La Tahla Don't Complain

Great struggle

Shafa pov

it was still early morning, even the sun seemed reluctant to move to the throne, but we were on the road at this time, the car we were driving was speeding through the fog. still visible leaves a grain of dew on every leaf I see in the yard of the house - the house we passed.

I looked at the face of the man sitting right next to me, the line of the face so firm, the nose pointed with yellowish white skin how handsome that face would be if only I could see it perfectly. even he looked very handsome from the side like this, Masha Allah she smiled at me dimples it made her look even more adorable even more adorable than Sandi toddler who often carried children mba Ranti our neighbor.

slowly he clasped my hand and kissed her still with a sweet smile like before.

Allah thank you for the abundance of grace that you have given me, really getting it is the most beautiful gift for me, being able to always be beside it is the greatest gift that you have given me. it may not even be worth what I give you, though I admit it takes a long struggle for me to get his heart.

yes the "Great Struggle" is still clear in my memory how difficult it was for me to live the first and second year of our marriage even the third year. it was once in my heart to file for a divorce but I realized if it was an act hated by you, Robb, then I undo that intention.

3 Years ago

the man was glued to look at the water - the rain that was still piled on the sheets - the leaves behind the window.

contemplating with a sad face does not pay attention to his wife who had invited him to talk.

My...!

My....!

My...!

**Mas I call you from earlier you did not keenge**ran...?

aaah it Afwan Syafa, why...?

is there something I need to help...?

afwan was not focused...

why are you anyway...?

what do you think until I call..!

there's something shaf, so I'll sort it out you don't need to know.

don't need me to know...?

problems as complicated as what the hell is it until I don't need to know..?

or maybe it's the problem with your first love...?

which even until now I do not know who he is, what he looks like, morals and mind....!

I even know if she's a woman who deserves to be your first love or not..!

Shafa...!

watch how you speak...!

istighfar shafa you are a Muslim, it is not good for you to rebuke your own brother..!

I may love him but remember it is your shafa that I marry now is not him so do not you ever badmouthing him because not necessarily what you are talking about is a reality because in fact my wife is you're not him.

because it's mas..!

that's why I'm like this...!

don't you think my feelings are...?

remember I am your wife..!

the right thing you married in front of both my parents and pak penghulu, I'm your wife mas..!

I'm your wife who should have earned the right as a wife, but instead what do I get.....?

3 Years of....!

3 Years I waited patiently, hoping that one day you would open your heart to me and accept me by your side.

I followed your will to go to this city, leave my family, leave my parents and friends to settle in a city I never even knew how the language and culture were.

but what are you doing mas...?

you leave myself at home while you spend days with a pile of work, go early in the morning and come home late at night.

that's what you do, isn't it...?

*years - years you are like that under the pretext.

" pioneering a school is difficult Syafa is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand, and I want the school I manage to develop into a school that is recognized by many people "

like that mas*....!

without thinking about me, my feelings, even up to this moment you have not touched me yet....!

asphyxiated as the last thing I felt at that moment, half a whisper of the last sentence was uttered from my lips, I sat down on the floor where I stood before, a sense of tightness filled the heart to steal the rest of the oxygen in it, slowly but deadly.

the young man walked up to me, sat in front of me and held me in his arms, I could hear his sobs in every word he said.

Sorry about Syafa....!

Sorry for disappointing you

Sorry for never thinking about your feelings, sorry for never trying to stand in your position...!

I was silent trying to pervade every sentence he whispered.

" I realize I've made a big mistake with you, years of ignoring you "

forgive me syafa...!

actually, I've been trying to do it for a long time, but somehow it's so hard to start.

you know, cultivating sincerity is not as easy as saying that word, but I will try it again from now on, and Shafa will be your full husband from now on.

I unraveled from his embrace, looked at the sad face before me and smiled.

The promise...?

The promise...!

and the next days I felt much sweeter than before especially when she found out about my pregnancy.the man turned out to be super protective and chatty but I liked him. yeah I like his new habits now, it's better for me.

flash back off

*hmm...

start daydreaming, how many times did mas say dreamy deck is not good for pregnant women*...!

said the man in the blue shop that night to me, I reply with spoiled mangy.

who else is daydreaming, not really..!

jiaelaaah time anyway...?

so what else did you think of...?

or again fascinated by the fondness of your husband...?

wuahahhahhaa masha Allah...!

hahaha yes it should be pede, why also do not care people are handsome gini kok reality...!

*doesn't you..?

kan*...?

this time he swayed - shake his face left and right while pointing out the grin of death dimpled his cheek. I smiled amused temple - pura think hard on his question.

hahaha hmmmm handsome no yah...?

hmm, I don't think it's ordinary ah...!

it's normal but you like it, right...?

*...?

kan*...?

heee eeem hahahaha

there was laughter from Syafa and Fatih echoed throughout the car along the way to Jakarta where the best Qori & Koriah race was held.

*** La Tahla Don't Complain ***

somewhere else

*Laila you just packed...?

woaah crazy in a few hours we will go to the airport and you just packed now*...?

oceh Santi on the laila interrupted - between his busy work preparing goods from the list he had made.

ckckckckckk

Relax San is still a long time ago, this is almost finished, I guarantee we will not miss the plane.

Subhanallah Laila beware if sakpe someone forgets yes...!

I've prepared stuff and packed a week ago but you...!

how can you be this relaxed in preparing yourself to take part in such a big event as now Laila...!

*haha..

relax San, God willing the list I made is complete*.

*do not forget to add, towels, medicines, wind oil, stationery, pads, aah another jacket do not forget to bring it, you are not strong cold AC Laila.

just bring it so you don't want it if the Ac is too cold*.

I responded again with a smile

ready-to-do...!

the longer you look like my mother San, the chatty ahahaha...!

look out for you...!

hardik santi seemed to want to hit my head that avoided while running, as if,

aaah aaaah no - no ok - ok - ok

Afwan afwan, aq will not mock anymore...!

and the joke ended after someone approached us.

Laila, Santi how is it ready...?

soon Ustadza, I just put drugs and a little snack.

well, if you're done, come to the front gate, everyone is waiting for you there, we'll leave after everyone is present.

ok ustadza...!

and 30 minutes later they were seen going to the airport to participate in the qori and qori'ah competitions held.

to be continue