The Energy Of Love 2
Baikans

Fira struggled with a pile of clothes taken out of the suitcase. He sat on the side of the bed and put all his clothes on the bed. While tidying up all the clothes, Fira looked at the beautiful and perfect room. The room was decorated with plants and artificial leaves so impressed aesthetically.

The air conditioning in the room made Fira not feel angry. He deftly brought a few strands of clothes that will be put in the closet. The beige veiled woman was amazed to see a large closet like a cinema screen attached to the wall.

Opening the closet is enough to slide the door. Fira was amazed to see in a large closet. Not only to store clothes, but there is a storage area for shoes and bags.

"I don't think, Henry doesn't take responsibility to please me and the kids. Oh God, may it be like this" said Fira.

Fira went back and forth from picking up some clothes on the mattress then transferred to the closet. Once it is neatly arranged clothes that have been folded in the closet, some clothes are hung on the hanger.

It takes fifteen minutes to put your clothes in the closet. For a moment Fira fell silent, trying to remember something. In addition to remembering all the clothes of his three children who had not been placed into the closet, his gaze was directed at the suitcase. Fira reached into an extra bag in the suitcase to pick up two cupboard fragrances and a pack of mothballs.

Two perfumed cabinets hung on a hanger pole. While some chalk grains are tucked in the corner of the closet. Fira had finished styling all her clothes with Henry. It stretches the muscles that feel sore. The woman in the brown blouse rearranged two suitcases.

However, when Fira was about to close Henry's suitcase, then saw a photo album in an additional bag in Henry's suitcase. She took a photo album of her husband. Fira sat down on the side of the mattress and opened the photo album. A photo album featuring photographs of Henry, his family and friends.

"God, little Henry is so funny" said Fira amazed.

"This is Henry is a teenager, his narrow eyes that make the gemes," he continued laughing.

"This photo was taken when Henry was in High School. Looks like Henry here already knows me. I didn't think Henry was my husband now" Fira added, "it turns out Henry from childhood likes to play ball. Henry was also captain of his ball team. He's really good at being a ball-guess."

Fira continued to open every single album. Looking at the photos of Henry made Fira smile to herself. Touching her chest because she felt a heartbeat that increasingly loved her husband, then she stroked one of the photos of Henry wearing a checkered shirt. Reminds Fira of her time in Singapore, when she was reunited with Henry

"God, my husband's handsome. I love you, Henry," said Fira.

"I love you too, my beautiful wife" said Henry. The man clad in a gray shirt came beside Fira in a surprised voice.

"Astaghfireullah, Henry! You get me," said Fira stroking her chest.

"Hayo, look whose picture is that? It seems to be very seductive," seduced Henry with a smile.

"I'm sorry for looking at your photo album. Here, I give you a photo album" Fira said as she offered Henry a photo album.

"Hahaha, you keep it. You have the right to see my photo album. You look at my pictures all the time, let you love me even more."

"Ih, you know, yeah, love spiciness!"

Fira and Henry drift off in a jest. The two laughed at each other. Henry teases Fira more and more by pinching his wife's pointed nose. Henry's fat with Fira's nose. The wife was upset but happy, replying to Henry by tickling Henry's stomach with a shirt. Henry who felt amused, his body so rolled on the mattress.

"Where's the torn bread? Here I pinched and cuil his torn bread, hahaha," as always Fira.

"Ciiiyyyee, who is starting to get hooked on my sixpack belly, hahaha. Stop, Fira, I'm ticklish, hahaha," as far as Henry.

"You're doing a great job! Pinched my nose. I'm anxious, but I'm sick of knowing!"

"So your nose is pointed at the guava kayak, hahaha."

"Washboats?"

Fira suddenly stopped tickling Henry's stomach. His face turned flat. While Henry frowned astonished at the expression of his wife who suddenly flat as if he did not like to be called a guava nose.

"Why really? Is something wrong?" ask Henry.

"The sign is the name of Rafi for me since childhood friend," replied Fira.

"Oh, sorry, I don't know. I think I'm the first one to call that."

"Yes, never mention that again. I don't want to remember that anymore, okay."

