Wound

"Don't expect more from humans. Hug your wounds with prayer. Cleanse your soul from grudges. Let go of all circumstances and leave everything to the Owner of All Nature.

"Bang, Brother where are you going? This dish is ready, Brother, just eat first," Haziya interrupted when she saw Shabir about to hold the doorknob.

"Brother to mom's house, Brother Lathif said to cook pliek sauce. Brother eat there. Don't forget to lock the door," said Shabir, then pulled the algae and went out to the front yard. He immediately rode the motorbike, leaving a roar that was getting further away and left Haziya standing cold on the terrace watching her husband leave for the umpteenth time.

Haziya may not be good at cooking, but she continues to learn how to cook properly. Record recipes from mom, also watch cooking tutorials from YouTube so Shabir can eat healthy food at home. However, her struggles are always to prepare dishes, not to mention getting praise from Shabir, even her husband doesn't want to taste it. His bloated thumb from being hit by a hot pot that had been smeared with toothpaste was proof of his sacrifice.

Haziya couldn't help but sigh, turning around and dragging languid steps into the house with a raging feeling. This week, Shabir has not come home for two nights, arguing that he is staying at his mother's house because Lathifah's husband has not been able to come home for several days. Whereas Lathifah and her two children are not alone at home, there is Mrs. Karni, while Haziya has no one. Shabir should have invited him to stay at his mother's house.

The forehead weather was so cold, even the petrichor was stinging. It's the same with Haziya's relationship with Shabir now. Even though it's close, there's always a barrier. Two months had passed in grief over the loss of the fetus, plus Shabir's arbitrariness and inattention had sown wounds. Asmaraloka tasted bland and tasteless, there was no laughter or jokes. Short chats and more pauses.

There is no more welcome to Arunika's rhymes, let alone lullabies. Shabir spends more time outside the house. He never felt the inner livelihood, after the healing process of two to almost three months. Haziya understood that in her condition Shabir might worry her if he was in a hurry. However, even now, Shabir seems to have forgotten his livelihood. Only giving weekly money of one hundred thousand, and even then Haziya had to buy ingredients for cooking.

"Cook for yourself, save the money. Don't waste it."

Haziya never bought clothes or goods without Shabir knowing. Every day just at home without work, depending on the gift of her husband and occasionally her mother sends what she saved.

"Bro, just got home?" greeted Haziya when Shabir came into the room. "Want to eat?" Haziya had not eaten breakfast on purpose, waiting for her husband to return.

"No, brother, I'm going to the shop, it's late. Don't be lazy in your room, clean the front yard, the grass is already long." Shabir walks in the bathroom.

"Okay, bro."

The feeling in her stomach was getting worse, Haziya tried to walk into the room after cleaning the front yard. Cold sweat dripping down, thankful he didn't fall on the slick floor he had mopped before Shabir came home. Haziya reached for her cell phone near the bed, dialing Shabir's number. The operator's voice was heard several times, finally Shabir's voice aired on the other side.

"Why? Brother is at the shop, there are a lot of people. I'll see you later."

"Wait, Bro. My stomach hurts, Brother can ...."

"Just grease the telon oil!"

Tut. The call was cut off as Haziya's tears fell.

"Assalamualaikum, Haziya, are you at home? This is Mom outside, I knocked but no one answered even though the door was open. Are you inside? Why are you crying?"

Haziya could not answer the question of her mother who called her.

"Are you coming in with dad?"

"Yes, ma'am." Haziya bit her lip, holding back the cramp in her lower abdomen.

"Oh my God, son, what are you doing?" Mother screamed anxiously seeing Haziya crouched near the bed.

"Where is your husband?" Dad asked as he helped him sit on the bed.

"At the shop, Dad. Haziya's stomach hurts."

"Can't he come home? Why is your face red, you slapped?" Father checked his eldest daughter's face, holding back his emotions waiting for Haziya's answer. The scars from the slap of the night still left traces even though he had compressed them.

"Tell the truth, son."

"Alright, Dad, let's take Haziya to the hospital first."

"Where's your cell phone?"

Haziya handed her a silver cellphone, then her father immediately contacted Shabir.

"Why else? I told you I'm busy, don't bother me, just go home to your mother don't be like a child, getting sick is a little troublesome." Shabir snorted across.

"With pleasure." Mr. Burhan immediately closed the phone with a hard jaw, if Shabir was in front of him he would definitely teach him a lesson.

"Take her out, Mom. Dad will pack Ziya's clothes first. Call Lidya to come here immediately."

Haziya can't 

His heart and mind need peace, plus stomach pains that often appear. Better to live with parents who 

***

Haziya's eyes lit up, the rainbow in her eyes curved after three months. Wear the best robe in the closet, th

It had been two weeks since Haziya had returned to the house she shared with Shabir. Mrs. Karni is also not too restrained and oppresses her, Lathifah rarely comes home to just take side dishes. Haziya had put a question mark, but she tried to think positively. Maybe they hav

"Mom, let's say goodbye to go to Laweung first, we want to eat noodles for sure. Do you want to take it home?" asked Haziya after greeting Mrs. Karni.

"No need, you guys be careful," said Mrs. Karni.

"Okay, ma'am, Wassalamu'alaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam."

Haziya got on a motorbike after being put on a helmet by Shabir. The two-wheeled vehicle sped up and disappeared from the sight of Mrs. Karni who was laughing loudly.

"Look at him laughing!" mocked Mrs. Karni.

"Stupid, I'll cry again," Lathifah said, sitting next to her mother. Their plan went well.

***

"Brother, where are we going?" asked Haziya in surprise when Shabir turned instead to the right, he turned to the left.

"Are we not going to Laweung? To Tangse, right, Bang?"

Shabir nodded. "It's been a long time since I've eaten keureuling fish. It's all right, isn't it?"

"It's okay, Bang. Ziya also likes keureuling fish."

Haziya tightened her arms around Shabir's waist. Her face was so bright, smiling happily. Trying to think positive, wherever he is taken as long as he is with Shabir he still likes it. They haven't been on vacation in a long time. Haziya also misses the beautiful days she spent with her husband. Stunning scenery danced in his dreams.

"Let's go to your house first, yesterday you left your wallet in the cupboard."

Haziya didn't ask any further as Shabir made his way to his parents' house. No bad thoughts.

"Let's go to our room first, you can rest first."

Haziya obeyed, the door to her house was not locked, there was only Fairus. Mom and dad are out for a while he said.

"You wait here, Brother, I want to fill up with gas first at the front kiosk."

Haziya nodded, it didn't cross her mind that Shabir was lying.