Afraid to Widow

Chapter V (Jihan Orianthie)

"Whose house is this?" 

I was amazed when Mama and Mr. Ammar took me to Green Hills Housing. All I know is this includes elite housing in Yogyakarta. Is this his brother's house? 

"From now on this house in front of you belongs to you and Ammar. Let Ammar also not too far to go to school."

My eyes shine. Immediately the reflex closes the mouth using both palms. One word 'amused' I can't speak anymore.

"Seriously?"

"Yes. Why did you lie to me. Consider this a gift because you have given the first grandchild to the Father."

"Thank you, Father."

My eyes glazed. I am grateful to have good and not stingy parents. I want to hug him, but I'm afraid.

"Where do you like it?"

I just nodded small. Who doesn't love a type 150 home. Two floors. Area 272 m2. Next to it is a garden. Instantly imagine wanting to plant a variety of flowers to make it more beautiful.

"Yes, come in. Look at the inside."

I walked into the house following them. Waws. The inside is no less amazing. The living room is full of calligraphy of Asmaul Husna. There are 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, and equipped with luxurious furniture. The Ammar family is no can.

"May you all live in this house."

"Surely, sir."

The house is definitely at home, sir. But do not know my father made me feel at home? I murmured in my heart.

"Jihan, Mama was sad you got out of Mama's house. But what else. You are now married. Mama doesn't have the right to keep you happy with your husband."

I saw a puddle of clear liquid in Mama's eyes. I hugged Mama and wiped her tears. "Mama don't be sad. It still holds the same house as Mama's. Jihan promised to play at Mama's house."

"Yes?"

"Yes, promise."

His father Ammar raised his left hand. "Hmmm .. I think I should go home. At four o'clock in the afternoon I have an invitation to play golf with friends. Ma'am Yanti want me to take you home or still want to be here?"

"Come home, sir. Not good for a long time at the child's house. Maybe they want to focus on arranging the house or resting in a new room first."

"Yes, we paid first. Assalamualaikum."

*** 

"Mas, I went to the gynecologist dong. From the beginning of tespack until now have not checked the content of loh."

"Later on. I'm busy again" said Ammar coldly.

Kulirik super cold husband. He is holding HP. Curiosity is growing. I'm looking at him, why the hell? I snatched his HP. 

"Oh, is this what keeps you busy? Mobile Legend Play?"

"What the hell are you. Here's my HP."

"No. Anterin to the gynecologist first. I just turned your HP back on."

It was an HP scramble. Accidentally the HP in my hand came off floating. Then it fell to the floor.

Pranks!

HP screen cracked. Total death. Without me noticing Ammar's hand drifting also to my cheek.

Plaque!

"Tuh, look at what you did My HP is broken. The Iphone 13. I bought that HP for years, instantly ruined because of a new person claiming to be a wife."

Bemoan. Perih former slap on the cheek is not comparable to the pain in the heart. To Ammar, I'm just a new man claiming to be his wife. 

I cried and ran from my room. I took the keys to the bike, and went out of nowhere. 

Half an hour commuting to Yogyakarta City, finally set a goal to Mama's house. However, immediately remembered the word ustaz, if there is a household problem and the wrong husband, do not complain to the parents, but to the parents only. I turned towards the house of his father Ammar.

"Well, Jihan. You why?" His father Ammar was astonished to see my appearance was messy and eyes were puffy.

"Hiks." I'm getting sobbing. Confused to tell the behavior of Ammar from where to his father.

"Yes, go in first. Let's have a good chat."

We went into the house and sat in the living room.

I took a deep breath. Then blow slowly. Word for word just flowed to complain about the actions of Ammar who preferred to play ML rather than take me to the obstetrician until he was furious when HP was damaged.

"Morum." His father Ammar breathed heavily. "The boy hasn't changed. Still not aware of himself is now a husband and prospective father. He was that way before. Angry when his hobby is disturbed. You're patient, son Jihan."

"I can be patient, sir. But until when? If I keep getting this, I can't stand it either."

In my little heart I don't want a divorce. From childhood, I did not feel the first love from my father. I wish Ammar could be both first love and last love. That dream is too big, right?

"Hmmm .. later let you talk to Ammar. You just calm down. Focus on your pregnancy."

Suddenly my head was dizzy. His father Ammar was sensitive. "You why? Would you like to take me to the obstetrician?"

"Hmmm .. don't do it, sir. I'm dizzy with the heat effect."

"Yes, you rest in your room. Want to take you?"

"I can do it myself, sir."

I walk into the room. Then lay yourself in bed. In an instant, sound asleep.

***

When I woke up, I was surprised that Ammar was sitting in front of me smiling sweetly.

"Eh, baby. You're finally up."

I bengong. In front of me is Ammar or not? I pinched my own cheeks. Au, sick. It means no dream.

"Darling, sorry I was so rude to you. Want me to take you to the gynecologist now? It's still this afternoon."

"No need. You're busy with ML." I insinuated.

"ML is no longer important. What matters now is you and our baby."

Waws. Greatable. Ammar ran out of kambet what changed drastically? Or did his father tell you what it was that he was this sweet? 

I touched Ammar's eel. "Not hot. You're abis kesambet what's so sweet gini?"

"Not a thing. Just when you left, I just realized I was outrageous. I should have realized my position was not a teenager anymore. The father candidate. You want to apologize to me?"

Fuck what makes it sweet. However, it is undeniable that I am happy with Ammar's change. May this be a good start for my happiness. 

I hugged him right away. "Yes obviously want your sorry dong. Why not yesterday, the sweetness. Hicks."

"I think it's important that I've changed. It's not too late, is it?"

I'm nodding.

"Other times whatever is in our household don't let anyone know. Including their own parents. It was the same with the husband. The wife was the husband's clothes and blanket. Unloading the disgrace of the same person as eating the carcass of sodara, let alone dismantling the disgrace of the husband. Want me to bacain the postulate?"

I'm shaking. "No need. Hapal. I've been in talks a lot."

"Yeah, we're home. Or where did you go first? I anterin wherever you want."

"Really?"

"If I ask Honeymoon to Bali please? I wanted to go to Bali."

"If it must be the permission of your father and mother first."

***

I went to Mama's house early in the morning. It just so happened that Mama again swept the terrace. “Assalamualaikum, Ma.”

Mama instead of welcoming me with a hug was even glared at. “Ngapain you here?”

“Emang I can't go home anymore?”

“Not allowed, but it's a real morning. You as a wife must prepare for Ammar's work needs. Have you given Ammar permission yet? The Prophet Shallahu alaihi wasalam said: "Anyone who goes out of his house without the permission of his husband will be cursed by Allah until he returns to his husband or her husband redha against him." ( HR. Al Khatib ). A wife must have permission to her husband to leave the house including to go to her parents' house.”

“Ceilah, the last tang is already made by Kiayi, now Mama has sintered lecturing me. Mama was calm, I had permission and Mas Ammar just left for work. Said what kind of exam it was at his school.”

Mama breathes a sigh of relief. “So what are you doing here? It can't be just kangen, right?”

I was going to tell you about Honeymoon Bali. I don't think it's accurate. He said it was Mas Ammar. “I want dimasakin tempe scrambled. Ngidam kayaknya nih,” said I smiled jail.

“Yes, come in!”