She (Unconsidered Wife)
TEARS 2'S

Arshad folded his alphabet after finishing the Maghrib prayer and took his cellphone which had been ringing since. When he saw the name 'Rio' on his phone screen, Arshad frowned in surprise. Tumben-tumbenan Rio contacted him.

"Assalamu'alaikum, what's wrong? To the point!"arshad said without saying stale, making Rio cluck with his best friend.

"There's no base, you."

"If you are all stale. Why are you calling the cave? Maghrib. Have you not prayed yet?"

"Udah. The cave is now again in the parking lot of the mosque finished praying."

"Nya's not."

"Lo has a grudge keumat what the hell the same cave? From earlier make a mouthful."

"Whatever."

Rio exhaled a coarse breath trying to be patient, "the cave has met Laras."

"Continue?"

"His parents about how Aisyah can ngundang him to the wedding of Anam, her brother Aisyah. Keep him clear to the cave that Aisyah suddenly came to the boutique and Aisyah's attitude was impressed like want nyomblangin lo same Laras."

"What do you mean? Still don't understand the cave."Arshad now sits himself on the bed with his hands still holding his phone stuck to his ear.

"Aisyah's attitude is strange and impressed like you want to be equal Baras back again. Maybe exactly so."

"Why did Aisyah do that?"

"Then ask your wife. Oh yes one more, when Aisyah wants to go home she had a nosebleed. Aisyah said it might be exhausted because lately she's been busy with college work."

"Mi_nosebleed?"arshad's feelings were suddenly bad. But bad thoughts are immediately suppressed.

"Lately, Aisyah has been busy with college assignments and often even the same cave overtime" continued Arshad.

It was a moment of silence until Rio finally reopened his voice, "Ar? Aisha.... Aisyah doesn't hurt, does she?"

Arshad's heart felt like it was in the doldrums hearing Rio's question. The question he had to think about was that he couldn't.

Arshad swallowed his salivary heavy fan trying to convince himself, "no yo. There's no way Aisyah could be. Can't be..."

"Seeing from Aisha's attitude all along, it's possible, Ar. Gua tau lo not even able to think Aisyah why. But, the cave is also sure what is on the mind of the cave, you are also much more thoughtful. There is nothing wrong if you try to find out or ask Aisyah. That's the matiin cave first. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."Arshad lowered the hand holding the phone slowly. Mind empty. Fear now dominates him. Arshad quickly walked towards the closet and left his phone on the bed.

Arshad searched the cupboards, nightstand and drawers in the room looking for something that might be a clue for him. The ringing of the phone that had been heard earlier was left alone without the intention of lifting. He seemed to care about his hearing and did not care whether anyone contacted him.

Arshad kept looking into every corner of the room but there was nothing. Arshad kept thinking and decided to go downstairs to his study. Arshad opened the room nonchalantly then quickly walked to the table that Aisyah used to study at.

With a chaotic feeling, Arshad ransacked Aisyah's belongings and books with trembling hands. Until finally he stopped because he found a white envelope with a hospital logo that he found was among the books owned by Aisyah.

Breath of Arshad hunting. Arshad grasped the envelope with his unusually shaking hands. Unable to open the envelope at once unprepared with something he would find after reading the contents. It is really inconceivable how would he be if the bad possibility he was thinking about actually happened?

Arshad sighed and braced himself to open the envelope.

Slowly Arshad opened the envelope and read the piece of paper he had taken from it. Once again Arshad sighed heavily and read the contents.

Arshad frowned, "glioblastoma?"Arshad doesn't know what kind of disease it is. Arshad quickly walked to his desk and found out what kind of disease it was.

DEG

A single tear finally fell on her cheek. His heart stopped beating and his breath stopped. Arshad fell on his chair with his hands firmly grasping the handle of the chair. God, it hurts her to accept all of this.

Flashes of memories of Aisyah swirled in his brain. Now Arshad understood the meaning of Aisha's words when she woke up from the dream. Leave. So this is what Aisyah means by 'leaving'? Remembering that, Arshad immediately bit his lower lip violently regardless of the blood flowing on his lips because of the bite.

Again his tears escaped that increasingly filled his face with groans and stuffing poignancy Arshad. Only an instant did he feel happiness after Aisyah returned, then the god took back all that happiness in an instant. What kind of fate is playing tricks on him right now? Why is it so unfair and painful? Couldn't God let her live happily with Aisha until they reached old age?

Arshad asks for nothing more, just let Aisha be with him until old age. Can it? Can it be fulfilled?

"Aisha.."lih Arshad.

Arshad violently wiped his tears and walked out of the room towards his room. Arshad took the phone and also the car keys and immediately went down to the main door.

"Where's Mas Arshad going?"ask bi Nah.

"Auntie take care of the house! I go, assalamu'alaikum."then go out of the house.

"Wa'alaikumussalam."bi Nah was also worried to see her employer who looked so chaotic with tears that were still clearly visible on Arshad's cheeks and also lips that had been bleeding. I don't know what happened to her employer.

"May all be well."

Arshad drove his car at an above average speed. No matter who might be in danger. Aisha. Only his wife was in his brain right now. Arshad's destination is now a hospital according to the address listed on the envelope. He was sure Aisyah must have been there and lied about staying.

After a while, he finally arrived at the hospital. The sound of tires sounds loud to people who are around the parking lot. They were surprised and there was also a curse, but Arshad did not care. He continued to go into the fan approaching the nurse who was standing guard at the reception desk.

"Suster, the patient's ward on behalf of Aisyah Shaqilla Az-Zahra where is it, sus?"ask Arshad.

"Sorry, are you ready?"

"I am her husband."

"Well, wait a minute, sir.."not long after that,"Aisyah Shaqilla Az-Zahra's patient room is on the third floor, room number 214."

"Thank you, sus." Without a stale ado, Arshad immediately ran towards the room called the sister. Ride the elevator that feels very long when only two levels up.

TING

Finally Arshad arrived at the floor he was heading to and walked hurriedly while observing every number of the room. After finding what he was looking for, Arshad picked up his phone and saw some missed calls from Aisyah. Arshad called Aisyah and opened the door.

He could see Aisyah who was pensively staring out the window with one hand holding the infusion pole and the other holding her phone.

The hand was raised as it felt the tremors on its phone.

"Assalamu'alaikum, mas.."the eyes of Arshad were closed firmly holding back his tears. God, why is he so cute? Hearing that soft voice that sounded without any burden instead added to the wound in his heart.

"M_mas? My Ar_"

"Wa'alaikumussalam."when Ayesha's body stiffened. Arshad can see that. And not long after that turned around with a very surprised look on his face.

Aisyah looked at Arshad who was already standing at the door with a cell phone stuck in her ear. Who looked at him softly. It could be seen from those eyes that disappointment was mixed with sadness. The tears that were ready at any time to fall from those sad eyes, complemented the tense but also painful atmosphere.

Arshad again took a strong bite of his already shaking lower lip. It didn't matter if his lips would get sicker and hurt more. Because he knew the pain he felt was nothing compared to the pain Aisyah, his wife, felt.

Aisyah. He believes Arshad must have known everything.

Aisyah walked over, "mas_ I can explain. This is_ me_"

Instantly his body was already in the close arms of Arshad. Can Aisyah feel the vibration of her husband's body. Even his shoulders feel wet. Her husband was crying and that's why. Finally Aisyah also returned Arshad's embrace which is now getting tighter and tighter. Aisha poured out all the grief she had always endured in her husband's arms.

"Aisha.." said Arshad Iirih making the two's cries increasingly become. I can't say anything anymore. A tightness in his chest, making it hard to spout words.