The Energy Of Love 2
Imperfection

Starting from 15.00 pm this Persaji warung has been visited by many people who want to buy to know fighters. The place is quite strategic, still Simpang Lima Semarang area. The taste of petis tofu here is delicious and delicious. Visitors are not only from local residents, there are also from outside Semarang City.

Including Henry and Fira who are enjoying tofu petis while warm. The two sit side by side. His black and thick petis was appetizing. If you know this is bitten, it will feel smelly petis. Especially if added cayenne pepper, if you want a spicy taste.

"You like to know petis, huh?" ask Henry.

"Not like it anymore, really like it. I like tempeh and know. Know this Sumedang, pong and petis. It's delicious anyway," replied Fira as she chewed the petis tofu voraciously.

"Mistake no mistake - I chose a wife who likes to eat simple but delicious like this. Usually there are women if you have succeeded in becoming a prestige to eat at a kayak gini stall."

"I'm still Fira like this, hehehe."

"That's what I fell in love with you. You are living hard or successful is the same. Meaning simplicity. Yes, even if something changes a little, now you become fashionable and like grooming."

"It could be, hehehe."

"Oh, yes, Fir, I want to talk to you."

"What deliberation?"

A young man who worked at the stall delivered two drinks to Henry and Fira. A glass of water and a glass of iced tea. Carefully place two drinks in front of two customers. Fira thanked the young man. And Henry too. Finally the young man passed away.

Feeling something stuck in his throat, Fira immediately drank the iced tea through a straw. Looks like his throat is fresh again like it's cold in the fridge. Now Fira felt relieved after drinking the iced tea. While Henry only sipped water as an antidote to thirst.

"We're not forever at Mami's and Papi's house. Sometimes I want to be independent, I want our family to have their own home" Henry said.

"Your thoughts are like mine, hehehe" said Fira.

"really? Thank God, then."

"I'm actually thinking that, too, but I'm not good at talking to you."

"Why not good, baby? We're married, just talk if there's an uneg-uneg." Henry then stroked softly Fira's cheek.

Fira. "I'm still shy with you."

"The plan is I want to have my own house that is not far from the office."

"Automatically the kids moved schools too?"

"Yes, that's it."

Fira thought hard. The bright face's sharpened instantly. Henry saw the look on Fira's changed face immediately felt bad. Henry's sweat began to pour in the temple. Fira looked at Henry.

"It's a shame that the kids moved to school. Because TK and SD Islam have become one there. I also know his teacher. Should our house still be one housing with Mother-Father?" obviously Fira.

"In the Tembalang, huh?" ask Henry.

"He-em," replied Fira briefly.

"Yes, too, yeah. The kids must be comfortable in school now. Yeah, well, then later I'll try to find a house in Tembalang Housing."

"Yes, it's nothing, Hen. But, that's the only thing that's still the same way children's schools. If from Papi-Mami's house is quite a distance, hehehe."

"Okay, I get your point. So, what kind of house do you want?"

"I am one floor, I mean not multi-storey. Importantly the area and width of the land. It's worth it for our family."

"I also want to build my own family. Got a story from home."

"Thank you, Henry. For accepting me and the children."

"I love you all. I want to make you happy."

I don't know how many times Fira was grateful in her heart? Surely a lot. So grateful, his heart was always full. How grateful he was to have a husband like Henry, knowing a man like Henry who was willing to accept himself and the children. Henry was previously a bachelor. Fira is a widow. But Henry's love for Fira was sincere, regardless of status or age.

"Why, why cry, why?" asked Henry in astonishment.

"I'm just full. In this world I am grateful to have met you and known you. Which used to be, to me you are impossible. Now you are real my soul mate. Everything was unexpected and went so fast. Ah, what am I talking about?" answer Fira. He hugged Henry. His father's face is now sinking in the chest of Henry's field wrapped in a plain T-shirt combined with a gray jacket.

