Asiyah End Times

Jealousies

Days pass. The clash that night was still very impregnable in Asiyah's heart.

Pak Jendi's attitude is increasingly changing to Asiyah.

"Assalamu'alaykum, yes Ma... hhhmmm yes how many Ma? Ten million? For the cost of going the same way, friend Arisan Mama? Yes later I transferin yaa Ma, the monthly money later yes Ma, patience ya Ma, I'm spending a lot this month because, I Love You Maa.." Joints hung up.

Asiyah heard the conversation. Asiyah accidentally saw her husband talking to his mother-in-law. From a distance in the middle of their house.

This month, the salaries of the house assistants are a bit late. Somehow Mr. Jendi has not also given monthly money to Asiyah.

It feels bad for those who have worked hard to help Asiyah and Pak Jendi in this house. Asiyah was treated like a queen by them.

Guilt came to Asiyah's mind. Then I wonder at his heart. What happened to my husband?

Now that feeling is different. Only fear enveloped her whenever she wanted to speak matter to her husband.

Asiyah was afraid of being yelled at again. Asiyah was traumatized by her wounds that had not healed until now.

No solace. The long-awaited baby to immediately melt the distance between us who had already frozen. When will that time come? Asiyah wondered in her heart.

She saw her husband disarming her clothes in their room. At work today Mr. Jendi looked different. Looks like very tired. It was so tangled in his face.

Asiyah.

"Well, I'm sorry to see our employees, how many days have passed from their payday date, also our basic supplies in this house have begun to run out, can't you..?" the words sounded soft and soft. Then disconnected.

Krriinngg.. "Yes Ma, assalamu'alaykum. already Ma, Mama's monthly money just I transferred one hundred and fifty million yaa Ma.......(bla bla bla bla)" Pak Jendera hung up his phone.

Soon Mr. Jendi responded to a call from his mother. Then hang up the phone again. It turns out that Mama was impatiently waiting for the monthly ration of her son.

Thank God, my husband can send Mama monthly money, meaning the needs of this house will also be fulfilled soon. I thought Asiyah. A smile was drawn from his face. No more nervousness, fear.

"Yinngg..?" Asiyah tried to connect her words to her husband. Gentler.

"My monthly money....?" Gently sounded from Asiyah's mouth.

"What money!!?? My money is gone Asiyah!! I want to sleep, tired of feeling my body!!" Pak Jendi then put his body on the bed. What tenderness Asiyah was reciprocated by snapping again.

Asiyah was still standing on her footing earlier. Unexpectedly the clash was repeated again. His heart beats again. Her tears are flowing again. Her face flushed.

Look at that wall clock. At 11:10 p.m. Maybe my husband is tired. Unable to hold back his anger against me. Or is the money really gone? Asiyah asked again in her mind. She also tried to think positively of her husband.

At 01:15 p.m. Krriinnngg. kkkrriinngg. It turned out that his sister called.

Asiyah was still awake. Suddenly her tears came. I don't know what this feeling is. Is this jealousy? Or is it an injustice that cuts a wound?

If indeed Mr. Jendi snapped at him because of extreme tiredness, then what about his sister who called midnight this disturbed his sleep? Why isn't he angry?

And if indeed Mr. Jendi did not have a penny, then what money did He give his sister? Does it matter? Just for the holidays? As much as that, without asking again about this and that to his sister.

While the basic needs of his household have not yet been fulfilled. Is Pak Sendi unable to distinguish between the obligatory and the sunnah about providing. Didn't Mr Jendi he said he had begun to deepen the science of religion?

Doesn't Pak Sendi know that there is a wife that he should prioritize after marriage? Or is his memory broken?

What kind of attitude is this? It was very different from the attitude that Asiyah accepted. Asiyah really felt pain in her heart. Jealousy of his brother-in-law and father-in-law was inevitable. Is this a natural feeling? Asiyah asked repeatedly in her heart.

A third of Asiyah is awake tonight. To fulfill the desire of his heart.

"........Oh my God. What really happened? So sick was the heart of the servant when he was yelled at by the husband of the servant, O Allah. The servant is weak and helpless, O Allah. show the truth to the servant, is it possible that this pain is wrong? If the servant is wrong, then fix the heart of the servant, O Allah, and if this feeling of pain is true, then give Your guidance to the husband of the servant so that He returns softly as before, then strengthen the servant in the face of all these trials from You............"

Such was the piece of do'a that Asiyah offered to the Supreme Owner of the Heart in the third of this evening.

Asiyah went back to sleep on her luxurious bed.

A few hours passed. The black layer has been turned white. Night has become day.

The sun this afternoon is so stinging. Mr. Jendi came home with a wad of money. Dividing the salaries of domestic assistants as well as their other employees who work at home.

Asiyah saw.

Smilingly. Thankfully, they finally got their rights. Relieved that Asiyah's heart had lost its duty.

Go back to his room. Asiyah then thought, why did Mr. Jendi not give the money to me first? Usually I'm the one who manages the household's finances. But yes, it is. Maybe my husband was in such a hurry that he couldn't give it to me. Asiyah again kept thinking positively of her husband.

On that bed. Asiyah was still waiting, I don't know what. In daydreams. With a big television set in front of him

Mr. Joints went into the room.

"Yangg, all the salaries of our employees I've paid, monthly stock kitchen spending money has also been I entrusted to our ART, starting this month money for your personal needs let Me alone hold yaa, after all you also do not work anymore, so let's save, I only manage everything, do not wasteful yaa Yangg, anyway, you also do not need treatment first, expensive because.."

Asiyah looked up at those words. As if not giving him the right to speak, his pause was unbroken.

And that decision has been taken without any agreement between the two of them.

Mr. Jendi had once again hurt his feelings. This time it was not a clash, but there was a personal living that she should have received, even there was no form of it anymore from her husband. How does he want to ask? While it no longer seems what value he can use. There is no more sound notification of accounts every month that He usually receives from Mr. Jendi.