WILL YOU MARRY ME?
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Thifa POV

Assalamualaikum says.

Sorry for my inactivity for a week.

Corona virus has become a national epidemic in this country. It may not be the first virus ever. However, the spread is too fast and must go through special handling. We need to be able to protect ourselves and our families from the virus.

Do not take it lightly, even though many patients are declared cured. There is nothing wrong with following instructions to stay at home, and avoid traveling as well as the crowd.

Destiny, life and death have been defined by God. But that doesn't mean we just let go. Instead of going on vacation when many covid-19 victims were referred to the hospital.

Keep cleanliness, health, drink lots of water, sunbathe in the morning, wash your hands with soap. And, what is certain is to pray to the almighty. So that this plague will soon disappear and disappear from the face of the earth. Aamiins.

For friends who may be infected, keep the spirit. May soon recover and return to activity.

The virus incubates in the body for 14 days. So, after that there will be symptoms of shortness of breath that he said like a drowning person. Well, if our immunity is strong for 14 days. It is certain that the virus will not develop.

Symptoms are mild, but we must remain careful.

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Back to the laptop. While waiting for the active period back to school, work, or other activities that currently may be pending. God willing, I try to make a story one.

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The shame is still on. Why did it come through and have to be seen by him? I'm really embarrassed. Where should I put this face when I see him again?

Chequek.

My bedroom door is open. From behind the door poking out the head wrapped in a green hijab toska. His face smiled while looking at me. "Remain, Ma'am?" tanyanya as she entered and walked over.

Deeva sat on the edge of the bed, I shifted my seat. "Gapain come here? Tumbens."

"I want to take a bite."

I frowned, "Nginep? Your husband? Left out?"

Deeva did not answer, she took off her headscarf and grabbed her long hair and lay down on my bed. Or maybe there is a problem?

"Va, why? You guys quarreling?" manya curious.

Deeva sat down. "Bak, I'm tired, my in-laws just me. When pregnant, when pregnant? If I can make a child use sponge cake batter, I've printed a lot to make him bother."

"Hush, can't say that. What did your husband say?"

"He can argue with his mother. Just diem. Bela I don't. Yes abis how, every time I ask fertility check, or program to the doctor, Mas Fikri always refused."

"Yes you who are patient, don't run away rich gini." I as a brother should be able to advise my sister. No matter how big of a problem we face with a partner, do not let us involve outsiders.

"I didn't run away, Ma'am. My mother-in-law told me to go home. Because---"

Deeva no longer continued her sentence. He looked down, then I saw a clear grain begin to wet his face. She covered her face with a pillow and lay back on my back.

I approached, holding his shoulder. Try to calm down and find out. What is really going on. "Va, same story, ma'am. Why Fikri's mother told you to come home."

The pillow in his hand he opened. "Bak, Mas Fikri was asked to marry again to get offspring" Deeva explained.

I gasped, not expecting that both of Fikri's parents would do that to my sister. I tightly hugged Deeva's body that had been sobbing ever since. Oh God, why is our fate like this. The marriage I once had was destroyed. I am only my husband's second wife, now my sister must be willing to be combined just to get offspring.

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I woke up because someone was shaking my body. "Yes, Va." I rubbed my eyes and sat facing Deeva who was removing her face. Looks like he just performed the Fajr prayer. I saw the clock on the wall pointing at five o'clock.

"Mak don't pray?" tanyakanya.

I'm shaking. Then shuffled from the bed out of the room to the bathroom. I saw Umi cooking water and washing rice in the kitchen.

"Fa, what's wrong with your sister?" tanya whispered a little. "Tumben he came home, stayed here. Is he not telling you the same story?"

"In the meantime, yeah, Umi. Thifa keblet." I rushed into the bathroom.

Finish urinating, and wash your face. I went to the kitchen to help Umi cook. While cutting the vegetables, Umi quietly approached me. "Fa, isn't it a story?" ask again.

I'm confused what to say, if I speak the truth I'm afraid of Umi's reaction later. It could have been Umi getting angry, or had Deeva separated from her husband.

