ABI'S HUSBAND OF CHOICE

SPAS 07

"I'm going to sleep at my lover's house tomorrow. You have no right to forbid me to sleep where I want. That's my right!" Husein looked at his wife not like it.

"There's no right? Even I have rights over you, Mas. Whatever is in you is my right and vice versa. So don't tell me I don't have the right to be you."

"It's hard to talk to you. My point tomorrow will be to stick with my decision."

"Astagfirullah Mas, remember the sin. Remember what you do that God hates, Mom,"

"Shut up!!" Hussein's snapping made Aida gasp.

Hussein left his wife alone. The man threw down the door of his room strongly because, annoyed with the words of his wife. Her husband was limited because of his wife. So before marriage he desperately refused, but what could he do if his two parents even threatened to withdraw all facilities.

***

This morning Aida finished her morning prayers. Before that, Aida had woken her husband to his camp, but the man was angry with her. Make Aida leave her husband's room before dawn runs out.

Cooking breakfast with fried rice and brain-pickled eggs. Lovingly, he made breakfast for her and her husband.

"Mas wake! it's seven in the morning." Aida tries to wake her husband who still seems asleep.

"What the hell?!" the snaps don't like.

"Let's wake up Mas, you take a bath after we have breakfast stones." Aida is still trying to build her husband who still covers the blanket to her body.

"You're just interrupting my sleep!!" he rubbed the blanket rough.

'Astagfirullah. O Allah strengthen the servant in the face of the attitude of the servant's husband, Do'a Aida in the heart.

Aida cleaned her husband's bed until neat. Do not forget to choose a casual dress for her husband. Because currently Husein is still in their marriage leave. Finished in Husein's room, Aida returned to the kitchen. Finishing what he hadn't finished.

"Good breakfast Mas" Aida gave breakfast to her husband.

No answer, just like yesterday. The man would keep his mouth shut without saying a word. Aida who already understood the nature of her husband just massaged the chest. I hope that one day her husband will change for her.

***

"Mas, where are you going?" Aida approached her husband who looked but in a maroon shirt whose arms were rolled up.

"Didn't I say it yesterday? I'll stay tonight at my lover's house." The man walked away from his wife.

"I won't let you, Mom. I don't want you to confess your sins by staying in the house of a woman who isn't your mahram, Mas." Husein stopped when he heard his wife's words.

"I didn't ask your permission. So don't ban me!" The man immediately turned his body.

Husein drove his car at high speed to quickly reach his lover's residence. The girl who has been with him for 3 years. The beloved of Hussein.

"Hi, dear," Husein tightly embraced her lover who was waiting for her on the porch of the house.

"I miss Honey," spoiled that woman who is none other than Sinta.

"Aren't you sure I'm in, honey?" tanya Husein landed a kiss on her lover's cheek.

"Ahh yes Darling, I forgot," he said, bringing Husein in with his hands interlocked.

Sinta led Husein to the living room. There is already one glass of orange juice that is usually drunk by his lover.

"Why did you come here, honey? You know I miss you so much" Sinta wrestled spoiled on her lover's arm and leaned that head against Husein's sturdy shoulder.

"Two days ago I explained it, my dear. Did you forget?" Again Husein landed a kiss on the smooth cheek of his lover.

"I won't forget, darling. But I'm jealous" she said, singing those red lips.

"Jealous why, dear? Didn't I explain that I don't love that girl. I even slept with him separately. You know for yourself that I only love you. Such a deep love for you, dear," Rayu Husein blinked one eye.

The woman immediately smiled brightly at the words of her lover. His heart was very happy to get a lover like Hussein. Already well, royal loving again. Who wouldn't want a lover like Hussein. Only a fool would refuse that.

"Alright, honey, I trust you," Sinta kissed her lover's cheek gently.

Elsewhere, Aida was pacing around in her room. Her heart was not calm because of her husband. A husband she respects who is willing to stay at the home of a woman who is not her mahram. Died the halal woman for him alone in the big house. No one accompanied Aida there. That's what happened in that room.

Aida chose to take the wuduk, performing the isha'a prayer which she had not yet done.

"O Allah, You are the place where the servant begs. The place where the servant asks for all kinds of help. You are the place where the servant pours out everything that happens to the servant. Please, open the door of my husband's heart. Show him that what he did was wrong, God. Only to You the servant begs and asks O Allah," Aida closed her prayer that night.

Then the girl chose to read some verses of the Quran to calm her heart that was a little chaotic because of her husband.

The girl's pretty eyes were not closed. Look at the ceiling of the room by imagining her husband. What is he doing now? Have you had dinner or not? What did her husband eat with her? There was much more that Aida could imagine about her husband. It did not even rule out the possibility of Aida not thinking negative things to her husband. Moreover, her husband was in the house of a woman who was illegal for him.

"Astagfirullah, you can't think badly of your own husband Ai. Remember the word Ummi," Aida rubbed her head a few times. So that his bad thoughts will soon disappear.

'ya ayyuhallazina awanujtanibekak kairam mina ⁇ eanni inna ba'ae - e2ni imuw wa la tajassasokis wa la yagtab ba'ukum ba'udah, a yuhibbu a awaadukum a ya ya` lama akhita maitan fa karihtuminah, wattaqullahh, ayadukum, innallha tawwabur raim *al-Hujurat/12*. (O you who believe! Stay away from prejudice, indeed some prejudices are sins, and do not look for the faults of others, and let none of you gossip some of the others. Do any of you like to eat the flesh of his dead brother? Of course you feel disgusted. And fear Allah, Allah is All-Receiver of Penance, Most Merciful).' That was the advice of Asha when he once thought ill of his friend when he was in school.

TB