The Energy Of Love 2
Curious about you

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Fira while opening the door of the house.

This three-child woman looked tired after traveling during the day. The release of glasses and masks, so that a few stripes are formed on his face. Coincidentally Ratih is in the living room. Seeing the arrival of his eldest daughter, Ratih then approached Fira.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" said Ratih, "said your father discharged from the hospital. Who's sick?"

"Yes, Fira is from there. Fira go there make ..."

"Fira, you're home, yeah. Tari had contacted me, said you went to the hospital to catch up with me," Henry said.

Ratih. "Astagfirullah, is Henry sick?"

"No, really, Mom. Henry was going there, but he didn't. So Henry picked the kids up at school, and then Henry went to the flower shop" Henry explained.

"Why isn't Henry in the hospital? Is it because the doctor is not present? Or because Tari told Henry about me going there, so Henry didn't go to the hospital. I got curious about you, Henry," Inner Fira.

"Have you had lunch yet, Fir?" ask Ratih.

"No, ma'am, Fira was just drinking iced tea at the stall, '" replied Fira.

"Yes, already, there eat first in the kitchen. The kids are also having lunch."

"Henry hasn't had lunch either, ma'am" Henry said.

Ratih takes his daughter and daughter-in-law. "We had lunch together, yuk."

"Fira to the room first, ma'am. Fira wants to wash her face."

Fira just passed Henry. Mimik ayu face as if disappointed with the husband who did not open. Henry looked at Fira in surprise. Fira is not usually like that. The man followed his wife from behind.

Henry was patiently waiting for Fira who was washing her face in the bathroom. The man in the gray shirt sat on the side of the mattress. His right hand held a bouquet of red roses. But his mind wondered about Fira's cold attitude.

It didn't take long, Fira came out of the bathroom. His head was wrapped in a hijab to cover his neck. Swiped the flat yellow face with a small soft towel. Fira then saw Henry who was that young.

Henry stood up and gave his wife a bouquet of roses. "Pas I picked up the kids to school, had a chance to pass the flower shop, so remember you and stop by there. It's flowers for my beloved wife."

"Henry is not being honest with me. Henry gave me this flower, was it just to turn the matter to that hospital? O Allah, forgive me servant, do not mean suudzon same husband. It's just that I want Henry to be honest and open with me about his psychology, "the inner Fira while receiving a bouquet of flowers from Henry. The look in Fira's eyes seemed to be looking for information from Henry's gaze.

"Fir, how are you daydreaming? Think about the word dance I went to that hospital, huh?" said Henry. Fira immediately gasped. Buyar's been Fira's daydream.

"I'm just worried that you're sick. You know, if I remember about the hospital even the husband, I reflect Mas Kirsandi first. I'm afraid it will happen a second time. Astaghfirullah, actually do not want to think bad anyway. I'm too worried."

"I'm not sick, baby." Henry's speech was soft while grasping both shoulders Fira.

"But my words just accidentally lured Henry. But Henry still said he wasn't sick. Minimal says what is it? Like I said, I'm not okay, Fira," Fira's inner self again.

"Pray your husband to be healthy always, yes. You don't think that's weird, it'll be stressful again."

"Yes, god willing."

"Now we have lunch. Continue, pack things because we will go home by ourselves. Especially tomorrow Lefia and Irwan have returned to Semarang."

Fira nodded, then the umpteenth time to bathe again. "Udah, ah, I don't think it's time to talk about this. I don't want a long debate with Henry. Husnudzon, Henry might need some time to open up to me about his trauma. I must be patient and husnudzon with my husband."

"Come, we'll have lunch. By the way, you're praying Dzuhur yet?"

"Oh, yes, I have not prayed Dzuhur. I prayed first, yeah, hehehe. Hmm, by the way, thanks for the flowers."

"Yes, equally. Yes, already, you prayed Dzuhur first gih."

Fira put the bouquet of flowers on the nightstand. This woman kept seeing Henry until her husband came out of the room. When viewed from his body, Henry seemed fine and healthy. However, why did this instinct of Fira say something else? It was as if from within Henry's soul was being shaken. Fira tried to brush off the uncomfortable instinct with his tongue always thinking of God.

***

Beautiful evening sky in the afternoon, decorated with sunlight that slowly began to sink. From the sky, a flock of birds fly to go back to their nest. Equipped with a gust of wind, making the atmosphere become quiet.

Henry, Fira and their three children arrive at their new home. The luxurious, spacious and long house was different from the other houses. This family is back to living a life like a family in general. Although from the look of the three children it looks gloomy like an objection to leave the house of his grandmother and grandfather.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, we return home again" said Henry.

