Halal Lover

The Part 18

Allah SWT said:

"and I have never been disappointed in praying to You, my Lord."

(QS. Maryam 19: Verse 4)

***

AFTER being caught eating Alif's cuisine with a voracious, today Nazwa decided to shop for some kitchen needs at the nearest minimarket.

I forgot to ask my husband for permission. Because according to the message from Ummi; when the wife wants to leave the house must be with the permission of the husband or do not need to go out at all.

In religion, it is also the duty of the wife to the husband that the wife must do.

Nazwa will really apply it well. He began typing a message to Alif, intending to ask permission to go out to buy food ingredients for them.

Nazwa waited 20 minutes, but Alif never gave a reply. Even reading it is not, but clearly the man is online, as evidenced by the double check on the message that Nazwa sent earlier.

In his heart he sneered. So busy Alif to not have time to read the chat he sent.

Finally, Nazwa decided to go out to the apartment to the nearest minimarket.

It only takes 5 minutes to reach the minimarket.

Soon Nazwa is looking for whatever he needs. Starting from vegetables, fruits, toiletries and others. It's all Nazwa buy with the appropriate dose - not much is also not a little.

Nazwa is aware of one thing. Although he did not like this match, he still had a conscience. He doesn't want to be too wasteful. Tired a little pity considering the status of her husband who is still a student.

And, he did not want to burden his parents and parents-in-law too much because now they are the ones who finance the entire needs of the new family. At least that happened until Alif finished his study.

After paying for all her groceries, Nazwa steps out intending to go home to the apartment.

"Just walk away. Itung-itung sport," he murmured.

But suddenly his steps came to a halt when he saw a pair of happily laughing lovers across the street. His eyes narrowed, making sure that what he saw was true.

His heart rippled with pain when he saw the man who had accompanied his days a few years ago was now joining hands with other women.

They saw their happy faces. Occasionally the man kissed the top of the head of the girl who was tightly grasping her hands and wriggling spoiled in her sturdy arms.

The hand is ...

The hand Nazwa dreamed of shaking his ashes in front of the witnesses.

The hand that Nazwa once hoped to keep filled between his fingers when both joy and sorrow.

And the hand that Nazwa had hoped for would hold tightly until it fell off because of His decree.

But again he had to swallow the reality bitterly. In fact, only he has loved all this time. All this time only he fought for the forbidden relationship.

Yep. The man was Raka who was with a long-haired girl.

Without feeling his eyes began to heat up to see the incident. The plastics that he had been holding had now begun to be squeezed firmly.

Nazwa is no hypocrite. He admits that he has not forgotten Raka. He knew he was a fool still could not forget the fact that Raka had hurt him so deeply.

"Nazwa?"

For a moment the girl turned her head when her name was called. More precisely force a smile and then back down.

Alvin smiled at a glance, even though his best friend would always look down. "Why are you on the side of the road? Alone again. Where's your husband?"

"Mas Alif went to college" he replied still lowered his head.

"Wa," call Alvin again. "Look at that spout!" Alvin pointed in any direction for Nazwa to raise his face.

And sure enough, the trick worked.

"What's? There's nothing,"

"You ... cry?" alvin's question didn't heed Nazwa's question.

Nazwa quickly shook his head and laughed discordantly. "What the hell, Vin? Who tried the crying. I know you."

Alvin clucked in annoyance, his best friend always like this. "Not lie, Wa. I know you were crying, right? Come on, tell me who made you cry? Let me beat up people."

"The vin! I'll often say, don't use violence to solve problems."

But this is what Alvin likes about Nazwa. He always lectured himself deeply when he found himself struggling. Not wanting anything dangerous to her. But .. yes, just as a friend.

"Yes, yes, sorry." Alvin rolled his eyeballs. Then accidentally his eyes caught the couple's lovers.

He muttered while grinning. "So that's what makes you cry?"

"W-what?" Nazwa.

"What the hell's still tangyin' that jerk guy?" ask Alvin growling. "You shouldn't believe it, Wa. Remember, you have a husband."

Nazwa looked deeply. He also did not know why he felt so weak.

"Vin, it's not as easy as you say" Nazwa said.

