The Energy Of Love 2
Debutants

The white mukena was still wrapped in Fira's body. He put each stalk of the rose into a vase. One by one they smell the roses. The bouquet of roses given by Henry is suitable to be placed on a decorative table in the middle room.

Fira looked at her face in the mirror. Ayu's face was instantly gloomy. Although Fira tried to eliminate her worry about Henry, her mind was still curious. Until Fira arises a sense of self-consciousness, feeling a wife does not deserve to know the psychological condition of her husband.

"If Henry refuses to open up to me about his trauma, it's okay. I am sure that someday God will give you guidance. God, if Henry's in trouble, give him help. If Henry's soul and faith are faltering, strengthen his soul and faith in Your way" Fira said, speaking to herself.

"Mama, there is a guest in front of the house" said Alira who suddenly appeared behind him. Fira was a bit surprised, then momentarily rubbed that gloomy face. Fira tries to be okay in front of everyone.

"Yes, Son. Let's go there, yuk," Fira said.

The mother and daughter walked to the porch. The door of the house was opened by Alira. Three people were present on the porch of the house. They're in blue-gray uniforms. Fira looks at them, apparently from the services of transporting goods.

"Is this Mr Henry Lee's house?" ask a man standing in the middle of his two friends.

"Yes, right. I'm his wife," Fira replied, "what are you doing here?"

"This, Mom, we from Ayo Box, deliver five fitness equipment that Mr. Henry has purchased at Bugar Fitness Store," he explained.

"But it's best to wait for Henry to come home from the mosque, yeah. You can sit on the terrace. God willing, my husband will be home soon."

"Okay, Mom, thank you."

Long live for Henry who just came home. Henry arrives at the fence with Zayn and Zema. While the two boys looked at the astonishment with the car carrying goods in front of the house. Henry welcomed the friendly three men who introduced the fitness equipment. They also greeted Henry kindly.

"This, sir, three of his fitness equipment is already there" said the man.

"Okay, come with me to the gym" Henry asked, letting the three men into the house.

The three men raised one big box first. Four more boxes were left on the porch of the house. Henry pointed the way to his gym to the three men. Fira and her three children followed behind. Fira understands that her husband loves sports.

Henry ordered the three men to put a large box in the place Henry specified. Fira and the kids just watched from the front of the gym room. It seems to take a long time to arrange fitness equipment in this room.

Transportation of fitness equipment to the gym room has been completed. The three men were all farewell to Henry. Henry did not forget to thank them for giving them a tip. There was a rejection of these three men when Henry gave a tip. However Henry still gave him as a share of sustenance to them. They finally came home with hands to be grateful for.

Henry was enthusiastic about seeing fitness equipment in the gym. For Henry, on the sidelines of his busy life in the company, he still took the time to exercise. Henry is typical of men who maintain an ideal body and athleticism. Fira smiled to herself in the doorway of the room. Seeing Henry like this, Fira is quite calm, perhaps with exercise, Henry still maintain health and stamina.

"Something seems to be more interested in fitness equipment than his wife," said Fira smilingly looking at her husband.

"Eh, no dong, Fir. You're still my priority. Here, I want sports with my wife. I'm muscular, you're also muscular" Henry said.

Fira ran over to Henry. "Ih, don't want to. It's so scary if I'm muscular."

"Let's it not be me, you can fight martial arts against other men who bother you, hahaha."

"I was, yes, defending himself with my ferocity. Directly to give up all. And surely my steadfast love for you can deny the presence of another man."

Henry approached Fira. His mischievous gaze was attached to Fira's eyes. "By the way about love so ..."

Fira gave little distance to Henry who was getting closer like a magnet. "What's? Hayo loh, soon to pray Isya, Hen. Later if the kids are in deep sleep."

"Hahaha, if I'm a sports spirit, automatically fertile, yes, Fir."

"It can be, keep a healthy and nutritious diet."

"There's an opportunity to make Henry and Fira junior dong."

"Aamiin, God willing, there must be."

"I regret what I said before the wedding, who wanted to delay having children."

Fira hugged Henry. "We enjoy this courtship. If you are given fast, thank you. If not, we will pray again."

"So Zayn appeared in your womb after how many months did you marry Mas Kirsandi?"

"After six months of marriage, I've just filled Zayn."

"You haven't come in months yet, have you?"

"Actually these times I've come to the moon. I just don't want to get dizzy. You see, when married first, I once thought late coming months could be pregnant. Apparently not. I don't want to be disappointed. You are also patiently waiting for our baby."

"I imagine how crowded this house-by having four children, hehehe."

"Now you are learning parenting. Yes, even though it will be fitting to have a baby, you will be surprised by the moment of being a real father. Starting from hearing baby cries, staying up late to changing baby diapers."