"Thifa doesn't know, Umi. No story. Ask me to try." I ended up lying for my sister.

I heard Umi breathing heavily. Then back to his job. Pour the freshly boiling water into a glass. Take a tea dip and raise the rope until the water in the glass turns golden. Every morning, Umi always makes fresh tea for Abi.

Deeva didn't come out of the room, or maybe she was afraid of being interrogated by Umi? Until I finish cooking vegetable soup, frying omelet and making soy sauce sambal. My sister has not appeared in front of us.

"Va, what are you doing?" my many.

"Again chat, same Mas Fikri," he replied.

"When will he pick you up?" manya curious.

Deeva looked and frowned. "What's wrong, Ma'am?"

"So Umi nanya same Mbak. You why? But you didn't tell me the truth."

"Say it's okay too, Mother."

"Ngaco, later if Umi hit the Fikri family how?"

"Yes will not be possible Mbak, when Umi hit. At the very least, I've got something broken. I don't want to share a husband, Mom. Mas Fikri good, handsome, sholeh. I don't want her to marry anyone else."

"If you don't want to, you don't have to leave your house. Even if you are told to go home. You defend your household. The wife is the same husband. Later if rich gini, your husband brought people you know?"

Deeva looked at me. Then busy back with his phone, and put the phone to the ear. "Mas, get me now!"

Astagfirullah, Deeva. She's asking to pick up her husband now? He himself had not taken a shower. I just shook my head at my sister's behavior. I grabbed a towel next to the closet and left it out of the room.

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The sun this morning showed no light. The weather was cloudy, I heard footsteps approaching. I saw Zain walking with his wand to me. I got up and led him. Last night the boy slept with Umi and Abi.

"Mother, Oma don't call Mommy?" I asked when we were sitting in the living room.

"Well, what do you want?"

"Say Oma wants to find me an eye donor. How long, Mother?" Zain's lips look forward. I gently stroked his head and embraced it.

"Honey, finding an eye donor is not easy. If that person is willing to donate his eyes to you. Then later that person will lose sight just like you are now. So, you're patient, yeah. God willing, someday we will be met by a kind person. Who wants to give his eyes to you."

"Aamiinu. Zain wanted to go to school, play with other rich friends. Zain's bored at home anyway."

Without feeling my eyes water. Never before had I heard Zain complain like this. Usually he would be fine, not even caring if he could not see. He remains the spirit of learning to teach, memorizing verse by verse. Forgive Mother, Zain.

"If you could see, what would you like to see?" I try to comfort him.

"Eum---- I want to see om gondrong."

Deg. "Why?"

"Any good-looking, Bun?" tanyanya while showing her rows of white teeth.

"Yes, if a guy's got to be handsome. If it's a pretty girl."

"Oh, Mother."

Suddenly my phone rings. Quickly grab a flat object on the table. A call from Mama made me cringe. "Oma call, here!" I rubbed Zain's shoulders gently.

I pressed the speaker button, so Zain could hear our conversation. "Assalamualaikum, Ma."

"Assalamualaikum, Oma."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Uh, there's Zain. Grandson Oma what song?"

"Get a chat, Oma."

"Thifa, Mama's in the hospital now. You come here with Zain, yes. There are fathers who want to donate their children's eyes to Zain."

"Serious mom?" My eyes sparkled at the news just now.

"Yes, Thifa. Mom, wait, baby."

"Good thanks, Ma."

I disconnected the phone. Then looked at Zain's face and hugged him. "Darling, our prayers are answered. You heard, didn't you, Oma just said what?"

"Yes, Mother."

I packed up to go to the hospital where my mother-in-law was. He sent his address to a message on his cell phone. I asked Abi to drive us by the cabin car. Just dropping off, Abi doesn't have to wait until we're done.

This sense of happiness seems to be able to remove some of the sadness that had befallen my household first. My son's happiness is now paramount. And I will never repeat my mistake again, neglecting my family's health and safety.

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