Abraham and Asyila 2

Yogi Thinks His Wife Is Jealous

Afternoon.

Ema sat in the living room with a restless face. The young woman looks uncomfortable when Abraham, Yogi and his two little boys have not returned even though it is late afternoon and almost approaching the Maghrib.

“Where did they go? It's already this hour, why still not go home too?” ask Ema while massaging her head which is getting dizzy because it just keeps thinking about those who have not returned.

Arumi came while carrying the guava juice for Ema.

“Drink this Nak Abraham,” said Arumi while giving fruit juice to Ema.

“Mom why bother making Ema guava juice? If Ema wants to, Ema will make it herself,” reply Ema who is very pleased with the mother of her best friend, Asyila.

“You must be like this. It's okay,” says Arumi, “Now drink and spend!” continued Arumi asked Ema to immediately drink the juice of his homemade guava.

Ema smiled and took the guava juice. Then, swallow it until it runs out.

“How does it feel?” ask Arumi curiously.

“Very delicious, Mom. Not too sweet and it feels very fitting,” replied Ema as is.

The smiling Arumi suddenly became moody. It is clear that Arumi is missing the figure of Asyila.

“Mother why suddenly grieve like this?” ask Ema.

“Mom suddenly misses Asyila, Son Ema. It felt like life was a little foreign without Asyila. Sorry son Ema, this mother is too crybaby,” bright Arumi and immediately wipe her tears that suddenly dripped.

Ema approached and immediately hugged Arumi's body.

“Not only is my Mom like this. Ema was the same and it felt so strange, usually in Jakarta Ema and Ashila will meet and talk. However, all that is just a dream for us,” said Ema who eventually broke into tears.

A few moments later.

Abraham, Ashraf, Kahfi and Yogi finally returned after a long time leaving home.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” they said before entering the house.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” replied Arumi and also Ema who happened to still be in the living room.

Only Herwan is not at home, because Herwan is out buying something in the minimarket with Pak Udin using a motorbike.

“Abang anywhere?” asked Ema who was shamelessly sulking in front of the others.

Ema looked in annoyance at her husband and waltzed into the room.

Yogi, who was still carrying a plastic bag filled with dirty clothes, ran after his wife who was sulking.

Naturally Ema crammed, departing from the morning and just came home near the Maghrib prayer.

“Adik, open the door!” pinta Yogi, knocking on the door, hopes that his wife will open the door for him.

“Tonight do not expect you to get rations from sister,” said Ema from inside the room.

Glegg!!!

Yogi was surprised and immediately apologized to his wife.

“Dear sister, please forgive brother yes. Please give Brother rations yes!” pinta Yogi who sounded so begging.

Inside the room, Ema smiled at her husband's sad words.

“Who, go home at a time like this,” Ema said softly and of course could not be heard by her husband.

“Tok... Geck... Tok...”

“Dear sister, sorry Brother yes. Please..”.

Ema caught her breath and opened the room door for her husband.

Yogi smiled and quickly entered the room, afraid that the wife would change her mind.

“Quickly explain, why are Brother and others coming home at this time?” ask Ema who looks like she is interrogating a criminal who is doing evil.

“Look, we should have gone home before Dzuhur. However, when traveling back to here, Brother accidentally hit a motorcyclist woman,” explained Yogi.

“Haaaa? How can? The brother who drives the car or Mr Abraham?” ask Ema curious.

“Of course, Brother. Kan, using Abang's car,” replied Yogi.

“Then, what about that woman? Is she okay?” ask Ema curious and worried.

“Alhamdulillah she is fine and sister wants to know who that woman is?” ask Yogi.

“Indeed we know?” ask Ema back with a frown.

“That, a woman who looks a lot like Asyila,” explains Yogi.

“What!!” Ema, who was sitting on the bed, immediately rose to hear that the woman who was hit by her husband was Salsa, a woman she was very unhappy with.

“Adik need not be surprised like that, he is fine and just fainted from shock. But, the stings are indeed quite long,” said Yogi.

