When Love Should Determine
Chapter 9

Isya' Hamzah just got home. He immediately cleaned himself and carried out the obligation of prayer mumpung still have time. And after he finished praying he approached the wife who was seen sitting pensive on the bed.

"What's wrong with you, baby?" said Hamzah softly while sitting himself beside his wife.

"I'm fine, Yank. Just waiting for you to finish praying" replied Larissa, deliberately lying to cover everything.

"You're not lying to me anymore, are you?" ask Hamzah to investigate. He saw the face of his wife. There seemed to be the remains of tears in his eyes. Even his face looks so beautiful.

"Really, Yank. I'm not lying to you anymore. I really don't want to!" larissa said convincingly.

"Keep, why are there tears in your eyes?."

"I'm just missing something, that's all!" answer Larissa. Quickly remove the remaining tears.

"really? you're not pa pa?."

"I.iya. I am not pa pa. Oh yeah, why are you coming home at this hour?" larissa asked, he deliberately shifted the topic so that Hamzah did not continue to ask about the tears he saw

Hamzah grabbed Larissa's hand.Slowly he kissed it. "I'm sorry, Yank. I was busy at the beach. I helped fix the boat that was hollow earlier. It wasn't finished yet. Tomorrow we'll continue again."

"Oh that!" larissa replied while shaking off the forced smile.

"Oh yeah, one more! Later that night I won't go to sea, because the boat I was riding on wasn't fixed yet."

"Yes, Yank. Not pa pa pa. You're not eating?."

"Can. I am also very hungry!."

Larissa immediately got out of bed. But he had not been able to leave the room, the husband again said, "Oh yes, Yank. Please make me coffee too. My head is a little dizzy because I haven't had a coffee since."

Without saying much, Larissa did what her husband asked her to do. She prepared food for her husband, not to forget she also made a cup of coffee.

"Here, Yank the food. Please eat," Larissa said, handing over a plate of rice and side dishes to Hamzah. "And this is coffee for you. I put it here first, yeah" put coffee on the nightstand.

"Thank you very much, dear." Hamzah then ate the dish that his wife brought earlier. He looked so greedy, even though he had not eaten since lunch.

Larissa continued to look at Hamzah who was busy eating. Feeling constantly looked at, Hamzah stopped eating. "Aren't you eating too?" tanyakanya.

"No, Yank. I did that!" larissa is lying. Actually he had not eaten, but he did not taste because he was still thinking about Iqbal's speech earlier.

"Well, I'm eating again, yeah!." Larissa just nodded her head, while Hamzah continued to eat until it was gone.

"Alhamdulillah!" hamzah said he had finished his meal.

"You want to add more, yank?" larissa Hertar.

"No need. I'm full!."

Larissa took the plate from her husband and brought it to the kitchen. After that, he went back into the room.

Hamzah also rushed forward, while Larissa was still in the room, sitting pensively thinking about Iqbal's speech earlier. I could not feel the tears coming back to wet his cheeks.

Suddenly Hamzah went back into the room. He forgot to bring his coffee. Larissa quickly wiped away the tears before Hamzah saw her. Honey, it turns out Hamzah first saw the tears. "Why are you, yank? why crying?" ask Hamzah.

"No, Yank. I'm fine" Larissa replied.

"If you're okay, then why are you crying."

"I just want to cry!" answer Larissa.

Of course Larissa would not tell the truth to her husband. He was afraid of his mother's threat that he would say it all. Maybe they'll be kicked out of the house if they do. Moreover, his mother did not defend him one bit earlier.

Hamza took a long breath. He couldn't force Larissa to be honest. But he also could not ignore the tears.

"Yes, we're out of the house! Let's get some fresh air. Maybe you're bored at home" Hamzah asked.

Larissa did not speak anymore. He chose to obey the words of his husband. Maybe this way he could forget about it.

Finished preparing, they immediately rode the 'Fighter Grasshopper', splitting the lengthened village road.

After a long time swirling in an uncertain direction, finally Hamzah pulled his bike on the side of the road. He bought some snacks there.

Hamzah and Larissa enjoyed the snacks they had bought by the beach. Hamzah seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere that night.

It is different with Larissa. He looks still moody. Hope to be able to forget the incident by going out of the house lost somewhere. In fact, the shadow of the incident still bothers him. It was probably very difficult for him to forget that hurtful iqbal.

Larissa chewed the snack with a reluctant feeling. She just didn't want her husband to think. Sometimes tears fall without a safari.

Hamza looked at his wife's face. He saw something that was deliberately hidden by him. He repeated his question again. "Why are you, Yank? why does it look so moody?."

Larissa still says the same thing. He replied that he was okay. But Hamzah did not give up, he continued to ask. "If you're okay, then why are you crying? come on, tell me. Don't you cover it up like that."

But Larissa kept denying it by saying she was okay. Feeling annoyed at being asked, Larissa finally asked to go home immediately on the pretext that she was tired and wanted to rest.

Hamzah sighed, not knowing how much more to persuade his wife to be forthright, telling the cause of her grief. Hamzah complied with the wife's request. Back on his favorite bike, back home.

Arriving at home, Larissa immediately broke down the body. She lay in a position to her back to her husband. Then he closed his eyes.

Actually Larissa didn't really sleep. He just pretended that Hamzah would stop asking. In his heart he complained, "Oh Allah, why is everything like this? what is my fault in this who is my real father? and why did he never see me?."

"If I was never wanted, why should I be born? What exactly happened between mom and dad? and why should I bear it all."

Such is the lamentation of Larissa's heart. He spilled all the complaints that he had been keeping close. Without letting anyone know.

Without Larissa knowing, it turns out Hamzah continues to pay attention to him. He also knew that Larissa was only pretending to be asleep. He could see the tears coming out of his wife's eyelids.

Feeling annoyed that Larissa did not want to be frank, Hamzah also decided to break down as well. Of course with the position of his back to the wife.