Bismillah I Chose You

Part 7 | Idaman In-laws

بِسْمِ اللّٰهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْم

"Has love grown in his heart?"

- Shandra

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The atmosphere that was cold and stiff was increasingly gripping when Farhan blatantly voiced what stuck in his heart. Where Shandra respect and devotion to her husband until she took a step so far.

"I thought you'd give me permission. Therefore, I just said it now," said Shandra with a face without a mainstay expression. He's like that's the guy.

"Actually you think I'm what the fuck, huh?"

"Are you not my husband. Why do you still ask?" ask Shandra.

"Yes, husband on paper to be more precise!" said Farhan rudely got up from his seat and immediately left the silent wife clueless.

"What did I say wrong and offended him?" shandra wondered.

He has a pretty good level of sensitivity when it comes to his fellow men, women. Yes, he is very sensitive but that sensitivity just evaporates when it comes to the opposite sex. His genius brain is very weak with things related to the people of Adam.

Don't want to get dizzy immediately he cleaned up his homework. After that he immediately rushed to the room to change clothes and took the bag. Today he will go to the house of the father-in-law to see the situation of the father who now lives with his parents Farhan. Initially Shandra kekeuh want to take care of the father but the rejection he got directly from his father.

The middle-aged man who could not walk anymore did not want to disturb the household of his daughter who was still young. This was again reinforced by Firdaus and Fatimah who insisted on expressing her willingness to care for Rahman, making Shandra give up and give in with the note she would often come to see the condition of the father.

Running a car at speed is splitting the streets of the capital city that is always densely creeping. It took him about an hour because he was stuck in a long traffic jam.

"Assalamualaikum" he said, pressing the bell attached beside the large fenced house. A middle-aged man in a security uniform so swiftly opened the fence and invited Shandra to enter.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warohmatulloh please come in," he said so politely with the body bent.

Shandra re-entered her car to get into the courtyard of the big house of Firdaus and Fatimah. He looked softly at the father who was sitting in a wheelchair with his hands holding the newspaper. Rahman's activities in the morning are still the same, which distinguishes only the condition and the situation. If usually the mother who participates in accompanying his beloved father is now his father alone and accompanied by a cup of his favorite black coffee.

"Bah," call Shandra with a faint smile. Hiding the pain that is now hitting the chest.

Rahman took down his newspaper and saw the princess who was now sitting crouching right in front of him. Both corners of his lips lifted perfectly, not even to miss his right hand also stroked the top of the princess's head wrapped in blue khimar syar'i.

"Only?" her tanyanya that makes Shandra look up. That little nod Shandra gave as an answer.

"How is Papah? Is it better?" shandra asked attentively and immediately got up from her position to push Rahman's wheelchair into the house.

"It's lightening," he replied as he turned his head so he could see the princess's sweet and pretty face.

The pair of children and the father chatted so intimately. They miss each other because this is the first time they met after Rahman was discharged from the hospital three days ago. Shandra's drop condition makes a large family disengaged to allow Shandra to meet directly with her father. Only limited to video calls or voice calls only for their capital to communicate.

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"Yes, Mah," said Shandra approached her mother-in-law who was sitting casually in the gazebo.

Fatimah instructed Shandra to sit right in front of her. He wanted to talk a little with his son-in-law. "Farhan know you're here?" tanyanya opened the chat.

Shandra just kept quiet, confused as to what to answer. It even attracted Fatimah's attention, she only asked a small question but why was her daughter-in-law silent?

Gently Fatimah stroked the top of Shandra's head. "Why, hm? Don't you know Farhan?"

Shandra just nodded weakly. She was so wrong to be afraid that her husband behaved like this morning when he asked for permission to go to his best friend's house.

"Other times if you want to go have permission first well," said Fatimah advising.

"I'm sorry Shandra, Mah," he said with his head bowed deeply.

Gently Fatimah lifted Shandra's pointy chin. "Ridho your husband is the Ridho of Allah. So, whatever you do and do must be on the basis of permission and ridho from your husband."

Shandra digested quickly the advice of Fatimah. His memory flew back to the scene this morning at the dinner table. Doubtfully he told her what he was going through, hoping he could get an answer to his ignorance.

Fatimah was quite surprised by the words given by Shandra. But, as much as possible he does not scold or behave badly to women who have been lawfully become the wife of his only son. He tried to understand the state of his daughter-in-law who was passive and rigid.

"Darling, your husband is sulking. All men will definitely feel offended if its existence is not needed. You have to be open to each other, not even like this. Farhan is hard and tends to get out of control if it's about self-esteem and honor. You have to learn a lot to understand it" said Fatimah gently so as not to offend Shandra.

"Then what should Shandra do, Mah?" tanyanya asked for input.

"Talk carefully to Farhan. Mamah was sure she would give you permission," Fatimah suggested with a smile.

"Thank you, Mah" Shandra said.

Fatimah just nodded. Dishonour ventured to think about the fate of Farhan and Shandra's household which was far from warm and harmonious. Shandra who is closed and rigid in interaction is very different from Farhan who is active in everything.

"Shandra, may Mamah ask you one thing?" tanya Fatimah looked at Shandra's dark-black bead eyes.

"What?"

Grasping Shandra's hands tightly was what Fatimah did. "Mama wants the presence of a small baby in our family" said Fatimah so clearly expressed her desire.

"Do you want to get pregnant again?" shandra said beyond suspicion.

Fatimah shook her head weakly with a rough gasp of breath. "Take care of your granddaughter as Farhan," told Fatimah who made Shandra stiffen and had trouble swallowing her own saliva.

This was what Shandra was most afraid of. The request would definitely loom at any moment if he had not granted it. She is not ready to open a new page with her husband, whom she is still questioning her love. Is that love already there for her? Or even the opposite. He doesn't want to be rash on this. Everything he had to think about.

▪To be continue▪