“What does that woman actually want? My brother can't get close to him. She's a cunning and venomous woman, just plain looking. However, his heart is very evil and we must stay away from him,” Ema stressed while putting on an unpleasant face.

“Abang why? Why laugh?” ask Ema's upset.

“Already, stop being jealous. After all Salsa is a good woman and not as Sister alleged,” replied Yogi.

“Whataa? So, you think that this kind of attitude of a sister is just out of jealousy? Why be jealous of a woman who is clearly nothing to be jealous of.

She was like that, just because her face was similar to Asyila's. Or it could be, she had plastic surgery to look like Asyila. The point is, sister doesn't like it when she's around us. Moreover, around the family of Mr. Abraham,” firmly Ema and push the body of her husband to get out of the room immediately.

Ema locked the room and burst into tears at being very upset by what Salsa had done to get into the family.

Obviously he was intentional about getting into this family.

Do they not anyone know? Did Mr. Abraham sympathize with such a clearly two-faced woman.

The yogi walked very lethargicly after being chased out by his wife from the room.

“Why you?” abraham asked his best friend who looked very lethargic, not excited.

“I was just kicked out by Ema from the room,” Yogi replied and landed his butt on the living room couch.

In the living room, there was only Abraham and Yogi. While Ashraf and Kahfi are changing clothes accompanied by Arumi in their room.

“Died? What was the reason that got you kicked out?” ask Abraham.

“I told you what really happened when we were on our way home and Ema's response was really upsetting. How could he be jealous of Salsa and tell me not to get close to her. Not only that, Ema even said that Salsa is a two-faced woman,” explained Yogi.

Abraham laughed at the testimony of his friend, Yogi.

“I agree with you. Ema like that must be because she was jealous and afraid of feeling rivaled by Salsa,” said Abraham and returned to laughing.

The Maghreb began to reverberate in all directions.

Abraham and Yogi rushed to perform congregational prayers in the mosque.

“you why bring that plastic bag here and there? Quickly put it in the washing machine and after that we rush to the mosque!” take Abraham.

Yogi agreed and put dirty clothes in the washing machine. Then, following Ashraf and Kahfi to invite them to pray Maghrib in the mosque.

Abraham, who was still in the living room, seemed to be thinking about something quite serious.

I don't know what he's thinking, which obviously is very important.

Yogi came with two of his small troops to perform the Maghrib prayer in the mosque.

“Abraham!” call the Yogi to Abraham who is daydreaming.

Abraham gasped when Yogi called him.

“Come to mosque!” bring Yogi.

The three of them also set out together to perform Maghrib prayers at the mosque.

“Dad, carry!” pinta Ashraf wants to be carried by his father.

Seeing Ashraf who was being carried by his father, Kahfi did not want to lose and also wanted to be like Ashraf.

“Papa.. Kahfi wants to carry!” kahfi Pinta.

Yogi smiled and held his baby.

The two men were so cool that they became the center of attention for mothers who wanted to go to the mosque to perform Maghrib prayers.

A few moments later.

They have finished praying and have reached home.

However, Ema still did not want to open the door for her husband to enter.

“Dear sister, please do not sulk and do not be jealous again!” pinta Yogis.

Ema, upset that her husband thought she was jealous, opened the door and pulled her body inside.

“Who is jealous? Little sister was not jealous of such a lowly woman at all. Does she look like a jealous wife? That woman is evil, brother. He didn't come here by chance. Should have been more alert than sister,” said Ema.

Ema kept saying that she was not jealous of Salsa at all. However, to be explained, Yogi still thinks his wife is jealous.

Ema suddenly cries and when Yogi wants to touch her, Ema immediately avoids being touched by her husband.

“Devil gate, Brother has no heart,” Ema said on the sidelines he cried.

Yogi is like a beard fire man when he sees his wife crying. Yogi did not want the others to misunderstand because Ema's crying was quite loud.

“Sadik, stop crying. Please, please,” said Yogi begging his wife to stop crying immediately.

“Devil gate, Brother absolutely does not trust Ema,” reply Ema.

Long enough Ema cried, until finally Adzan reverberated.

Yogi again left Ema who was sad to perform congregational prayers in the mosque.