When Love Should Determine
Chapter 3

After work, Hamzah invited Larissa first. They went home together.

Arriving at home, they clean themselves alternately. And after both were finished, Hamzah invited Larissa to pray Ashar congregation, but Larissa even looks agitated to hear the invitation. It was a day when he suddenly came by the moon, and now he was confused how to convey it. He was afraid Hamzah was angry.

Seeing the uneasiness on his wife's face, Hamzah asked, "What's wrong, sayank? How, you look confused?".

Larissa was still confused as to how to say it. "Emmh.anu yank".

"Anu what? Let's just say it, don't hesitate".

"Emh. I'm actually coming on the moon" said Larissa half in doubt, she lowered her head while biting her lower lip.

"Wow, the newlyweds languish. Had to fast because of the bloody tragedy" Hamzah commented. He laughed crisply while patting his own eel.

Because of the busy after the wedding yesterday, they have not had time to enjoy their first night. And now Larissa even the arrival of her monthly guests.

"I'm sorry, Yank. I just found out!" larissa said she was not feeling well. He felt guilty, afraid Hamzah was disappointed.

Hamzah laughed at Larissa's facial expression. Larissa was upset because she was laughed at by him. "Kok, you're laughing, anyway!".

"Your face is funny if you frown" said Hamzah, still laughing.

Larissa was getting upset. "Not funny!" flicking the lip tip.

Hamzah is getting more and more twisted. Tears came out of his eyes. He held his stomach which was starting to hurt.

After a while, Hamza stopped laughing. "Yes already, it's okay. It's not your fault either!" hamzah said after he had regained control of himself.

"But, Yank. I don't feel good about you".

"No pa pa pa. You don't have to feel bad about me. After all, this is a natural thing, it shows that your reproductive system is healthy. Maybe the time is not right" said Hamzah calming.

"Really, Yank?" larissa said, seeking the truth in Hamzah's speech.

Hamzah nodded his head with a smile. Larissa made a big smile. He was relieved because Hamzah did not bother coming this month.

"If so, I pray first. You just rest first, then we eat together" said Hamzah.

Hamzah spread the prayer mat on the floor. Then he performed four rakaats of Ashar prayer. Larissa was laying on the bed, waiting for her husband to finish praying.

After they finished praying, they headed to the dining table and ate together.

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at night Hamzah got word that his infant aunt's son had died. They were asked to come there to help take care of the bodies.

Hamzah gegas invites Larissa to takziyah there. They rode the butut bike he had used, because that was the only means of transportation he had.

After a long time pedaling bicycles, they also arrived there. Their arrival was greeted with a voice of scorn from some people.

"Ha ha ha look at that, they're here on a butut bike!".

"Yes, the woman was riding an ugly bicycle".

"Yes, yeah. She is beautiful. I want to be married to a guy like that".

Hamzah just stroked the chest hearing their scorn. He did not want to respond to their words. Anyway, come to think of it, there's no benefit either. It will even add to the problem later. Especially in a sad mood like this.

Larissa looked down her head. Tears dripped from her eyes.

Seeing his wife grieving, Hamzah approached to comfort her. He grabbed Larissa's body into his arms. "Don't be sad, honey. Don't put it in the heart. There is no point in thinking about their words. It'll only ruin our hearts and minds".

Larissa raised her head, looking at her husband's face. "I'm not sad because of their hurtful words, Yank. But I'm sad to think of you!" staring with a sad face.

"Thinking me? what am I why?" staring doesn't understand.

"You're a good man, yank. I don't like to see them insult you like that".

Hamzah smiled at Larissa's reply. "You take it easy, I'm fine".

"But....".

"Here, don't think about it anymore. Didn't I tell you, the most important thing is you and me. Because we are the ones who live, not them" Hamzah said, wiping away Larissa's tears.

"Now smile, dong. I don't like to see you sad like this".

Larissa also showed her sweetest smile, making Hamzah's heart happy to see it. "Well, that's dong. Smiling is beautiful".

"i am beautiful from birth!" larissa narcissistic.

"Oh, yes, I forgot!" scratching the head that does not itch. " My wife is the most beautiful woman in the world!" praising while pinching the tip of Larissa's nose.

Larissa smiled at Hamzah's praise. They both smile.

"Now you wait at my mom's house, yeah. My uncle asked me to go to the cemetery to check if it was finished yet to make the burrow" said Hamzah.

Larissa nodded. He immediately went to Hamzah's parents' house. It just so happened to be behind the funeral home.

After Larissa left, Hamzah headed to the cemetery to check. After a while he came back again.

A few minutes after Hamzah arrived, the body had arrived from the hospital ready to be buried. For a moment he was buried in the house.

The deceased aunt's child was only a few weeks old. He was born with a very worrying situation. He was wrapped around the umbilical cord and could not cry at birth. Doctors took immediate action to save his life.

During the few days of treatment, the condition of the baby has not changed, even his condition is getting worse, even he was critical. The doctor repeatedly did the dialysis, but did not also show satisfactory results.

Finally the family agreed to remove all the equipment attached to his body. They could not bear to see his condition. In addition they are also hit with the cost of hospitals that are increasingly more days.

Before being taken to the funeral, the uncle gave the baby a name. His name is Zulkarnain.

Uncle kissed the face of his son who had stretched stiff. Tears were shed, but he tried to shake her off

Aunty couldn't see her son's face for the last time. He was not given a chance to do that. The family was afraid that the aunt could not accept the departure of her son.

Late at night, the body was immediately taken to the cemetery. Using a sling, the uncle carried the body of his son. He decided it was he who carried his body.

With tears streaming down, the uncle delivered the body to the burrow. Accompanied by relatives and some close neighbors.

After they had buried the boy's body, they returned to their homes, as did Hamzah and Larissa. They immediately shed a tired body when they got home.