"Good, sweetheart. Oh, yes, in the living room there's Father, Mother, Bryan, Ressa and Nina."

Fira looked up and said, "seriously?"

"Seriously. Now we go there. I also brought a lot of food."

"Aren't you talking about that?"

"Well, we were joking around, hahaha. Yuk, we're getting there soon."

Henry then took his beloved wife. Henry and Fira got out of the bed while tidying up their clothes, then rushed out of the room. Fira looked cramped when she heard Henry's words about the family coming to this new house.

***

"Oh Allah, Fira is not good with Mom. So troublesome Mother," said Fira. The woman was quick to help her mother. Her mother and eldest daughter were struggling to arrange food at the dining table.

"Mom doesn't feel bothered. I'm glad that you, Henry and the kids have a new home. You start to build your own home. You must also be tired after cleaning the house. That's why I bring rice and side dishes so we can eat together," explained Ratih.

Fira's eyes sparkle to see sambal pete contained in the lunch box. "Well, there's sambal pete. So delicious!"

"Yes, I deliberately cooked it for you. That's your favorite."

"Feel that mother is always missed. Anyway if there is a cuisine Mother make Fira stomach demo. The inn is hungry. The best deh."

"You can praise Mother like that, hehehe. Jovi, now you call me Father, Henry, your children and your brothers.

"Good, Mom."

"Oh, yes, Fir. Where's the kitchen?" ask Ratih.

"The kitchen is in the back, ma'am," replied Fira, pointing her index finger to show the location of the kitchen in the house.

"Oh my God, is the kitchen in the back?"

"Indeed the design of the house is so, Mom, hehehe."

"Yowis, you call the whole family immediately."

Fira nodded. Foot level with a wrap of long toenot pants that stepped into the family room. He sees Ressa and Nina playing with Zayn, Zema and Alira on soft-bristled carpet, then sees Fatih glued to the television screen, watching the latest news.

"Father, sisters and children, have lunch first, yuk. In the dining room there is food available," asked Fira.

"More than ever, yes. Now we have lunch first" Ressa told her three nieces.

"Okay, Aunt Ressa and Mama. Zayn is hungry too" said Zayn.

"The toys used to be, yes, Zayn, Zema and Alira" Nina ordered.

"Okay, Aunt Nina." The three children.

"Grandma's also already cooking fried chicken tuh," said Fira.

"Bigger, fried chicken!" zayn, Zema and Alira.

"Father again focus on watching the news, gig if left behind. Later you follow the meal," said Fatih.

"Express, Sir. Oh, yes, sir, Henry where's Bryan going?" said Fira.

"Your husband and your younger brother are on the porch. That's two more kids talking about the game. Oalah, the age is still so game-only."

"Hehehe, Henry and Bryan it's a community game, sir. Yeah, it's natural to discuss games. They look young too."

Fira continued on the way to the terrace of the house. He saw Henry and Bryan sitting on the porch. It turns out that two men who are a year apart are busy chatting.

Fira stood in the doorway. Both hands are cross-shaped. She smiled at the husband's familiarity with her younger brother. But it seems Henry and Bryan are unaware that Fira is behind them.

"I have five gamepads in the house there. I'll give you two gamepads later" said Henry.

"Well, steady, Hen. Thank you, yes, the more excited I am to play the game" exclaimed Bryan.

"The camera is still the latest production. Yeah, I just wore it for a second. Ever since I've been busy at the company, there's rarely time to play the game."

"If I come home from the coffee shop, go to the gym. Eliminate after a day's work."

"Yes, lucky you have time to play games. By the way, the gaming community that used to still exist is not it? In the Ecebook and WA groups. I've been out of his WA group a long time."

"Gimnm communityasih exists dong. Later I will join you to the game community WA group. Oh, I'm joining you to the esports team, yeah. I'll talk to esport friends later. There are many experiences and friends."

"Good idea. I'm coming, hehehe."

"Hen, I want to ask you. It's just the two of us here" Bryan said.

"Ask what?" Henry turned to Bryan while frowning.

"What is Anna like?" ask Bryan.

