
"Lo won't be able to stop me from taking Husein's heart. Remember your marriage won't last long." whispered Sinta as Husein headed to her room to pick up her briefcase.
"Who's the pretentious Mother who knows someone's destiny? It could be that his heart currently still belongs to Mbak, do you believe if the heart will remain on Mbak? Or even at times even turn to his legal wife?" Aida smiled as she said that to her husband's lover.
"Don't be too concerned with what you're saying. Remember!! Husein will never fall in love with you. So so the woman shouldn't be too kegeeran." Press it.
"I don't care, I just say what I believe. Is there not a God who will turn his servant's heart back and forth? It is possible that in his heart still Mbak who became the throne of his highest love, does not rule out the possibility if one day the heart will change often time."
"Many cincong lo. I just ngingetin lo only so that you do not fall into the charm of my lover. There's ntar lo nangis and nyesel."
Aida nodded her head. "It's natural that I fall into the charm of my husband, Ma'am. Isn't he halal for me? So whatever I do about him there will be no sin. Remember that Allah is all-fair Ma'am, although now I am treated unworthy as a wife, may one day God open her heart if the woman who is home with him is lawful to her. There is no sin that he will get but a reward." Aida smiled sweetly at Sinta. It was not a mocking smile, but rather a sincere smile so that the woman could change upon hearing his words.
"Bacot lo!!! Just remember what I said!!" Sinta left Aida with a big heart. That woman had almost exhausted her patience. Every talk the woman would give him a long talk, which made Sinta sick.
"Mas hope you quickly realize what you are doing now. May Allah show you the best way, Mas to be close to His way Mas" Do'a Aida.
****
This afternoon Aida was sitting in the living room holding the Qur'an in her hand. The girl unceasingly memorized the holy verses whenever there was free time.
"Assalam'alaikum warahmatulli wabarakatuh,"
Aida placed the Quran on the table when her hearing heard people reading greetings outside the house.
Chequek...
"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatulli wabarakatuh. Uh Mother, Father," Aida greeted her in-law's hand with reverence. He took the two in-laws to the living room.
"Wait a minute Well, Bun, I'll get you a drink first for Mommy and Dad" Aida left her two in-laws in the living room.
"Why don't you talk about coming home Bun, Dad?" Aida looked at the two in-laws.
"Make it a surprise for you and Hussein, honey. Oh yeah Husein's still in the office?" ask the mother to her daughter-in-law.
"Yes Bun, maybe the magrib will be gone" replied Aida.
"Kok said it might be Ai? What time does Husein usually come home?" Fatimah squinted her eyes at her daughter-in-law.
"Emmm no doubt Bun, sometimes ready magrib sometimes also at 16:00" Aida honestly.
"He always sleeps at home, honey? Never bring another woman home? Or is he sleeping outside?" Fatimah looked at her daughter-in-law with a probing look.
"No Bun, Mas Husein always sleeps at home really," replied Aida displaying her sweet smile. There was no way she would tell her husband's disgrace to the in-laws. Moreover, telling her husband's disgrace including sin. Therefore, enough of you know about it all.
"You're not lying, are you, son? Mother does not want you to be hurt because Mother's son, dear," Fatimah stroked the head of her daughter-in-law who was covered with a veil that was four.
"Not Bun" replied Aida.
****
While in the office Husein was sitting alone with her lover, Sinta. The two men ate and fed each other. Enjoy their lunch with love.
My keke my Keke...
Husein picked up his car on the table. See who called him this afternoon.
"Mother, Honey. Wait a minute, I'll pick it up, "his permission.
("Hallo, Mother,")
("Assalamu'alaikum Sein, where are you?")
("Wa'alaikumsalam Bun, I'm in Bun's office. What's up?") Husein was a little confused as to why his mother called him this afternoon.
("What time will you be home?")
("Any magrib may be Bun, what's the matter Bun?")
("Don't go home too late, son. Don't you feel sorry for your wife who's staying half a full day?")
("My job is too much Bun, I can't just leave my job.") At this time Husein is very lazy if the mother has discussed the girl.
("It's clear today you're home at 4. Mother is now at home.")
Husein digested his mother's speech. A home? Which house? Is it his house or his mother's house? If in his house or the house of the Mother, when did the mother come home from abroad? The question was lodged in Husein's mind.
("Which houses are Bun?") asked Hussein with a slight stammer. She was afraid that the Mother would know if she and Aida separated the room. There will be someone who will get angry.
("Yes your home is Sein, whose home are you trying?") Husein's heart seemed to want to be dislodged mengdung Mother's speech. Hussein was afraid that his wife would complain no to her parents. Could hurt him if that's what happened.
(O-oh that's it Bun, soon I'll be home Bun,") replied Husein with a heart that had been stretched out. Afraid that something bad would happen to him was the woman who was now his wife. It could be over if the woman complains about him bringing her lover home.
("Don't be in a hurry, son, isn't your job still a lot?")
("No Bun, I can continue tomorrow.")
("Well, if that's what you want, my mother closes first. Assalamu'alaikum,")
("Wa'alaikumsalam Mommy,") Husein turned off his phone. After the Mother answered her greeting there.
"Darling I have to go home now, you're okay to take a cab home, aren't you?" Husein no longer continued his lunch. His appetite disappeared instantly when he found out his parents were in his residence.
"Yes that's okay, dear," Sinta's little weight let go of Husein. But he also couldn't do much, his future in-laws didn't like him. They are even strongly opposed to their relationship.
Husein landed into a kiss on her lover's lips at a glance. Snatched his suit that was beside him on his great chair. Sinta who came out of Husein's room.
Husein drove his car at high speed. The man is currently anxious, anxious if his wife at home tells him nothing about him.
Finally, the car that Husain was driving reached his home. Directly the man stepped his long legs into the house. There were his parents and the girl who had become his wife was telling happily with Fatimah and also Hamzah.
"Assalamu'alaikum," Husein approached his mother, embracing her new beloved woman to Hamzah the father.
"Wa'alaikumsalam,"
After giving up longing with her parents, Aida greeted her husband's hands with reverence. But now something was different, the man replied by kissing his forehead for a little while. What a great acting. Husein is very deep in his role as an unsold artist.
TB