Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Make peace...

"Well, I'll tell Umi to be-"

"Our core family is okay. But don't...." My tears are dripping again. "They don't pity me."

"Yes," said Mas Ilham, he nodded again. "Later I told them. They can come here just to visit. That's it."

"Thank you, Mum. And. one more. After this, I mean, after Lebaran and this semester's off, I want to stop teaching. I just want to be home. It's okay, right?"

Bemoan. This time Mas Ilham just nodded - nodding a few times without a sound. I know he understands why I want to.

After that, we were both silent. Only the sound of the newly lit television Umi dominated. Yeah, I know, and I don't know when I'm going to avoid people - - for the sake of protecting my heart from something that might, if spoken, break my feelings even deeper. I was scared, and too cowardly.

But in terms of managing the heart, everyone has their own way, right?

And this is my way. Evades.

But...

"Already, Nduk, it's not your fault. You don't have to apologize" Umi said with her gentleness as she rubbed my head. "It's important you're safe, and you need to recover quickly, huh? Remember, lo, you guys want a honeymoon after this Lebaran. If your condition has recovered, you should still leave. Because it's good for both of you. God willing, God will replace it. We pray together, yes. Ichtiar."

Um, that's roughly the series of sentences spoken by my mother-in-law that I can catch in my sad cry. Afterwards, he asked me not to dissolve in grief and assured me that I was strong. And we agreed not to continue discussing the miscarriage. So, the next discussion was between him and Umi, they agreed to take turns waiting for us in the hospital. Of course, we would not be comfortable if other people who accompany, although uncomfortable also actually let our parents sleep in the hospital and curled up on a minimalist sofa, although not comfortable, leave the comfort of their home for a while. But, how else?

"Know no, there is something else for which we should be grateful," said Mas Ilham who was sitting leaning on his bed, turning to my side.

Practically my eyebrows raised. "What's that?" my many.

"This," he said. He moved his head, raised his chin. "It's lucky it's not my jaw that's hurt. Otherwise, geez, I can't imagine what if my brew runs out."

Hm, funny, anyway. If I remember, I should have laughed.

But at that time I couldn't laugh. My body was too sick and it seemed that part of my sense of humor was lost with my son. So I can only smile a little. That too I must force.

I'm sorry, Mas. It's not easy. Ii'm sorry....