Henry replied, "Anna is a friendly, intelligent and creative girl. When spoken to it is fun. Do you know Anna?"

"Know. Anna came to my coffee shop in Temanggung. He bought me coffee products. The first time I saw it, I was immediately interested and started to like it. Said he'd met you and Fira's sister."

"Oh, so. Anna is a friend of Hervard University. Only, he's a design major. While I'm a business major. Thank goodness you're starting to like it."

"But I want to know from you. Anna, what is her religion?"

"Anna is Christian. Anna and her family are religious. If I look at every lecture, Anna always carries the Bible."

"Well, that's the problem. I like girls with different beliefs. I told Mom, I said if I could match up with a girl of the faith."

"Mother is right, you better find a soul mate. If love of different religions is a difficult matter. Definitely contrary to faith. You are religious, and so is Anna. Don't get blinded by love, you're an apostate."

Bryan was surprised. "Nauzubillahi min dzalik. No, Hen. I understand about that."

"I'm just reminding. Do you have any thoughts about expressing your feelings to Anna?"

"There is a desire to express feelings to Anna. Thank goodness for being rejected. Well, if Anna accepts, how about it?"

"Oh, yeah, it's gonna be runnyam."

"I don't want to date either. I want it to be so familiar to apply directly to the level of marriage."

Bryan snorted, feeling how heartbreaking his heart was. Hearing Henry's explanation about Anna, he inevitably had to accept the reality. Bryan patted his forehead because he felt wrong to like a girl who had different beliefs with him.

Quite content to hear the conversation between Henry and Bryan, Fira then stomped his feet violently. The voice made Henry and Bryan surprised and turned to Fira. The look on Fira's face instantly turned sour with piercing lips.

"You know, yes, about Anna" said Fira Ketus.

"Fira," said Henry.

"Eh, Brother Fira," said Bryan casually.

"To have lunch with Mom there!"

"Fir, Fira," said Henry, "oh, must have misunderstood that. Fira must be jealous of hearing our conversation."

"Oh Allah, so it's not good with Brother Fira" said Bryan to scratch his hair.

"Do not, if it is not resolved now."

Henry and Bryan stood up. The brother and sister-in-law rushed into the house. Henry was not afraid to be upset considering Fira's reaction with a face. He had guessed that Fira must be upset to hear what he said about Anna.

***

The wall clock in the living room already showed at half-nine p.m. The air conditioner in the living room could not relieve the arid heart of Fira because of jealousy. Fira remained friendly in front of her children, even though the friendly face was upset with Henry.

After reading the story of the prophet and his friends to his children, Fira then led Zayn, Zema and Alira to the room. Fira first delivers Zayn in the room. Zayn hurried up to the bed. His eldest son then lay back and smiled at his mother. Fira also returned a smile to Zayn.

"Read the prayer before going to bed first, Zayn," said Fira.

"OK, Ma" said Zayn, muttering a prayer before going to bed.

"Good night, my first son. Have a nice dream."

"Good night to Mama. I love you."

Fira covers Zayn's body wrapped in pajamas patterned by a car. She kissed Zayn's forehead affectionately. Zayn hugged a soft roll. Both of Zayn's eyes immediately closed. His eldest son seemed to be late in a beautiful dream.

When Fira, Zema and Alira are on Zayn's doorstep, don't forget to turn off the light switch. Zayn's room is brightly lit because there are small round-shaped decorative lights hanging on the wall. Fira closed slowly the door to Zayn's room.

Zema's turn that her mother delivered to the room. Zema ran up to jump on the bed. The six-year-old boy squirms spoiled. Fira was made anxious to see his second son, then Fira enveloped Zayn's body wrapped in pajamas with a ball. He kissed Zema's forehead affectionately.

"Come, pray before going to bed first, Zema," said Fira.

"Goddessa, Mama. Bismilbornrahmanirrahim's. Bismika Allahumma ahya wa bismika amuut, aamiin," said Zema while rubbing his face with his small hands.

"Good Night, Baby Boy. Have a nice dream."

"Good night too, Mama. Love you." - Love you."

