Akad Shackle

Rahma Sick

Rahma stared at the small rectangular black box tied with a gold ribbon in her dresser drawer. Tonight her plan to surprise her about the news of her pregnancy failed miserably, which is there she who got a big surprise if she was combined. She decided not to tell Anggara about her pregnancy.

Rahma turned to look at her bed, her husband was sleeping so soundly. After a long conversation, Rahma finally relented. He was willing to accept his destiny combined. Her husband promised to be fair, he would prove if he loved Rahma very much and did not want to lose her.

Another consideration is because of the condition of his father Rahma, who was rushed to the hospital a few days ago and indicated to have heart disease. If Rahma chooses to withdraw from her marriage, she is afraid that this will make the health of the father worse. Rahma finally gave up, but she asked that the news of her husband's second marriage carried out in series should not be known to her family.

Again Rahma made family her top priority. In the past he chose to marry a foreign man he knew in one meeting because he did not want the mother to continue to think about herself who would be preceded by marriage by her sister, who was not married, he also did not want to be a barrier to his sister's soul mate.

Rahma hopes that her marriage can provide happiness for her loved ones, even though in the end she seems to be bound in the bonds of the sacred contract.

Fortunately, his patience bore sweet fruit, the man who was crowned priest of his life God softened his heart to finally love and treat him very well, he said, thankfully, Rahma always prays for all the household favors she feels.

But it turns out that the household exam does not stop there, the problem of children becomes a trigger. The trust of God for himself to have offspring has not been obtained, grounding his efforts and exalting the do'a is the effort he took. In the end, his efforts came back to fruition.

But when happiness is expected to soon approach his household, again God tests it with a measure of testing that is more complicated. Now, when she is happy because of her efforts and prayers to have the offspring of God granted, she is faced with the fact that her husband is married again and even has offspring from honey.

Anggara agrees to Rahma's request and promises everything will be fine. About his second marriage, until now only his family knows. As an officer he is not allowed to have more than one wife. Fortunately Friska agreed to the deal, although she initially refused because she wanted their wedding to be held with great fanfare. But back Anggara gave an ultimatum if he was willing to marry Friska on condition that the marriage is done in series because he did not want to release Rahma.

A third of the night is always the right time to stir all the contents of the heart. Composed on the prayer mat while berbunajat become the initial solution of every problem that hit life. As long as God is involved in everything, Rahma is sure that no problem exists without a solution.

Rahma cried in silence, sobs of stifled cries rang heartbreakingly to anyone who heard them. Unknowingly, he finally fell asleep on the prayer mat until I looked at the dawn prayer.

Anggara gasped, the alarm on his phone sounded along with the dawn prayer from the complex mosque. He felt the bed while making matanys. Empty, next to him there was no one. Anggara woke up instantly, looking for a figure that he managed to calm down last night after his shocking and painful confession.

"Rahma, dear.." cried Anggara as he lowered his legs from the top of the bed.

Just as he stepped his foot, he gasped to find his wife asleep on the floor on the prayer mat still wearing a mukena.

Anggara crouched down, grabbing a face that looked pale. He clearly saw Rahma's pale face with puffy eyes. He was sure that his wife was crying all night.

"I'm sorry baby" he murmured in his heart,

"Darling, darling...Dear Rahma" Anggara to shake the shoulder of Rahma who seems to be asleep very soundly. He didn't even hear himself calling her a few times.

Rahma never woke up, Anggara felt her forehead. Hot, Rahma's body temperature is very hot apparently his wife has a fever.

"Rahma, dear.wake up dear. You sick? it's mas dear, open your eyes" Anggara looks more panicked, Rahma never open her eyes, her body continues to shiver while her body temperature gets hotter.

"Ahhh..how is this" Anggara confused himself, not knowing what to do. Panicked to see the condition of his wife, so unable to think properly.

He took a handkerchief in the drawer of the wardrobe, then to the kitchen prepared warm water to compress his wife. After seeing Rahma a little calmer than before, she decided to clean up and carry out her dawn duties.

"Assalamu'alaikum warohmatulloh.." Greetings become the ultimate worship of Anggara dawn, Istighfar speech, followed by tasbih, tahmid, takbir and tahlil wet the tongue.

Since his relationship with Rahma improved, Anggara became a better person. Rahma who always invited him to pray together every time he came home touched his heart to be better in worship. Evidently, his heart was touched.

Anggara raised both his hands, remembering all the sins he had committed. A pale face shadow with Rahma's eyes flashed through his mind, the feeling of guilt increasingly suffocating his chest. Fate seemed to play tricks on him, when he tried to become a better person thanks to Rahma, but he returned to being a weak man who was unable to refuse what his parents asked for, especially mother. Until finally he returned to being a selfless man who repeatedly hurt women as well as his wife.

The best do'a he made specifically for Rahma, asking that he be given a way out of his household problems. He really does not want to lose a woman as good as Rahma.

"Astaghfirulloh.." sounding murmur slowly Rahma made Anggara end his misgivings. He immediately moved from the top of the prayer mat, approaching the wife who was lying weakly on her bed.

"Darling, are you awake?" anggara asked when he saw Rahma starting to open her eyes,

"What time is it?" Rahma slowly woke up and assisted Anggara to be able to sit and lean on the back of her bed.

"Fifth hour dear" answered Anggara gently, he took the warm water he had prepared when he went to the kitchen before the prayer.

"Drink, you are sick dear" Anggara thrust the glass filled with warm water that approached Rahma's mouth.

"I have not prayed at dawn, but my body is all sick, cold again" Rahma said slowly revealing what she felt.

"I want to roast" continued Rahma and embraced Anggara,

He watched his wife's movements, his heart warmed up feeling happy and proud to have this Sholehah woman as his wife. He was very lucky, but when it came back to the conversation last night and his wife's eyes, Anggara's heart again felt pierced. It was he who caused the eyes of the Sholeh woman to rub.

"I'm sorry, my wife" her inner, unmoved eyes, looked at Rahma who looked so calm in her prayer.