The Energy Of Love 2
Kirsandi's father, Om Henry and Om Rafi

Someone came to give love. Some people hold loyalty. Someone went to bring sincerity.

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Modern minimalist house has a spacious workspace. The lights in the room are brightly lit, indicating the occupants have not slept. The woman with two children was in front of the laptop. An empty look is not thinking about work, but he is contemplating something else.

Long enough the laptop was on but not touched by the owner. His two hands were holding his chin. Some books, gadgets and ballpoints are neatly arranged on the table. Including Henry's diary. The moonlit night, Fira wanted to have time to herself.

"Henry, I miss you" he said.

At a glance the glare of his eyes stared out the window, there was only a garden in the courtyard. The window was open, so that a silhouette of wind could penetrate into the room. Slowly Fira closed her eyes until my hair goosebumps with a mood hit by longing.

"If you're honest, for the past few years, there have been some men who have admired me, even expressed feelings for me. Someone dared to come to my house to propose to me. But I refused, just because my heart chose you, Henry. Including Rafi and Mas Adnan who I had once rejected their love," said Fira.

"I still believe and endure waiting for you because there is Mother Intan and Naomi. Maybe if there are no them, I don't want to wait for you until now," continued Fira.

"I've read all the contents in your diary. Every feeling written from you, I know you write from the heart out of love. Never have I met, repeatedly read, my love blossomed for you."

Conscious of his musings, Fira glanced at the diary belonging to the coveted man. The diary is still neat. Fira takes care of this diary with all her heart. Take good care of the book because in it there is a letter of sincerity of love from Henry who managed to melt the heart of Fira.

The diary opens on a page-where it becomes Fira's favorite heart. If reading the note titled meeting you, beautiful, Fira smiles to herself.

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I can't believe it in front of me right now. Is it or is it just a dream? In front of me was a beautiful figure whom I had loved for so long in prayer. Passing a few months just missed him in silence.

Now he is back in my life. It was the same with its simple appearance. Her soft words touched my heart. Her smile was so sweet that it was reflected in my dreams.

You, who look graceful wrapped in that pretty hijab. There is a sense of greeting but this heart is ashamed to go there. My voice is too long to express my longing. What power I can only look at you from a distance. Really, you're the only woman I'm going to.

Patience, I am here preparing and improving myself to be worthy of your priesthood. This intention is still there to ask you to fulfill my faith. I believe you are the answer God chose for me

Meeting you, beautiful. This love is still for you. Although I don't know how you feel about me yet. Only God can turn your heart. I can only say your name in prayer. I can't afford to seduce you into loving me before halal. But I have always appealed to the Most Love so that you and I will be united in the value of marriage.

Hey you shady-faced one, I'll be here in two hours. First, I came as your future husband while interviewing you. Second, I come as a man who is lawful to you. Your beloved husband.

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The last writing was what made Fira's heart imprinted on Henry. Because the writing signaled full confidence that Henry would soon come to propose to marry Fira.

Without feeling two eyeballs Fira condensed with her harrowing feeling. But sometimes he feels doubt because for now, the man of his heart has not come.

"Mu Fira." The sound came from behind the door. Although shrill but made Fira aghast. Fira turned to look at the voice. It was Lefia who called him.

"Astaghfirullah, who do I think? What's up, Lef?" said Fira.

"With dinner first, ma'am. The food is ready" Lefia said.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Fira shuts down the laptop and shuts it down. He pocketed the device into a negligee pocket. Fira also stood up while tidying up the negligee and hijab. Although he wore a long-sleeved negligee, it did not detract from the elegance of the figure of Fira. Her maternal aura was emanated. Simple and elegant.

***

Fira is in a spacious dining room and impressed aesthetically with the natural atmosphere in it. Fountains and fish ponds that decorate the dining room. His family gathered for dinner. Including Lefia, even so, she was already considered a family here.

Fira was happy to see her two sons so fondly eating vegetable food. She is grateful that Zayn and Zema can grow up healthy, smart and active. After seeing his two children, a pair of netra like marbles was fascinated with sambal tempe pete and his favorite capcay. His stomach was reluctant to eat, so he wanted to eat his favorite food.

"Well, who cooks sambel tempe pete and capcay!" exclaim Fira while sitting next to Zayn with sparkling eyes.

"Ressa and Nina dong, sister!" sahut Ressa, Fira's third sister who has become a nineteen-year-old girl.

