Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
40. Afrah (Patience to the Test of God)
Casanova Apartment. At 11:00 noon. North Jakarta.
"Yes Allah. Verily the servant misses the husband of the servant so much. Verily, I love him because of Allah. Verily, I am very worried about him."
"Yes Allah. If the servant is a wife he does not love, open the door of his heart to be able to accept the servant sincerely."
"Only God can make him love his servant sincerely. Only God can lead him on the right path. Only God can protect him from evil."
"O Allah, protect Mas Fikri from all slander and adultery. Verily, the servant does not want him to slip out of disobedience and sin."
"Yes Allah. Make him a partner of life united with the servant to heaven and protect us from the torment of the grave and the torment of the fire of hell. Aamiin's."
It's raining down hard out there. While some people complain when the rain falls, without them knowing it, they have complained that the Grace of God is coming down to the earth. Therefore, I do not want to waste that opportunity by praying and hoping for Him.
Hadith of Sahl bin Sa’d, he said that the Prophet of Allah shallallahu ’alaihi wa sallam bersabda,
ثِنْتَانِ مَا تُرَدَّانِ الدُّعَاءُ عِنْدَ النِّدَاءِوَ تَحْتَ المَطَرِ
“Two do’a that will not be rejected: [1] do’a when adzan and [2] do’a when when it rains.”
After saying the word Aamiin, the tears on my cheeks since then did not stop. My heart really feels bitter.
Is love that painful?
If the trials of God will make me patient and get unexpected happiness from Him one day, then I will sincerely go through it even though it will make me cry.
God loves those who are patient.
God loves those who are patient.
And Allah knows that I am one of the servants of Allah who is able to pass through this test. One of the tests of love that I have never experienced before.
To make me feel calm, I chose to sit on the living room couch watching the LCD in front of my eyes.
"Asalamualaikum."
The sound of footsteps made me look at the door. Mas Fikri finally arrived after....
Why my heart is so tight. I tried to hold back my tears from spilling. Mas Fikri finally arrived at my apartment after being with Fara.
"Wa'alaikumussalam Mas."
I also stood up from my seat. With care I welcomed his arrival. I kissed the back of his hand and then I pulled Mas Fikri's wrist to sit on the sofa.
"Out of rain Mas. Afrah make warm tea."
I don't wait for a response from him. I went straight to the kitchen until I lost. My tears are spilling on my cheeks. A man who was the head of this household had just come home from work. Working all day and doing overtime but found the harsh reality there were other women there.
He came and waited for me to make him a drink. After what I saw, was I capable of all this?
If I were a servant who does not remember Allah and His trials, I would be destroyed.
A hug from behind made me peg. A very tight hug to the point that I stirred this cup of tea with trembling hands.
"Bag.."
"Hm?"
"Em i-this is the tea Afrah made." I said nervously.
"I know."
Why do I feel like Mas Fikri wants something from me? Mas Fikri kissed my cheek. Even he poked his chin on my shoulder.
Let alone that, his hand rubbed my stomach slowly. I tried to calm down even though my heart was pounding. Tumben once he did this to me. He is usually funny.
Without hesitation I turned my body. "This is the tea."
Quickly but still able to control the heart that dag dig dug, I brought this cup of tea to the guest room.
I chose to sit down again in the living room. As if everything was okay. Then Mas Fikri sat next to me. With ease he closed between his thighs and mine.
While trying to calm down I took the Lcd remote and changed the broadcast channel until I finally stopped at one of the television broadcasts that was now airing a lecture.
"Can you change the broadcast?"
I looked towards Mas Fikri. "Why Mas?"
"Why did you watch that talk?"
"Either wrong?" askaku.
Instead of answering, Mas Fikri wrapped around my hips tightly. Then he took the Lcd remote in my hand and changed the broadcast.
"That was the lecture of Ustad Ahmad of Arabia. There are still many other lecture broadcasts?"
I frowned. Why does Mas Fikri look dislike and angry?
"But Mas-"
"Didn't you meet her in person this morning?"
Then he fell silent. His gaze turned towards me and was a little surprised. Suddenly he smiled haughtily.
"Don't seudzon me Afrah. That's not good. From tomorrow on, don't come to me again. You better just stay home. It's orders. Unless there is a sudden need that is important."
I just took a long breath. "What if Mas overtime and did not have time to eat then I intend to make food for Mas?"
"It can be arranged. You don't have to worry and bother."
I finally started to get upset. But I tried to hold it in order to keep my own anger at bay. Then I grabbed the Lcd remote in his hand.
"Oh, is that it, Mas? Sorry then." I smiled wryly. "Afrah forgot that now I don't have to bother anymore. Someone already made food. Moreover, it is good to deliver it to Mas Fikri's company."
Instead of answering, he grabbed my shoulder. Unexpectedly she brought her lips closer to my ear.
"Now who's jealous here?" whispered slowly.
I'm trying to deny it. "I-i"
"Food this morning from my client's wife. He's a katean businessman. That's all."
"Not from Fara?"
"Not."
"Keep why Mas's cell phone can be in Fara's hands?"
"My client is a friend of Fara Afrah's. They came together and my client came out for a while. It was a long time until Fara finally tried to reach him."
"Then?"
"Fara has no pulse and internet data services on her phone. So he borrowed my phone. Maybe after wearing it she forgot to return it to me so subconsciously pocketed it. It just so happened that I also forgot to ask my phone back until you finally saw him return the phone to me."
"Mas didn't lie, did he?"
"By Allah I do not lie Afrah. Believe it."
Why do I still feel disappointed with his attitude all this time. I tried to calm down by changing lcd until I finally stopped at one of the soap operas that made me want to watch it.
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Minutes pass. We kept quiet without talking much. Mas Fikri is still beside me. The cup of tea I made was gone. It's still raining and it hasn't stopped out there.
"Afrah?"
"Hm."
"Still angry?"
"Afrah doesn't know Mas."
"Kok so? Please don't guarantee me Afrah."
"Afrah was busy watching. That's why he was silent. Doesn't it feel good to be ignored?"
"It's normal."
If I could, I would like to stroke my chest patiently. Why did Mas Fikri not want to confess? Is he prestige?
"What are you watching?"
"Tuh Mas just read the title itself" I said cuek.
Finally he turned his head towards the lcd and was a little surprised.
"Azab the unjust husband and ignore his wife. His death is sinful and goes to hell."
I looked towards Mas Fikri who was gawking. Without saying much more I stood up from my seat and left her for the room.
I feel tired and sleepy. Just leave Mas Fikri in the guest room. The film of doom on television was very suitable for Mas Fikri.
Mas Fikri soon got his guidance.
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Fikri did not get the right, back and forth he even watched the soap opera doom.
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