"I also need to thank Ratih's mother for giving birth to a daughter as fresh as you, Fira. Maybe, if we don't meet and know each other, I won't have the spirit of life before. Even though you used to be with Mas Kirsandi and are now with me."

Fira releases a hug from Henry. Look at her husband seriously. "Will not have the spirit of life before. Meanin?"

"It's nothing. That's when I was in school, school kids were having problems, right?"

Fira is sensitive to Henry's words, he then sat down, "*****definitely the story of his friends with the mafia boy, yes. Why isn't Henry open about it? Did Henry still have trauma until now?"

***

In the car, Henry remained flat. Fira looked at her husband. He hoped Henry would open up to him. If Fira asks Henry to open up, Henry worries. The atmosphere was instantly silent.

"If there's something going wrong, talk to me. I'm ready to be your loyal listener" said Fira carefully.

Henry turned to Fira. Precisely this time Fira was made dumbfounded to see the look on Henry's face. Henry's expression confused Fira. Between not wanting to open up or holding something that bogged down?

"I'm sorry, if I'm impressed to force you," said Fira then lowered his head.

"You already know from Mami about me, right?" ask Henry.

Fira turned back to Henry and replied, "yes, I already know."

"If you want me to be okay, you better not tell that story again."

Fira frowned at Henry's words as she muttered, "does Henry still have that trauma? Why did Henry talk like that just now?"

The man in the grey jacket was driving the car with a focused gaze on the road. Fira tried to look at Henry's pair of narrowed eyes carefully. When viewed from the glare of Henry's eyes, such as holding a deep sadness. Feeling seen by his wife, Henry then turned to Fira. Fira nodded and returned to her sitting position.

The ringing of Fira's device rang from inside the bag. The young blue-threaded lady was shocked. He then reached into his sling bag. Looking at the screen of the device, there was an incoming call from Titania, Owner Hijab Lyra. Without thinking, Fira picked up the phone from her friend.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Fira," said Titania.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Titania, what's wrong?" said Fira.

"It's not very busy. Why the hell?"

"Gini, even if you like, yes. You are the brand ambassador of Hijab Lyra for a long time. You know, there are also Muslim fashion brands from Ali Store, still one dong factory. Well, I want you and your husband to shoot Muslim fashion Muslimah couple. You are already mahram. I think tomorrow can start" explained Titania.

"Awhile, I talked to my husband first" said Fira.

"Well, phone or WhatsApp I'll, yes, if there's an answer." Titania and Fira ended the conversation over the phone.

Fira was happy to get another photo shoot offer. Not because of the fantastic pay. But Fira does like to take pictures in front of the camera. Moreover, his fellow female photographer who was already familiar with him. But now he is married, of course, must get permission from Henry first. The one who can decide whether or not is Henry.

"Henry," call Fira.

"Yes" said Henry.

"I just got a call from my friend. She owns Hijab Lyra. I'm the brand ambassador. Well, he was invited to us for a Muslim fashion photo shoot. You're not pleased?" obviously Fira.

"Hmm, could that be."

"Seriously so?"

"Yes, it's quite time-consuming right? I'm also proud to have a BA wife. Oh, if so-then you become an ad star also in Excellent Advertising."

"Ih, what the hell? If it's a big ad in your company, I don't want to know!"

"The same as me."

"What advertising is it?"

"Yes, I don't know if there's a job."

"Can a boss be an advertising star?"

"Yes, I may, if I ask them or they no longer have a model for advertising, hahaha. I'm young and handsome too, right?"

"Basic!"

Fira was happy to see Henry laughing again. The mood in the car improved. Unfortunately for her husband, Fira kissed Henry's left cheek. Henry who was driving the car was wrong. The oriental face's sharpness was instantaneous. Fira gave a small laugh seeing Henry's filing.

"Don't kiss here, I won't concentrate on driving the car, baby" Henry said.

"Again, hehehe" said Fira, "oh, yes, you said after a month of our marriage, you will be busy again. So, we don't have any honeymoon plans?"

