Kantil Village
I can't
tonight Rahayu deliberately wears clothes that are quite open, even very thin when in the room.
ustadz Haris who came out of the bathroom was startled and immediately shifted his eyes.
"what's up?" rahayu approached her husband.
"please put your clothes on deck, sorry please don't be like this." said ustadz Haris.
"but why mas, I'm your wife, you can touch me mas," please ustadz Haris.
"but why mas, please look at me, am I bad mas?" Rahayu.
"it's not like that, but please understand, I can't" said Ustadz Haris, who wanted to leave.
"but that's my right as your wife, why have you never seen me, please look at me, now I ask for my right." said Rahayu stretched out her hand.
"but I can't, I'm sorry.." said Ustadz Haris who went straight out of the room leaving Rahayu.
he tried, but he couldn't, he couldn't carry out his obligations.
Rahayu did not think that her husband would not touch her, "does I not deserve you mas.." said Rahayu.
while Ustadz Haris was sitting in the living room shuffling his hair, he could not continue to hurt his wife like this.
he could not remove the shadow of someone in his mind, "how could I touch my wife if in my mind I kept seeing another woman, O Allah. I committed a great sin like this" he murmured.
ustadz Harun who happened to be passing by accidentally heard that.
he did not expect that this time Haris ustadz sacrificed very much.
"for the sake of this village, how many more hearts should be wounded, O Allah. ease all our affairs for this village," said Ustadz Harun.
as he passed through the room of Ustadz Haris and Rahayu, he could hear the sound of someone crying
he didn't think it was going to be like this right now, "it looks like I should call Cakra mas,"
ustadz Harun was not presumptuous, but all this for the sake of the two, who were currently hurting each other.
while in the cottage of Miftahul Jannah, Ilya was sitting looking at the night sky from his room.
ustadzah Aisyah sat next to him but the girl did not look at him.
"what made you look up at that sky so deep?"
"uh ustadzah, I just feel sad, why should be born like this, do not know my father who, my mother who, if I have a brother or sister as well, if I have a brother or sister as well, sometimes I feel that God is unfair" he said sadly
"why talk like that, since long ago we always considered you my daughter nduk, you who refused to call umi after knowing the truth," said Ustadz Aisyah gently.
"i feel unworthy to be the daughter of a famous ustadzah and ustadz like umi and Abi" Ilya said sadly.
"you know Ilya, for you you are still our smallest daughter, look at your brothers who every come home must be excited looking for you, so do not feel alone ya nduk," said Ustadz Amir who came too.
"yes, Ilya promised." said the girl hugging Aisyah's corpse.
yes, Ilya was found in a bush while crying and his body was full of wounds, that's why Aisyah's ustadzah loved her adopted daughter so much.
actually, Ilya was sitting and longing for the figure of Ustadz Haris, even though he knew if he missed the man's husband's sin, but he could not erase the feeling even more for a very long time.
"of course son, of course." said Ustadzah Aisyah.
ustadz Amir is going to leave because there is a lecture that must be attended by ustadz sepuh so he takes the man away.
"father be careful during the trip, if sleepy better stop and rest," said Ilya reminded.
"yes nduk, I say goodbye first and maybe for the next two days, you will stay at your mas house, you are good with your mother, yes" said Ustadz Amir who said goodbye.
after Ustadz Amir left, Ilya entered with Aisyah's body.
while at the house of Ustadz Haris, the man went into the room and saw Rahayu had fallen asleep soundly.
he sat next to his wife's body, and before long the man tried to kiss Rahayu on the forehead.
but he stopped when he saw the figure of another woman in front of him, "astaghfirullah. forgive me O Allah." inward ustadz Haris.
ustadz Haris naduk into the bathroom, and chose to take ablution.
while Rahayu felt so bad, the reason she did not think that her husband was so cold like this.
"actually what's wrong, you should be honest, '" the woman murmured.
he immediately pretended to sleep when Ustadz Haris returned to the room.
ustadz Haris chose to read dhikr until he unconsciously fell asleep while sitting down.
rahayu was already sound because she was tired, and tomorrow she tried to ask her husband.
the next day they began to act as usual, Rahayu among ustadz Haris to the vegetable maker.
"good morning ladies," said
Rahayu was polite.
but the mothers and there were some cynical looking fathers, just as if Ustadz Haris was carrying some chocolates in his bag.
"kids, someone wants chocolate, no" asked the man, showing him a chocolate bar.
"the tiger!!" yell all the little boys.
"don't be pretentious, I'm sure you're just saying trite, right" said one woman who wore a lot of jewelry.
"astaghfirullah Ma'am.we sincerely want to help all the villagers, especially what you do is not good," said Rahayu.
"you're just fraudsters, I'm sure you're not liars" one man said
"this yes sir, we make a parable, if at home someone has herpes, and in one house it uses the same towel, are you not contagious?"
"yes, I am a fool" said one of the mothers
"that mother knows, if we have sex with everyone, and the person who does it has a disease that the mother is not afraid of contracting, that's what the mother's religion is for, the mother's religion, to make a rule if a partner must be loyal to his partner, not dipping here and there, not to mention if you, sorry .. do a relationship with each other, it is even greater the transmission of the disease," said Rahayu.
they were all silent, "what could be the danger,"
"it can be dangerous if you get an infection, and cancer, you can die, so if anyone says, that woman died because I snuffed. that's wrong because from what I estimate prayer must have cervical cancer, starting from the blood that comes out during intercourse, the smell of vaginal discharge that stings and feels pain during intercourse," ustadz Haris said.
