Cajaroh

The greatness of Fatimah's heart

Final dialogue of the previous episode

Ok thanks Isti, my stepdaughter is handsome too. Fatimah wants to take care of him too. But without her mother of course."

My chat then.

" Sukurlah Fat, wherever you are, he's your husband's son. So take care of him like your real son !"

answer chat Isti.

" Yes Is !" replied Fatimah.

Fatimah felt the anxiety of Yasin's mas all this time. His anxiety, when he realized the birth of an innocent child. Who was born because of his sin, the sin of two people who were drunk with romance.

And when my husband Yasin migrated, then married me and there were many problems. A marriage based on takdhim and tawadhu but ultimately fosters a deeply rooted love. Not just growing towering, but firmly rooted in the heart.

From that strong root, we are able to withstand the tempests that come and go.

He started life from Zero, both financially and in adjusting feelings. Where initially limited to ordinary friends without any love. Then live together, in a household.

So awkward, when about to go to sleep. Even at the beginning of Fatimah woke up often startled, almost screaming. When he woke up there was a man in one bed. He forgot that Fatimah was married to him.

The atmosphere was not felt once twice. It is difficult to accept this situation of self is already the wife of people. What's more, that person is not a Fatimah in love.

As well as her, Fatimah knew it wasn't Fatimah she loved.

When Fatimah remembered that time, where many times both slept naked but kept quiet.

Fatimah felt that, Fatimah's husband did not want to use the status of husband and wife to force. Fatimah's husband at that time never forced Fatimah to serve him.

Until one night, Fatimah pura fell asleep and hugged him. At that time Fatimah saw Yasin mas shocked and awkward. Between replying to Fatimah's embrace, letting or even replying to more than a hug.

For a long time he seemed to be misbehaving, although Fatimah knew and felt the sparkle of his Asmaaranya began to be tempted. So does Fatimah.

Fatimah opened her eyes.

" Well, why panic ? Aren't we already officially husband and wife ?" ask Fatimah at that time.

" Eeh yes.. I'm still afraid you're angry if I touch you !" answer me Yasin honestly.

" Not really Fatimah can accept our condition. But it is up to you mas, Fatimah realized in your heart there is also still love for others" said Fatimah at that time.

From that little chat Fatimah finally handed over the sanctity of Fatimah to her, without regret. Which then becomes a sustainable start.

" Aah if Yasin mas is still as it used to be, of course, will ask for his rights as a husband from the first night. No matter there is love or not.Toh in fact not so, mas Yasin did not demand his rights as a husband to Fatimah his wife. Perhaps Fatimah overrated him last night in a bad judgment." Fatimah whispered in her heart.

Finally, the more I come here the more I feel, to love. Though still in doubt, whether Mas Yasin could also love Fatimah and leave Eis, throwing the name out of his heart.

An event that Fatimah could not forget for the rest of Fatimah's life.

The events of expression or commitment of life husband and wife sincerely spoken.

" Since I said the marriage contract. I Accept Fatimah bint Abdul Hamid's Marriage to Mas Kawin A Nahwu Shorof Book paid in cash. From then on, I promised to love you, love you and protect you and be ready to be your Imam.

So a good husband for you, a good father for our children later. And since then I only want to carve one woman's name in my heart, you're Fatimah My wife....! " she said seriously after I was pressed to tell her feelings for Fatimah, her wife.

It was after we had lunch together with a romantic atmosphere that we first felt. Since our wedding.

Fatimah cried when she heard it. My hand was stiff down. Hugged him very tightly. I leaned my head against his chest, so that my sobs rhymed with the beat of his jantun.

" Mass.pardon imah, it's bad to think. But I don't want to be apart for long. Imah do not want, mas Yasin fought alone while imah just hide. Let the image stay with you wherever, wherever and whatever happens..." Fatimah.

Aah if you remember the events of the past, what is the meaning of the ugliness of my husband's past. Fatimah promised to help Sidiq raise my husband's son Yasin, meaning my son too. Although not born of my womb. But the soul of the husband is the soul of Fatimah as well.

" Mr Fatim... daydreaming ?" khotimah's voice shocked Fatimah.

" Never look at the photo of Yasin's mas boy !" answer to Khotimah.

" Where are you looking ?" khotimah Pinta.

Then we both looked at Sidiq in the photo on the screen ponnsel.

" Wuih is very handsome !" khotimah.

I haven't answered, surprised by my mother's voice.

" Who is handsome Khot ? be told to prepare breakfast instead ngrumpi !" exclaimed mother.

" Us kok bude just bring the dining room cr." said Khotimah.

Without me answering the breakfast menu we bring family dining room.

Everyone gathered in the dining room.

" Let's all have breakfast !" Take my father to everyone.

Mother took breakfast for my father, then took it for my own mother.

" You take Fat's husband, you take it for yourself !" mother's orders to me.

" Yes ma'am !" replied Fatimah.

Then Fatimah got breakfast for Yasin.

" Such or add it ?" ask Fatimah.

" Nothing about it !" answer me Yasin.

The breakfast atmosphere was a little different. Mas Yasin still looks awkward, Fatimah so pity to see it.

" Mother, Fatimah wants to talk for a minute. Before leaving for Jogja." I said opening the conversation.

" What is Fat, how serious is it ?" ask bapkku.

Fatimah look at Yasin mas, looks like his face has anxiety.

" Fatimah wants to be honest with everyone. About Fatimah's feelings about Yasin's confession last night." I paused my conversation. While arranging the heart and composing sentences.

I saw my husband's increasingly tense face, Fatimah so heartless.

" She, you just calm down don't be so tense !" mernghibur.

But I saw him getting pale in the face.

" You haven't changed your mind, have you, baby ? You said last night you wanted to forgive me ?" exclaim mas Yasin with glass.

Maybe he thought I had changed my mind. Fatimah was getting less and less willing to see it.

" Yes Fatimah did not change her mind, please listen to Fatimah speak first !" I told him to calm down.

"Jaudah is horrified !" sahut.

" Look, currently Fatimah has sincerely had a stepson from my husband Yasin mas. And after Fatimah thought, it would be better if Sidiq stayed with Fatimah. So that there is no reason for Yasin mas to visit Arum's house Sidiq's mother. Honestly, the heart of Fatimah is still jealous if mas Yasin meets Arum !" kataku.

" Keep if Sidiq's mother objected to him how do you foster ?" ask mom.

" Yes have to want mom, if you don't want to do not meet mas Yasin all of you !" I answered with high intonation.

" Mas can Fat, let Isti help talk to Arum. All in order to decetin Arum with his brother Isti." said mas Yasin

" Really ?" I asked Yasin.

" Yes, I promise, you want to apologize for it. Are you ready to take care of Sidiq. I am so grateful to you !" say mas Yasin while crying.

Then hugged me and cried haru in my arms.

After the incident we immediately prepared to leave for Jogja.

Note: The greatness of a woman's heart, able to melt the heart of a man.

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