What happened to HUMAIRO
#16

Time keeps passing. The day changed so quickly the night, and vice versa. Human feelings are always changing. No one guarantees everything to be what we expect. We are only required to be wise in dealing with life. Sometimes what we don't like today can all change tomorrow. This is what Humairo feels like. He felt suddenly changed. His feelings that seemed to be unable to accept the figure of Ainul, now when he woke up from his sleep, the figure of Ainul was first seen.

Humairo stared at the dark sky at the horizon of Maghrib. The third night he waited for Ainul's return. He still hopes God will change things. If God had not predestined him with Ainul, he had vowed to live his own life. He would not fill his heart with any other man besides Ainul.

Humairo looked weak. His face looks pale and dull. His body is getting thinner because of the appetite that is starting to decrease. An uneasy and unsettled heart, as if it had ordered all of its limbs to stop doing any activity. He felt that he had now accepted his karma. She has received the punishment for being the most ungodly wife in the world. He had to accept it, in fact, it was okay if he had to die slowly because of the pain. It'sit's okay. He realized he had to spend his punishment in the world in order to be free from the harsher punishment in the hereafter. Now that he had come to his senses, he was tired of the pleasure he had been living through all this time. He suddenly missed being together. He only realized the house was warm and more alive if he wanted to accept Ainul. At least to accompany him to talk before going to bed. He got tired of playing gadgets. The nights were empty and boring. There's no benefit whatsoever. It's just anxiety because it's like there's something missing in him.

Humairo turned his body slowly. He sighed and stepped straight into the house. The door was opened wide like the night before. He hoped that, one night, Ainul would come home and close the door himself.

The night is getting late. Dark slapping. The occasional dog's howling sounds broke the silence of the night.

Humairo gave a long sigh. Ainul really did not leave a single memory for him to see when lonely. Looking for the photo is now as difficult as finding its existence now. Even on social media, he left no trace. It is completely hidden and closed. If only he had kept a photo of Ainul at the moment, it could have represented his current feelings a little. At least he could tell her how much he misses her now. Now he began to realize, love can not be resisted with hatred. As bad and ugly as anyone who puts feelings on us, we should not be overreacting if we do not want to. We never know what God's plan and will is. The Lord is turning the hearts of men. Now he feels it himself. After a long time of hating Ainul, his heart was so tormented that he missed him too much.

There were footsteps from a distance. Humairo turned his head while putting up his hearing and listened carefully to the footsteps that sounded closer and closer. He heard some female voices outside the house. The voices are increasingly heard. Humairo's chest pounding. Breath restrained.

"Mom Humairo! Miss Humairo, come out, ma'am." Humairo scrunched his forehead. It was like the sound of one of the neighbors in front of the house. It's 3 o'clock, what are they calling these nights, Humairo's mind. Perhaps the neighbor noticed the door of the house open so he shouted to close it. But it was impossible, the voices were getting more and more crowded and frightened him.

"What's wrong, ma'am" Humairo told one of the women standing across the porch. The woman approached.

" Mahmud told me to wake my mother, I don't know either" she said.

Haven't had time to continue the question, suddenly seen some people with fast steps, like carrying something to his house. Getting closer, some of the people went straight into the house. Humairo still looked confused, but some people on the terrace came in and gathered inside the house. He was still standing in his place.

"Please, others come out, if we continue to gather like this, ustadz Ainul has trouble breathing," said Mr. Mahmud some of them came out.

To hear Ainul's name, Humairo turned around and immediately barged in, discharging the crowd of people inside the house. He was silent with his mouth half open. He felt his feet go limp and without realizing it, he fell down near Ainul lying down.

"Please, someone, turn on the lights" said Mr. Mahmud.