
"Azam, is this Azam, right?" said a woman who approached them.
Azam and Silvira turned towards the woman who had come with a little girl about five years old. They still don't recognize him.
"Haa, must have forgotten yes, I'm Mira her brother Imran, your college friend, you used to play at our house, right" said the woman.
"Oh yes Mba Mira, sorry I just remembered, it's been a long time yes, uh yes introduce this my wife Silvira," said Azam, Silvira reached out to introduce herself. Then Mira sat down to join them. And talk to Azam about their past.
Silvi was only silent to hear them talking, because she did not know what they were saying, she was just solemnly enjoying the sweet iced tea.
In his current mind, he could only be patient, Azam was indeed handsome ma shea Allah, he was a good person, rich, his friend a lot, Azam was indeed handsome, and most importantly Azam understood the science of religion so that Silvira was sure Azam would not do something that violated religious law.
Yes, everything is God's, everything belongs to God, just as God took my mother's father and Adam's father back to Him. So also with everything, property, husband, children, family, even this self actually belongs to God.
Mas Azam is one of the most beautiful gifts that God gives, but I seem to overdo it and love him too much. Seeing that Azam was familiar with other women, I should have been more patient, and believed that he knew the limits, and even if Azam liked other women he would have taken the right way. That means I will let go if Azam wants to marry again, rather than mas Azam cheating, although I am sure mas Azam will not be like that.
It must be sad and painful to share a husband. And be patient, that is my duty, until when to be patient, to arrive in heaven of course. Patience is limitless.
O Allah help me, that I may be a obedient servant to You, a sholiha wife to Azam, and a good mother to my children..
"Beib.." call Azam out the daydream of Silvira.
"Eh hem, yes," said Silvira rather surprised.
"This is Mba Mira pamit" said Azam.
"I'll excuse you, Mba" said Mira.
"Oh yes" Silvira said. Then Mira left them.
"Why are you Beib? I've seen daydreaming, since,"
"Father, I'm tired, we go home," asked Silvira.
"We haven't been shopping yet,"
"Tomorrow dear, or we buy online only,"
Azam felt strange, with a change in Silvira's attitude, usually linger at the mall, but this is still on the ground floor have asked to go home.
*
Arriving at home, it turns out that Wati's mom has come home. The two of them immediately went up to the room.
"Will I take a shower now?" silvira asked, who knew very well that her husband did not like to sweat, unless he was really tired, he would fall asleep.
"Yes" said Azam, taking off his shirt and throwing it in the dirty basket. Silvira took off her veil, hijab, and socks. He was about to sit and wait for Azam to take a bath, but Azam pulled him into the bathroom.
"You seek reward" whispered Azam, who made Silvira's cheeks meet red.
After bathing, they relaxed for a moment on the bed while waiting for the Maghrib.
"Why are you Beib? Not feeling well?" tanya Azam who saw his wife back was not excited.
"No, you always satisfy Beib, but from the mall you are usually spoiled suddenly so quiet, Mas grasa there are others from you," said Azam.
"Hmm, I'm just starting to get sober,"
"How about Beib? Have you fainted all this time?" cananda Azam's.
"Maaas, I fainted anyway" Silvi said with a laugh.
"Hahaha, yes, sorry, joking with the wife is also a darling," said Azam.
"So, starting to realize, I continue to eat the heart if jealous, would have risked having a husband like Mas, ma'aa Allah, certainly many are interested, would have been interested, so as well as possible I try to also pull in front of Mas, ahem," Silvi said while sitting and deliberately flicked her hair to look sexy..
"Ohhh, reed, may Allah be my wife, my wife" said Azam.
"And again Mas, all this is the care of God, if God does not predestine Mas not turn away, yes Mas remains mine, if Mas turn away, it is God's will, it hurts, it hurts, I can only be patient,"
Azam heard the words of his wife, but Silvira was wiser, and she was God.
"So, if Mas Azam likes other women, get married, don't cheat" Silvira continued.
"Yes!!!" yelled Azam with excitement.
"I finally got permission to marry again, O Allah," cried Azam.
"Eh but, there's Beib's tap," cut Silvira.
"Well what?" ask Azam.
"If as long as I am healthy, I can still take good care of Mas, serve Mas satisfactorily, yes if I can, if I can, do not marry Mas again, hihihi,"
"Well..." Azam pretended to be disappointed, even though from the beginning he was not interested in marrying again.
"Hmm, Beib, I promised you that I will never marry again as long as you are healthy and serve me well, you know Ammar also married Arum because Fitri was very sick, so stay healthy, and always spoil me Baby," said Azam, as he grabbed Silvira's body and hugged her.
"You are the best that God has given me, why do you choose to be patient if I marry again, patience is difficult, you know" asked Azam.
"Yes it is Mas, patience is hard because the gift of heaven, if patience is easy, the gift of bread Mas," said Silvira as she stretched her body from Azam.
"I knew Mba Arum, and had met Mba Fitri several times before he died, playing to their house, I see, both of them get along well despite living on one roof, their children also get along well, he said, but they don't know what their heart is, they must have been sad, jealous, crying, and they could have been through it, if they could, why I didn't, in God's God I could have," silvira.
"Any damn sure, so how about it, Mas so can not marry again?" cananda Azam's.
"Maas, may, but can not, uh how the hell, well anyway that is, if you can not, dizzy later if Mas diomelin two chins," said Silvira.
"Emang you ever say Mas?"
"Eh, never yes, do not say, I want to be a obedient wife, let Mas not marry again,"
"Haah thou, yuk salah, has Adhan," said Azam while standing. Silvira also immediately stood up to prepare clothes for Azam prayer.
"Mas to Masjid first yes," said Azam after changing clothes.