"Sounds funny and adorable, yeah."

***

"This remote has my car!" shout Zayn.

"It's Zema's remote, brother!" scream Zema.

The screams of Zayn and Zema in Zema's room were heard in the living room. Fira who was relaxing with Henry and Alira in the living room - suddenly went. But Alira was busy playing dolls in front of the television. Not so much listening to the screams of his two older brothers.

Fira had guessed that Zayn and Zema were at odds. So he ran to Zema's room. Zema's room door was wide open. Fira took a deep breath, then exhaled it. Fira stroked the chest looking at the quarrel between Zayn and Zema. Zayn and Zema stared at each other fiercely. Zema still kept the remote in her hands. Zayn grasped Zema's arm. The breaths of these two children hunt because they are carried away by emotions.

"What the hell is that? Wear screaming everything. Shame on the neighbors, "reproved Fira.

"This, Ma, the remote has Zayn's car in the room. Zayn's looking in Zema's room, uh, his yummy's here, " explains Zayn.

Zema then turned to Zayn. "Ergh, Brother Zayn don't accuse Zema first dong. This remote control's got Zema, you know!"

"Try finding the remote in Zayn's room. It must have been a sprain or Zayn forgot to put it down" suggested Fira.

"But, Ma ..."

"If Zayn wants to know if the remote has Zayn or not. Try to connect it to his car. Now we go to Zayn's room" Fira continued.

Fira, Zayn and Zema rushed to Zayn's room. Zema tightly grasped the car and its remote. Zayn who was still annoyed with his sister made a distance of his steps. Fira shook her head at Zayn and Zema's behavior. This isn't the first time. Fira was used to facing the quarrels of the two boys.

Fira is sometimes confused with Zayn and Zema about goods. If the property of two children is the same, there is a seizure of goods. But if the goods belonging to Zayn and Zema are different, there must be, one of them is envious. Fira did not want to bother, of course he had the initiative to divorce his two sons.

"Well, did Mama say? Search first in this room. Perhaps a sprain or forget to put it on," said Fira from under.

The mother managed to find the remote of Zayn's car under the bed. Fira carefully came out from under the bed so as not to bump into the body of the mattress. His breathing was dull because under it his face down which was quite tight chest. Fira managed to carry the remote in her hands.

"Surely Zayn forgot to put it down, right? Now the remote is put in a toy box. Next time carefully searched," Fira added while giving the remote to Zayn.

Zayn. Slowly he took the remote out of his hand. "Thank you, Mama."

"Zayn apologizes to Zema" orders Fira.

"No way," Zayn refused.

"Zayn, if someone makes a mistake with someone else, he should apologize. Apologize to that sister for you nothing. Zema also if there is a wrong with Zayn, apologize also to his brother. Come on, Mama wants Mama's kids to get along well and love each other."

Zayn seemed to object as he reached out to Zema. It was Zema who held Zayn's hand. The sour look on Zayn's face seemed amused to shake hands with his own sister. Fira who saw the event - suddenly sighed deeply and then exhaled.

"Say what, Zayn?" ask Fira.

"Sir Zayn apologizes, yes, same you," Zayn replied as he stared pushyly at Zema.

"Ikhlas doesn't-is-an apology?"

"Ikhlas, Ma." Zayn took off the shaman to Zema violently.

Fira then glanced at the wall clock in Zayn's room. "It's nine now. Zayn and Zema are in toothbrush, haven't they?"

Zayn and Zema answered simultaneously. "Here you go, Mama."

"You guys are sleeping, yeah. Wake up at dawn tomorrow and prepare for school. Yuk, Zema, Mama take you to the room. After that, Mama took Alira to her room."

Before Fira left Zayn's room, behind Zayn's soft tubers, Fira muttered the words barakallah so that Zayn would always be blessed by God. Fira then kissed his eldest son's forehead. After that, Fira embraces Zema and leaves Zayn's room.

It takes fifteen minutes to put Zema to sleep and then Alira. Fira did not forget to close the doors of her children's room. Now his breath was relieved because it was time to make out with Henry. Because just by being alone, Fira can relieve fatigue from housewife work.

Fira walks in the living room, not finding Henry there. Henry was focused on watching a ball game on a television screen. This batik lady rushed to her room. He thought he was sleeping now.

As soon as Fira opened the door to her room, again Henry was not there. Fira then turned to the bathroom that was in the room. But the bathroom door was open. Focusing on her three children, Fira does not notice where Henry is going.

"Henry where, huh? Or again in the study?" Fira wondered. He took the initiative to follow Henry into the study.

Fira hesitates to open the door to Henry's study. His right hand held the door. There is a bad feeling if it bothers her husband who is busy with his work.

