THE UNIVERSE IS FOLLOWING US
CHAPTER 16

Marriage is the process of binding a sacred promise between a man and a woman. Marriage should not be done haphazardly because this is the longest form of worship and can be maintained until death separates.

If one is able and mature emotionally, by getting married, one can perfect half of his religion. From the value of the household, various things that have been categorized as sins, if done with a husband or wife are recorded as worship on the side of Allah SWT.

For Juna, the wife is a trust that must be maintained. That's what Mama Salma always wanted him to do. My mom always told me to treat women well.

"You were born of a woman. And you will also have the offspring of a woman. Treat women with respect. Heaven under the feet of the mother. But for your wife, her heaven is in her husband. If you treat him well. God willing, he would do the same.

A man who remembers that he was born in the womb of his mother would surely think a thousand times to offend a woman, for he realizes that his mother is also a woman.”

After meeting Rian, Juna picked up Dira who was waiting at the office. The sky was bright with clouds adorning it. Juna walks into Dira's study. The woman fell asleep at her desk. Juna stroked his wife's hair and put a kiss on her forehead. A moment Dira wriggled to see the husband was not separated from her.

"Mas," she said.

"My wife is sleeping well. Just keep going."

"My head is a little dizzy. So I just choose to sleep." complained Dira.

"That's why I said not to work. Let me finish your job. I took a leave of absence from work in Lembang."

"Mas, sorry to bother you. Because of me you have to leave the factory."

"It's my job, baby."

"Mas, are we going to see Dr Melati?"

"Not first. You're pale, rest first if you're fit we've just been to the doctor jasmine."

"No, mas. We're leaving now."

"But, baby ..." Juna leads Dira to sit on the sofa in the workspace.

"My physical condition is not good, Mom. We'll check up with Dr. Melati. Let us know the condition of our child. What influence? people say that his mother is not well our son is also sick."

"Darling, you're just pregnant. Don't get too in his work force. Didn't you promise my mom and I that I only work half a day. So we go home, yeah, I don't want you to do anything."

"Yes, mas. We're home." Dira took her bag on the nightstand. While Juna tidied up some files to take home.

"Cock brought, mas. Let it be."

"Let me finish up at home while you're nemenin."

The car that Juna was driving drove by left the office. Dira sat next to her husband while looking at the wide streets.Hustle bustle Jakarta Jakarta became a city with the activity of its citizens without stopping. It all started in the early hours of the morning when the dawn showed itself. Behind the 1001 skyscrapers of the city of Jakarta the sun slowly illuminates. It is like a new energy for every creature that inhabits Jakarta City. Jakarta residents are famous for the discipline to go to work in the morning. Nothing but to avoid long traffic jams.

Even so, traffic jams are always loyal friends across the road in Jakarta City. Without a long distance, the streets are filled with various types of vehicles. They also hunt with time as the sun begins to rise.

This kind of scenery is easy to find on every street corner of Jakarta. Morning and evening commute vehicles are never inevitable.

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Ms. Delia, you're diagnosed with Alzheimer's."

"Why should I be the one..."

"Is there a cure, dok?" ask Rian.

"At this time the disease is still rare cure." Doctor Jaya patted Rian on the shoulder.

"Is this deadly?"

"No dear. I'm right next to you." Rian hugged his wife in shock with the doctor's verdict.

Delia continued walking in the hospital hallway. His mind glared after hearing the doctor's verdict. For a moment he shrank his body weight in a long iron chair.

Is it a severe disease?

It was a question that landed in his heart. He had heard that the disease could make the sufferer so dazed. He had heard when his grandfather was sentenced to senile illness, even can wet the bed anywhere.

Am I going to be a burden to Rian?

Again the thought landed in his brain. Even if it is the duty of the husband to protect his wife. It is the duty of the husband to be charged all that his wife experiences. Although he felt pity if Rian bore everything he experienced.

Delia walked down the hospital hallway. His gaze was straight ahead. For a moment he stopped seeing some people passing around him. For a moment he was surprised why he was in the hospital, even though he felt he had just been at home joking with mama Yasmin. Delia looked at people with various activities.

"I'm where..." Delia slumped her body. She was terrified to be in the hospital.

"Mama .. papa.. I'm afraid.." he whispered.

"Sir Oka, brother Rayyan, brother Farhan, where are you?" her crying became more.

"Mama.." a small voice greeted him.

"Who are you?" ask while returning his steps.

"Ogel." said the little voice.

"Mama..." Roger held Delia's hand.

"I'm not your mom!" Delia ran away leaving Roger alone.

"Darling ...." Delia looked towards the call.

"rian ... You're Rian, right?"

Delia was terrified to see Rian. The figure of the man who has taken his crown. The crown he will keep for Arjuna. One year later Delia closed herself off from her family in Indonesia. One more year he shut down access to avoid Arjuna. In fact, when he returned to Indonesia Arjuna's heart was already adrift to Dira.

"Go!" Shouted Delia like a madman.

"Honey," cried Rian while holding Roger.

"Suster please follow my wife. He's Alzheimer's, so you're in a daze. Please sister I don't want her to do anything." Several hospital officials surrounded Delia who tried to escape. One of the sisters gave an injection to calm Delia down. Shortly thereafter, Delia was unconscious.

"I'm sorry, baby." sobs Rian.