves and looking for sea slugs. Sometimes Naya's gaze was still fixed on the three people in the distance.

"You see who, Nay. Do you know who they are?" farah asked while pointing at the three people who were far away from her chin.

"Where I know. I don't know them. Do you know?"

"Say, they were the owners of the villa at the end. Does it look like it's from here?"

"Hemm.." muttered Naya while looking at the direction Farah pointed.

"That's, dad's with his two kids. He said his wife had died before the eyes of her husband, who was pregnant. His wife was in an accident and had to have her child born at that time without being drugged because she was a pin."

Hearing Farah's story, Naya's feathers goosebumps imagining such a tragic event. Stories are like in a fairy tale world. How can you give birth to a caesarean without being drugged after giving birth?

"What about the child he was born with, is he a selmat?" ask Naya to be curious. It's an interesting story.

"Congratulations, alhamdulillah. But until now the boy's father was widowed. It was like a trauma of having another wife. He is a rich man."

'Oh, that means those people are not Yoni's family. Because Mr. Ares is a rich man. The car he used was the car of a million avanza people, most of the rich middle class down, had.'

"Naya, you think, what?" farah asked to look at Naya who was silent while looking at the three people in the distance.