"Hey, I'm cooking too, you know!" sahut Ratih laughed a little. Paras he still looks youthful despite the age of fifty years more.

"Wis, wis, on eating everything. Bryan will spend it!" sela Bryan greedily ate fried chicken.

The family always ate together, but Fira felt there was less. He also asked his mother. "Where are you, Mom?"

"Emm, I'm going for a minute. There is important business with people" replied Ratih.

"Why is my heart suddenly racing, huh?" mummified Fira.

"Let's daydream. Fir, eat!" Ratih's orders.

"Eh, yes, Mom." Fira was surprised then immediately took a barrel of rice.

While enjoying her favorite meal, Fira felt her elbow being pinched slowly by Zayn. Fira then glanced at Zayn, frowning in wonder Zayn's intention to pinch his elbow. But it does not make Fira disturbed, he just continues to chew his favorite food, sambal tempe pete.

"Ma, tomorrow's Dad's day, how's it?" Zayn.

"Huk, uhuk, uhuk!" Hearing Zayn's words Fira chokes on food. The touch of that stifling chest. Fira quickly drank a glass of water to relieve the sedation earlier and took a piece of tissue to clean the leftovers on the corner of the lips.

"Zayn, how do you know that? Poor Mama is a stingy, "reproved Ratih.

So furious, Zayn's hand actually jerked the dining table and said, "If only Om Bryan and Grandpa came. Zayn won't go to school tomorrow! You see, Zayn already knew it would be a mockery of friends, because Zayn did not have Papa!"

"Sir Zayn, it can't be that." With innocence Zema admonished her brother subtly.

Fira and Ratih stared at each other. Bryan continues to chew food even though he knows the feelings Zayn is experiencing. Ressa, Nina and Lefia just silently watched Zayn's attitude.

Zayn almost cried, then decided to leave the dining table. Fira was about to catch up with Zayn, but Ratih prevented Fira from going there. Ratih signals Fira to let Zayn alone first.

"Let Zayn's emotions subside first. If it improves, then we will talk from heart to heart. I also understand the feelings of my grandchildren" Ratih told Fira.

"Any Zayn is like that? Fira too, Mom! Being patient in the five-year wait for Henry was not easy. Stabilizing the heart after istikharah is also not instant. Sometimes I like to be annoyed with Zayn. Fira is tired of saying it, just do not need to listen to the words of friends like that," explained Fira furiously.

"Zayn is still ten years old, that age is still sensitive to people's speech. Even though you said no need to listen to them, but so Zayn must also be tired of hearing the word that cuts his heart. Moreover, he also misses the figure of father."

"Bryan didn't have Henry's phone number for a long time. Even if he had Henry's phone number, Bryan would protest to Henry. Bryan himself was also furious, want to until when did Henry make Brother Fira and Zayn wait?" bryan Protest.

"Said that I met Naomi. So you're not asking for Henry's phone number to Naomi?" ratih.

Train neutralize the atmosphere so as not to tense. "Yes, we pray a lot and don't expect too much. May God soon give us a way out."

***

After dinner, Fira did not go straight to work. He was holding a sleepy Zema. He took his youngest son to Zayn and Zema's room.

Since Zayn and Zema have grown up, no longer sleeping with their mother. Fira used her two sons to sleep in her own room, as they were boys. Grateful Zayn and Zema had gotten used to sleeping in separate rooms with the mother.

When Fira and Zema were in the room, Zayn covered his face with bolsters. Hugged it tightly bolsters it. But it seems Zayn has fallen asleep. Fira did not want to disturb her eldest son.

Slowly Fira put Zema on the mattress. Zayn and Zema's mattresses are deliberately separated despite being fellow boys. Fira sat on the side of the bed. Instantly Fira patted Zema's back gently so as to get to sleep immediately.

Fira was about to get out of the bed, but Zema clutched her arms tightly. Fira was surprised that Zema suddenly woke up. Zema's plain eyes seemed to want her mother here alone.

"Zema, haven't booted yet?" said Fira.

"How is Kirsandi's father? How's Henry?" Zema's question made Fira stunned. He had expected Zema to ask about this.

Fira realizes Zema doesn't know much about Kirsandi and Henry. Although Zema is Kirsandi's biological child, Fira remembers Kirsandi with Zema from Zema being born until the age of Zema one year.

Afterwards Kirsandi died due to a bad accident that hit him about six years ago. At that time Zema was only one year old so naturally he did not know very well about Kirsandi and Henry. It's time for Fira to explain between Kirsandi and Henry.

