Brotherhood Idaman
The Part 39
Cafe and Dawah
After the study Syamil did not go home, he turned his car into a cafe right at lunchtime. Laiqa looked at him questioningly, whether he would now have lunch in a cafe with an aesthetic atmosphere, where many young people were talking here.
Laiqa felt a little uneasy as some people looked at her suspiciously. The long veil and robe that her husband wore were not very suitable in a place like this. After all, he never for a second ever set foot in a place like this, a place full of ikhtilat (no bulkhead or between men and women mixed in an area). It's not interested at all.
They sat in a fairly quiet corner, on the edge of a balcony that was not exposed to sunlight.
“I have an appointment with someone .” Syamil said later.
Laiqa did not seem to want to talk much for fear of being the center of attention.
Across the stage is a man in a fashionable style, with a gray hoodie and black pants complete with Jordan Ori nike shoes, doing the unexpected. He told everyone in the cafe to pray, and lectured there about the importance of prayer.
Laiqa was flabbergasted at how brave he was to convey the postulate in front of everyone who seemed to have no interest in hearing it at all.
“She's the one.” Syamil said again as Laiqa continued to pay attention to the contents of the lecture from people on the live stage of the music. Laiqa frowned.
“He built me, the owner of this cafe” Syamil said then sighed. He then got up and smiled as the man approached and endured it.
“Assalamualaykum ustadz long time no see.”
“Waalaykumsalam..Right, almost a year and a half?”
Laiqa now considers her husband really not a random person. Because he knew, the figure named Hikam was definitely not someone with a pesantren background. He looks very slang and very new looks hijrah.
They discussed something about the change that happened during his lecture at this cafe. And now he will hold a wedding-themed talk show, in a mosque. And most who have confirmed the presence are visitors to this cafe. He asked Syamil and Laiqa as the main guest stars on their talk show.
“It looks like we should have a discussion first.” Sergah Laiqa suddenly when Syamil agreed to the request.
Syamil looked at her in disbelief as to how bravely a wife could argue against what her husband was directing.
“Iustadzah mean.?” Ask Hikam.
“Ya, I have to reconsider.”
“How is this ustadz.the event is tomorrow after tomorrow.and I have many sponsors who contract with talk show that we will make live on youtube is ustadz.. Poster ustadz is also installed.”
“I mean ustadzah himself might consider his schedule, fearing it would not become empty that day. Insya Allah can be arranged. please proceed according to the initial plan.” Timpal Shamil covered all the problems that happened between them.
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The incident at the cafe increasingly makes them fight big in the car when they go home.
“What do you mean there is to discuss first?”
“Yes I'm not ready, ruhiyah I'm not full to be able to talk in front of many people, and our problem-”
“Our problem? That's your own problem !, don't bring – bring excuses when there's a da'wah call. Do not be my hindrance stone in this way of dawah”
“What do you mean?! Obstacle?” Laiqa could not seem to stem the tear in her eyes.
“Iya! Wh why? Want to cry?”
And now he's really crying. She tried to look at anything as long as it wasn't her husband's face.
Syamil then stopped his car on the side of the road violently.
“Do not cry or want me to descend here?” syamil asked with a cold face.
Laiqa could not believe what she heard, she looked at her husband and the figurative sentence. Sentences that might mean something like, obey me or we stop here and please take another path.
“What can make you cry like this?”
Laiqa shook her head, and smiled with tears constantly flowing. “Ga no..” he said while his heart said, if you could understand a little I'm a woman who has never been in the closet by a man in my entire life.
“You always consider yourself a victim” Syamil said when some time they just stay in the stocky car of the late father's legacy.
Laiqa continued to stare at the shoulder view of the road.
“As long as this may be our marriage, and I do not mean anything to you.” said Syamil lirih, but it was so clearly heard that it made Laiqa turn to him.
“Ga means something..” Syamil said again while continuing to look towards the front. And they arrived at the garage.
“Kak.. wait,” said Laiqa but the man walked ahead of him to the room very quickly.