For a moment Fira pinched gently on Zema's patchy cheeks. The sweet boy then smiled amusedly because his cheeks were pinched spoiled by his mother. Zema hugging bolster patterned ball. Slowly - he closed his eyes.

Fira and Alira were there. Fira takes Alira to get out of Zema's room. Before stepping into Alira's room, Fira turned off Zema's room light switch. Just like Zayn's room, Zema's room also has decorative lights that are the same shape and light as Zayn's lamp.

Upon arrival in Alira's room, the little girl did not lie down on the bed. Instead, he sat on the bed opposite Fira. The mother sat on the side of the mattress covered with cherry blossom sheets. The woman saw her little daughter's face look sad. Alira's pair of eyes began to condense. Fira also gently caressed Alira's hair that was shoulder length.

"What's up with, Alira?" ask Fira.

"Alira often dreams of meeting Mother. I think Mommy misses Alira. Alira also miss Mother," replied Alira.

"Mother's prayer there, because the prayer of the child sholihah will reach the Mother. Surely Mother there is happy if sent a prayer from Alira. Let the miss also reach Mother."

"Alira had a dream to see Dad. Smile at Alira. But, Alira can't hug Dad. When Mommy was still there, Mommy love to see the photo of Daddy carrying Alira when he was a baby."

"O Allah, Zema and Alira were babies until toddlers. Maybe they can feel the affection of Mas Kirsandi, even if only for a moment. Yet they had never seen the real Father," Inner Fira.

"Alhamdulillah, Allah loves Alira. God loves complete parents like Mom and Dad. Alira was not lonely. Mama and Papa can treat the taste of Alira kangen with Mother and Father," said Fira.

"Alira also prayed for Dad. I'd love to be prayed for by Alira. I smiled at this beautiful daughter. Pray for Father and Mother so that in the paradise of God, they can be reunited," continued Fira.

"Alira always prayed for Alira's four parents. You know, Alira loves everything" said Alira.

"May God give the long life of Mama and Papa in order to guide and raise the children of Mama and Papa to adulthood. Now, Alira's sleeping, yeah. Wake up early tomorrow, so you can pray Fajr and go to school."

"Well, beautiful Mama Fira."

Fira covers Alira's body in pink pajamas. He kissed Alira's forehead lovingly. A pair of Alira's eyes that had lentic eyelashes were immediately closed. Fira smiled looking at Alira's pretty face.

Fira was careful as she left Alira in the room. The room lights were turned off, as were Zayn and Zema's rooms. Alira's room also has decorative lights that are only dimly lit.

As Fira walked in the living room, there was Henry waiting for her. Fira glanced at Henry without a word. He continued his journey to the room. However Henry hurried-followed Fira from behind. Henry's face looked guilty. Henry managed to grab Fira's arm until the step stopped.

"I know you must be jealous, right?" ask Henry.

"I'm nothin. I'm tired, I want to sleep" replied Fira just different from what Henry thought. Fira turned her face away from Henry.

"Behind the sentence is nothing it's actually not okay. I'm sorry, because talking about Anna makes you jealous."

"Yes, I'm also sorry for being too jealous. Bryan started asking about Anna."

"So, are we better?"

Fira looked at Henry with a flat face. "He-it."

"Not really good?"

"Yes, it's better for real."

"I cannot linger cold and awkward if we have problems or misunderstandings. I love you, Fira."

A smile was engraved on the lips of Ranum Fira. Her slender body leaned spoiled on Henry's field chest wrapped in a white t-shirt. The pair of halal lovers walked into the main room. Spoiled place, joking to combine love, only the two know.

Henry and Fira arrive at the door. The four eyes stared at each other. A gaze that hints that there is a desire for love has been stirring. Fira's hand slowly touched Henry's chest that was pounding.

Henry opens the door and takes Fira into the room. Embraced waist of beloved wife. Make Fira walk backwards and Henry can lead Fira. Once the two had been in the romance room, Henry quickly closed the room door tightly.

The night is not always dark. There was a moonlight and sparkling stars dotting the pitch-black night sky. Henry and Fira's hearts are not always barren due to disagreements. To the love that has been imprinted in the heart, as bright as the soul of Henry and Fira that has been fused.