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" said Fira.

"Kok Papa's children at all silence?" asked Henry while frowning at the look on the faces of his three children.

"Kangen Grandma, Grandpa, Oma, Opa and Auntie" Zema replied as a representative of her brother's feelings.

"Says Papa and Mama. How is it now the opposite?"

Zayn, Zema and Alira are silent. The three boys were unable to answer. Fira was confused by the attitude of her three uncharacteristic children. Although Fira and Henry had already entered the house, but the three children were still standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry, Papa and Mama are too busy thinking about work. Yes, yes, if so Papa now prioritizes Mama and the children, yes," said Henry.

"Sometimes Zayn thought, having Papa just as well doesn't have Papa tastes the same. Zayn wants to rest first," said Zayn then snuggled in front of Fira and Henry. His steps quickly led to his room.

"Zayn, how about we ..." Henry was about to catch up with Zayn, but was prevented by Fira.

"Let Zayn calm down first. You see, if Zayn's mood is like that, it can't be disturbed. If disturbed Zayn must be emotional. Zayn is like Mas Kirsandi. So, let Zayn calm down first. If the atmosphere is calm, Zayn can be invited to chat," explained Fira.

"It's like I'm learning to be patient and understand each child's character."

For a moment Fira massaged Henry's two shoulders so that her husband was calm and patient. Then Fira and Henry lead Zema and Alira to their rooms. Do not forget to also swipe their five luggage.

Adhan Magrib resounded in the mosque of the residential complex until heard in the house of Henry and Fira. Henry was already preparing himself in the living room. Men of mixed South Korean and Indonesian blood is tidying up a gray Muslim cocoa shirt, sarong to peci. Complete with a scent of kasturi perfume is devoted to men.

His narrow eyes turned towards Zayn's room. His ten-year-old son was standing at the door of the room. From the lethargic face, it seems that Zayn wanted to join Henry to the mosque for congregational prayer. Henry was also sensitive to the look on his son's face.

"Zayn wants to pray Magrib with Papa in the mosque?" ask Henry carefully.

Zayn lowered his head while nodding. "Yes, Pa."

"Zayn get ready yuk. Later after the Magrib prayer, God willing, Papa taught Zayn to teach. How's it?"

The handsome boy's face was silent. "Really, huh, Pa? Okay, Zayn change his cocoa shirt and sarong first, Pa."

"Papa wait here, yeah."

Henry smiled in relief, his son's mood was at peace with him. While Henry was waiting for Zayn, Zema came out of his room. This six-year-old boy walked tired but cute because he was wearing a sarong. Zema is self-massaging because the sheath is always loose. Henry was anxious and chuckled at Zema, the father then approached his second son.

"Zema wants to pray Magrib, huh? Here, Papa help put the gloves on," said Henry.

"Zema can pray Magrib with Papa in the mosque, no? Mama said that the man prayed in the mosque," said Zema.

"By, unfortunately Papa. Precisely Papa happy because now, Papa accompanied two heroes Papa to the mosque."

"Zema is also happy because now-solatnya same superhero like Papa, hehehe."

"God, tabarakallah, son." Henry rubbed Zema's head while praying for the good for his son.

"Come, Pa, we go to the mosque" Zayn asked.

"Come, Papa's two sholihnya children," Henry asked.

"Papa, sorry Zayn, yes, Zayn had a snack earlier," said Zayn. The ten-year-old boy shook hands with Henry with courtesy and respect.

"Papa sorry. Papa also apologizes that Papa is not paying attention to you," said Henry. This man rubbed Zayn's head as he muttered to pray for his son's kindness.

"Papa keeps kayak gini, yeah. Because Zema was very happy to be invited to pray to the mosque with Papa. Let the people know that Zema already has a handsome Papa, hehehe."

Henry laughed at Zema's words. "God, this Zema can be, yes, praise Papa. God willing, Son. Papa is also happy to have sholih children like Zayn and Zema."

How cool the eyes see the most beautiful scenery, which is between papa and his two sons want to pray congregation in the mosque. Henry closed the door, then grabbed Zayn and Zema's shoulders as he walked towards the mosque. Zayn and Zema walked happily with the father. These two children feel confident because there is a father figure, complementing their lives.

"I could have given worldly facilities to the children. But actually the most important thing is to give the provision of religion and the afterlife to children. It seemed like all Zayn and Zema wanted was this. When I am with me in the way of God, as in the prayer of congregation and teaching." Henry sat down and looked one by one at his two sons.