"Kirsandi's father was Brother Zayn and Zema's father. About Henry it ..." Fira deliberately paused the conversation. Actually he was confused to explain about Henry, because the certainty of Henry also has not come.

"Said Brother Zayn, Om Henry will be our Papa?"

"Goddess, baby. Zema just pray."

"So, why isn't there Kirsandi's father? Brother Zayn said, Dad got hit by a truck. That's real, huh, Ma?"

"Yes, honey. Kirsandi's father is already on God's side. Zema also prayed for Dad to be there Dad was happy to see this big Zema."

"Of course, if Om Henry wants to be Papa Zema, why not come back here, Ma? Where's Henry going?"

How innocent Zema asked about two men, his father and his future father. Fortunately, Fira answered Zema's question well and was easily understood by Zema.

"Om Henry didn't come back here. Henry has his own home. Henry is not married to his mother. Henry may still be in America or Korea" Fira said.

"America, Korea? Why, Ma? America and Korea are still in Semarang, huh?" think Zema.

Fira laughed at Zema's innocent speech, then she said, "Don't love, America and Korea are far away, abroad. Not part of Indonesia. Henry was at college and working there."

"Emm?" Zema thought while looking at the ceiling.

"It's Korea that the city's been seen by Aunt Ressa and Nina. Aunt Ressa and Nina love watching Korean dramas. Well, that's the view of the country there."

"Oh, yes, Zema had seen the Korean drama, which had her children, Ma. There's that pretty pink flower."

"That's the cherry blossom, hehehe."

"Ma, can Zema see more pictures of Kirsandi's father and Henry's father?"

"okay, can. Mama take Mama's phone."

Fira's right hand reached into the pocket of the negligee, taking the Apple-Phone brand black. Surely this device is the latest expenditure at a fantastic price. Jemari Fira deftly open a photo album in the device.

Zema seemed enthusiastic to see a photo of Kirsandi and Henry, so she sat beside Fira while hugging the bolster. Cute round eyes so focus on the screen of his mother's device.

"This is Kirsandi and Zema's father. Zema was still a newborn. Father Adzan to the right ear of Zema," said Fira while showing a photo of Kirsandi adhan in the ear of Zema at birth.

"Zema's gone missing" Zema said.

"Well, Dad, Brother Zayn and Zema are on vacation at the beach. How many months was it, huh? Time for Zema to learn to stand up."

Jemari Fira returns to surfing on another photo album, there is a photo of her with Henry and Rafi while in Singapore. Although this photo is still stored in the photo album, but for the past five years, Fira has never seen this photo. Fira did deliberately not see this photo in order to keep the heart from prolonged upset. But with Zema's request, Fira opens the photo album again.

"This is Om Henry" said Fira. He pointed his index finger at Henry.

"Om Henry handsome, yes, Ma. Zema is not looking forward to seeing Om Henry" said Zema.

"Hehehe, that's it."

"So, who is this?" Zema's index finger points at Rafi.

"Oh, that's Om Rafi. Mama's little best friend."

"Om Rafi is also handsome, Ma."

"Om Rafi knows you, too, but Zema is still one year old. So Zema doesn't remember."

"Hehehe yes, Ma. Zema remembers said Kak Zayn, Om Rafi never buy toy cars for Kak Zayn and Zema."

"Sir Zayn told Zema dong a lot, yes."

"Yes, Ma. But why is Rafi not Papa Zema?"

"Oh, hahaha!" Fira then chuckles with the innocence of Zema who does not know about love and marriage.

"Why laugh at you?" Zema frowned in astonishment.

"Zema wants two Papas at once? My mom laughed, hahaha. If you marry, it's one man and one woman."

"Oh, that, Ma. Hehehe, Zema doesn't know. So, when did you get married to Henry?"

"Eh, just pray, baby. Yeah, well, ah, Zema's sleeping! Tomorrow I'll wake up, you know." Fira blushed in embarrassment then switched the conversation while putting Zema to sleep.

For a moment put the device on the bed. Fira then gently stroked Zema's hair so as to quickly sleep. Because if not, Zema will increasingly analyze about father and father. Especially about adult marriages.

Thankful Zema submissive child. Zema immediately closed her eyes then hugged the bolster. Fira was relieved, hoping that Zema would no longer be critical of the discussion. Because children this age are not enough to digest adult information.