"Some, I've been thinking about that. After we get to Canada, we're on our honeymoon to take the kids on vacation."

"Allah, thank goodness then."

"I definitely thought, baby. I also want time with you before I get busy again." Henry gently stroked the light blue triangular hijab that Fira wore.

Henry with his mesra kissed the back of his beloved wife's hand. Fira's heart was touched. He thought he didn't want to waste quality time with Henry. Because if Henry is busy later, it will be rare moments of their intimacy.

***

Time is getting late. The night sky is thick without moonlight and stars. It's like it's cloudy tonight and there's going to be rain. Fira who was on the balcony of the second floor house was enjoying the cold of the night. Just let go of fatigue after accompanying the sleep of Zayn and Zema. It just so happens that Zayn and Zema's room in her in-laws house is located on the second floor.

While standing enjoying the breeze, Fira wants to spoil her eyes by looking at her wedding photo with Henry on her Instagram account. His fingers surfed on his Instagram account, there were many notifications of likes and comments on his second wedding photos. Unexpectedly who liked the wedding photos of Fira and Henry was estimated to be one million. While the commenting there are eighty thousand.

Fira's curiosity was stirred, his fingers surfing to read the comments on the photo of his marriage with Henry. There were many who congratulated and prayed favors for her and Henry. There is also no idea if Henry and Fira are paired. Even ironically, there are also those who do not accept if Henry and Fira married. But the comments were not received that many were attacked by those who supported Henry and Fira.

Even more surprising, the comments were not only from Indonesians. There were also Koreans, but Fira did not understand Hangul's writing. Fira so remember the word Hardi past, true he said - Fira's relationship with Henry is not only influential in the country. But also abroad. As soon as the fingers surfed on his Instagram profile, it was true that his followers grew. At first one million more followers, now one million more nine followers, almost at the figure of two million followers.

"Who lived me and Henry, we enjoyed happily. But, those who don't even like it don't seem to know very well my life and Henry. I feel like laughing. Though they have never met with me and Henry," said Fira chuckling.

"Other people think I'm married to Henry it's a fortune. Having a handsome and well-established husband, it is definitely the dream of every woman. However, if they knew my position, would they accept what Henry has had in the past?" continued.

"Do you think people like me and Henry are perfect like fairy tales? Though we are also ordinary humans must have their shortcomings and tests. Only, they didn't see it all. All they see is a perfect and successful life."

The wind grew stronger, making the negligee and hijab worn by Fira almost exposed. When Fira was about to turn around, the spotlight was on the front fence of her house-in-law. Fira is stunned to see Rafi in front of the fence. The man stood up while looking up at Fira who was on the balcony of the second floor house. Feeling seen by Fira, Rafi rushed to get into her car.

"That's why people? Been warned not to bother me and Henry. Now he's coming in front of the fence. I don't think anything's wrong with this" grumbled Fira.

"Fira, where are you going? It turns out you're here, yeah, baby," said Henry suddenly appearing on the balcony of the second-floor house.

"I'm still getting wind. Yeah, well done here, hehehe."

Henry hugged Fira from behind. "Wind the wind? Just wanted me."

"Henry, has this gone too far, huh?"

"What do you mean?"

"I just saw Rafi in front of the fence. But now he's gone when I see him from here."

"Astaghfirullah, what do you want, Rafi?"

"Come on, Henry."

"Later I'll report the police about this. You don't have to worry, yeah. We'd better go into the room yuk."

"Henry ..."

"I want to hug my wife. When are you finished?"

"God willing, tomorrow or the day after. It depends, hehehe."

"I can't stand it, but just be patient."

"Yes, we're in the room."

Henry and Fira embrace each other by the waist. The two entered the house while joking. Do not forget to close the balcony door. This two-story elite house is partly converted into bright lights. It is time for the residents to rest. Even the night is late. Out there, raindrops began to pour into this elite residential area.