When Love Is Afflicting
Wasp

Mama Aqeela broke her embrace from Annisa's body, then wiped away her daughter's tears. Mama Aqeela smiled, then kissed Annisa's forehead feelingly.

"Mama's daughter turned out to be big and mature. Soon will follow Mama to be a wife" said Mama Aqeela moved.

Annisa commented her smile.

**

Elsewhere

Drabia's mother looks very busy preparing for everything that must be brought tomorrow to the wedding of Shaka and Annisa. Don't let anyone miss, it could be bad.

"Disha! her wedding ring keeps it good!. Don't let tomorrow leave the ring unseen!" mother Drabia exclaimed from the lower floor of the house.

"Yes Ma!" shaka was upset. From last night I don't know how many times his mother reminded him. Disperse the daydream of Shaka aja it's her Mama.

"Where was the prayer tool?." Drabia's busy mother on the living room sofa turned her body towards the pile of items beside her." Uh! this" his monologue again after finding the one in his car.

Ms. Drabia also wrapped all the parcels that will be brought tomorrow for her daughter-in-law Annisa.

While Shaka who was in his room, continued to look at the ring in his hand. Shaka kept smiling imagining tomorrow that he would pin the ring on Annisa's ring finger.

"Disha! it has not yet made its pledge!" shouted the woman's lungs down again from the bottom floor of the house.

"Mama's voice is very loud anyway, similar to aja siamang" Shaka grumbled, annoyed.

Though Shaka closed the door of his room tightly, still a sound of his mother can penetrate the walls and door of the room.

"Udah hapal Ma!" shaka again no less tight than Bu Drabia

"Be aware that tomorrow is not going well!" threatening Bu Drabia, anxious as if Shaka was in front of her.

"Young! Mama is really loud!." Salwa, who had been hearing impaired from earlier, sat her body rough on an empty sofa beside Ms. Drabia.

"Let's see Shaka in his room, what else is he?" tell Mrs Drabia.

"Lazy, at most he again ngayal" Salwa replied.

"You're yeah, always lazy."Ms. Drabia was picking up Salwa's ears.

"Father!" shoot Salwa saw Mr. Ansel had come home from work.

"You ngadu?, ngadu aja." Drabia's mother was getting anxious to pull her daughter's ear. Salwa pursed her lips.

Salwa is Papa Ansel's favorite daughter, no one should scold her, other than her.

"Darling!" reprimand Pak Ansel sat his body beside Drabia until Salwa's body shifted.

"Your daughter is a lazy base" said Ms. Drabia, Mr. Ansel smiled.

"God!" reprimanded Pak Ansel turned his gaze towards Salwa.

"Yes Pa" obeyed Salwa instantly, smiling and moving from her seat.

"Thank Salwa don't sniff, baby" said Mr. Ansel. In addition to fierce, his wife is very chatty on children, and also likes to rent ears.

"The children always make me anxious" said Ms. Drabia.

"You're also adorable." Mr. Ansel winked at his wife.

"Gee! you are old too" said Ms. Drabia.

**

The house of Abu Munzir

"Furqon, finish eating between Umi to the boutique for a while. Mama forgot to take clothes for gifts for Annisa" said Umi Fadilah put a bowl of clear vegetables on the dining table.

"Yes, Umi" obeyed Furqon.

"Tomorrow also accompany Umi to the wedding. Abi you tomorrow can not accompany Umi" said Umi Fadilah again.

"Where is Abi going?" Furqon directed his gaze towards Abi Munzir.

"It turns out tomorrow there is also the daughter of Abi's friend who married. So Abi and Umi share the task" replied Abi Munzir.

Furqon nodded his head, got it.

After Umi Fadilah sat her body beside Abi Munzir. Abi Munzir recited a meal prayer.

"Amen!" say Umi Fadilah and Furqon together after finishing reading the prayer.

And the three of them began to eat food on their plates.

As Umi Fadilah's request earlier. Furqon took her to the boutique to pick up some clothes, to be made a wedding gift for Annisa and the daughter of another friend who got married the next day.

"Add again this is yes Umi" Furqon said when he saw one of the gamis on display in the shirt mannequin.

"Who are you going to give it to?." Umi Fadilah frowned towards Furqon.

"To Umi" Furqon replied, commenting on her smile." Umi thought I'd give Annisa a gift?. Wh-wh-what for? I guess if I give her a gift, her husband won't let her wear it. And if I see Annisa wearing it, maybe I'll be happy. But it will keep me from moving on from him" Furqon explained.

"Mom sure, God has prepared a better woman for you out there. It could be better than Annisa, yeah! it could also be worse" replied Umi Fadilah returning Furqon's smile.

"Whoever that woman is, I must be lucky to get it" Furqon said again still maintaining his smile from earlier. Although her little heart still wished that she was Annisa.

"Let's help Umi wrap this gift. Let's hurry, soon this mall will close" said Umi Fadilah, put clothes in her hands on the table, then take a gift wrapper and two small boxes. After folding her clothes, Umi Fadilah also put them in a special box wrapping the gift. While Furqon is in charge of wrapping the box with gift wrappers.

When it was finished, Furqon helped Uminya and the boutique employee close the stall, then they went home. Now Furqon and Uminya were on their way home.

Wiu wiu wiu.....!!

Furqon, who heard the siren from behind, immediately sidelined his car into the slow lane.

"Where is there a fire?" asked Umi Fadilah saw two cars passing next to their cars.

"Don't know, Umi" replied Furqon who was busy driving. After the two fire engines were far ahead of them, Furqon added to the pace of the vehicle.

'Why do I feel bad?' inner Furqon, suddenly felt misgivings.

'O Allah, verily I seek refuge in thee from the torment of the grave, from the whisperings of the bad heart, and from many troubles. O Allah, verily I seek refuge in thee from the evil that the wind brings, amen!.'

Furqon prayed in his heart while he was busy controlling the steering wheel of his car. Arriving in their yard, after parking the vehicle perfectly, Furqon and Umi Fadilah alike got out of the car, and stepped into the house.

"Assalamu aleikum!" exclaim Umi Fadilah when stepping into the house.

"Greetings mayor" replied Abi Munzir who was waiting on the living room sofa from earlier.

"Not sleeping, Abi ?" asked Umi Fadilah, usually at this hour her husband was asleep.

"Barusan Abi got word, Ustadz Bilal's house is on fire."

Duarr!

Furqon who just entered carrying goods Umi Fadilah immediately froze.

'Annisa'

*connect