"What else does it matter now?" Alvin laughed cynically. "I thought you were crying on the side of the road because Alif didn't treat you well, but as it turns out, you're actually a jerk like him!" Alvin pointed to the direction where Raka was.

Nazwa grew sobbing because he had never seen Alvin this angry. They forget the fact that they are still standing on the side of the road. Many passers-by pay attention to the two men.

"Sorry," he-squeer.

Alvin closed his eyes trying to dampen his emotions. "Don't think gini, Wa. Remember your status now is no longer a girl, but a wife."

"Thank you, Vin," Nazwa said, nodding.

"You can definitely forget him." Alvin is encouraging. "Begging God and don't stop praying. We will not be disappointed when we pray to Him."

Nazwa smiles haru. Fortunately he was met with good people when the times were getting older.

Alvin said it can't be like this.

***

He searched here and there, asking the security guard, his apartment neighbors and people passing by around his apartment.

Now he was completely dizzy as Nazwa disappeared all of a sudden.

Or maybe Nazwa ran away?

Ah, where is it possible?

Although Alif knows the fact that the girl does not like their matchmaking, but Alif believes that Nazwa is not such a girl.

People like to run away from problems, for example.

Because he did not find the whereabouts of his wife. Finally, he decided to leave the apartment area.

Maybe Nazwa is around here somewhere. Her thought.

But he found Nazwa nowhere.

He drove to his car and drove at a slow speed. Looking to the right and to the left, who knew he had found his wife.

"You where Nazwa is" he murmured softly.

His throat feels dry. Alif decided to buy drinks at a nearby minimarket. After that, he intended to get back in his car.

But his steps came to a halt when he hit a woman.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim" said the woman as her groceries fell.

Alif was surprised to see that. "I'm sorry, sorry Ma'am, I didn't intentionally," said Alif while helping to clean up the groceries that were scattered due to him.

The woman looked up. "Loh, you!"

No less surprised, Alif also replied. "Sir Oliv?"

The woman who turned out to be Oliv was immediately standing with her arms crossed. "Getc! I don't want to know."

"Ck. Yes, yes, this is also in the finish," grumbled Alif.

"Yes dong! Must. So don't be reckless if you walk again."

"Pregnant mother is still fierce," said Alif slowly.

But, of course Oliv heard it. His ears are still functioning well. "Don't fuck you."

"Now!" Alif handed over the groceries.

"What are you doing here?" asked Oliv after receiving his groceries.

"What's wrong here?" reply Alif.

"It's a child's habit, yes! Asked even behind his name," Oliv's namel.

"Eh, briefly! Said Om Hanan you're married, huh? Where's your wife? Well, sorry Ma'am, yeah, Lif. At that time Mas Farid still had a job in Singapore so we could not go home when you were married," Oliv said with his own eyes.

Was furious. Now sad. Mood of pregnant women is indeed changeable. Alif understands that.

Speaking of his wife, Alif immediately remembered Nazwa who he still had not found.

"Let me tell you. Now help me, yeah. Buruan," he said and immediately withdrew Oliv's hand.

"Eh, uh! Where are you going, anyway?"

"Where are we going, anyway, Lif?" asked Oliv when they were on their way.

The woman was upset, because from that moment her nephew just kept quiet with a worried look without saying a word.

Alif did not answer and is still focused on driving.

And that very second, his life seemed to return when he saw his beloved wife who was holding some plastic groceries.

"That's my wife."

"Eh?"

When Alif was about to open the door of his car suddenly his intention stopped when he saw his wife was not alone.

Except with a man.

Worse, they were laughing lightly.

On the side of the road.

Both.

Unknowingly, Alif clutched tightly onto his steering wheel.

He was burning jealous.

Astaghfirullahaladzim ...

"Lif?"

"We went home" he said.

Noticing Alif's cold face change, Oliv turned to the spot where a young purple-veiled woman was sitting on her back with a man 2 meters away.

Oliv sighed. "You can't jump to conclusions on your own, Lif. Then try to ask the truth first with your wife, at least you should be horrified first explanation from her."

Alif was silent, still tightly gripping his steering wheel. That made Oliv take a slow breath.

"Let's go home" said Oliv at last.

Seriate.