Fira was about to leave from there, but his sense of hearing was sensitive to the roar from within the room. The sound of roars is like people in pain or languishing. Fira's heart raced fast, his feelings were uncomfortable, if Henry was in trouble.

"Do I have to go inside? But, I'm worried about being Henry's same problem. I'm afraid Henry's mad at me. On the other hand, I wonder, what happened to Henry? Oh my God, how should it be?" Fira's sense of dilemma rippled. On second thought, Fira decided to return to her room.

Fira quickly got into the bed. She pulled out her body and pulled out the blanket. Tonight he felt goosebumps when he heard Henry's roar. His eyes were forced to shut. Fira's sleeping position is right behind the door.

Twenty minutes later, Fira did not go to sleep. Although he tried to close his eyes, but his mind turned to Henry, making it difficult to sleep. But suddenly, a hand grabbed Fira's body. Makes Fira vibrate. He was worried that Henry knew that Fira had been in front of the workspace earlier.

"I'm comfortable with you. I know you haven't slept, Fir," whispered Henry so close to Fira's headscarf-wrapped ear.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with Henry? I got worried. Please, move Henry's heart to be honest with the servant" murmured Fira.

Fira creeps with Henry's whisper. Plus, hearing Henry's breath that was like a person after crying and getting angry. Henry also sniffed on Fira's neck. Fira gasped and felt uncomfortable.

"Why do you always wear a headscarf at home and in your room? Yeah, I know, you just open the hijab when we copulate. But, after that, you put on the hijab again" Henry said again.

"Emm, I-I, because I'm inspired by women in Palestine. They always wear the hijab even in the house and rooms. Yeah, I know, there's a precarious situation. However, keep in mind, we do not know when death is approaching? When there was a disaster or suddenly died? If you die in a veiled state, God willing, this aura is awake," explained Fira in a soft voice.

"Oh, so."

"After I was widowed, I became comfortable wearing a hijab while I was sleeping. That habit, hehehe."

"God, added the love of my wife. Actually I want to, but I'm not feeling well anymore. We better get some regular sleep."

Fira nodded slowly. He tried repeatedly to close his eyes. However Fira heard a subtle snoring from Henry. Henry slept earlier than Fira. His worry was immediately broken, in fact Henry just talk like that. But still make Fira curious about Henry's condition.

***

This morning, Fira was standing in front of the fence. Fira waved to her three children. Zayn, Zema, and Alira return a wave of their mother's hand from behind the car window. The car that Henry, Zayn, Zema and Alira were riding in went by.

The atmosphere of family peace became the center of attention of complex mothers who were shopping at a mobile vegetable maker. Fira then turned towards the road. He smiled at those mothers. Mom immediately returned Fira's smile. Some people have to smile at Fira.

"Good morning, Mothers, may the day always be pleasant" Fira said kindly.

"Good morning too, Miss Fira. Hope you're here" greet them.

"I feel right here. I have lived in this complex for a long time. It's just different RT."

"Oh, yes, Ms. Fira is the son of Mrs Ratih, yes?" said one of them.

"That's right, Mom, hehehe."

"Let's go, Miss Fira, occasionally shop at the greengrocer, do not shop continuously at the supermarket. All mingle with the mothers here." The speech was indeed subtle, but if examined again, the speech seemed to insinuate Fira. They thought the wife of a businessman like Fira was just shopping in a supermarket. But Fira was not offended, she smiled.

"I'd like to get my wallet in the house first, ma'am. I also want to go vegetable shopping for lunch." This time Fira's speech was able to make the mothers shut up.

When Fira was about to enter the house, Lefia and Irwan came while carrying a large bag. The breath of the husband and wife gasped. Both hands wiped the sweat that was pouring on the temple. This personal assistant and driver stopped right in front of the fence of Henry and Fira's house.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Miss Fira," said Lefia and Irwan.

Fira immediately turned around to see Lefia and Irwan had already arrived here. "Wa'alaikumsalam, uh, Lef, Mr. Irwan, has arrived apparently. Do you know where this house is from? So, what are you guys up to here?"

"Yo, from Mrs Ratih, to, Mom. Who else? Me and Mas Irwan want to go directly to the house of Bu Fira and Mr. Henry only. We were riding two ojek, ma'am," replied Lefia. Dibibibiknya batik pattern that worn Lefia because of the feeling of rage.

"Yes, already, you're getting into the house. You guys take a break and have a drink, yuk." Fira invites Lefia and Irwan into the house.

The rest of the energy, Irwan tried to hold his big bag. They arrived at the terrace. Fira quickly opened the door. Let Lefia and Irwan sit on the couch. It is clear that Lefia and Irwan are tired after a long journey, from Bojonegoro to Semarang. While Fira rushes to the kitchen to prepare food and drinks to Lefia and Irwan.