Love Ainun

Ten Years Later

Series : 9

POV: more than 1

Ainun could only resignedly accept the fate outlined for him. Though in fact his heart was torn apart. Any woman would not willing her husband to be taken by another woman, but this time Ainun really forced, because Ainun no longer has money due to the termination of the contract that Raka did to him. But Ainun had no regrets about the termination of the contract, for now he had been guided by the tragedy of the night which left him grievous.

Amanda rewards Ainun but Ainun resolutely rejects her. For if Ainun had received the gift, it would have been the same as if Ainun had sold her husband.

Now Ainun must go back to living alone, leaving a mystery to Malik's heart and mind.

Ainun the woman Malik loved, until now Malik never knew what Ainun was doing during his departure from the village and did not know where Ainun is now.

****

Ainun doesn't know where else to go. Home, he no longer has, all he has now is his brother Ridwan. But there is no way he has to fight with him, to support his family alone, Ridwan has to work maximum banging bones, Ainun does not want to add burden in the life of his brother, Ridwan.

Ainun started to think, had the mood to twist his brain, sit between the stairs, Ainun still kept thinking, both of Ainun's hands were holding his head, then Ainun saw a flock of young women in all-enclosed clothes from head to toe, coming and approaching.they looked like santriwati women, aged about 23 years old, he sat next to Ainun. Ainun unintentionally listened to their conversation.

One of them said "yes Akhwati? where should we find a cook who will work in our boarding school?" one of them began the conversation.

"Yes, the current era is rather difficult to find people who want to be a cook with certain criteria, and are willing to stay," said another.

"Rubber!, it's a pity that Farida must cease to be our cook," said the others alternately.

They resumed the conversation. Sounds cool they chat about the cook. Maybe they were Asatidzahs sent from the pesantren to find a new cook.

Ainun was again swept away in his mind. Thinking about his fate which is now a kara. But suddenly Ainun came to a realization with the chatter of these women.

"Wait?, could this be a chance for me?" Ainun muttered.

"Excuse me, sorry I overheard your chatter about the search for the cook," asked Ainun to those who made them all speechless to look at Ainun.

Ainun smiled groggyly as these holy women looked at him.

"Yes we need it" said one of them.

"What are the chances of having a friend or relative interested in being our kitchen manager?" asked one of them.

"Ohh .. That, actually I need the job, is it possible that I can be accepted?." Ainun asked them expectantly. Then they looked at each other.

"Yes it could be, but ukhty must be willing to pass the selection first" they said again.

"If the selection is successful, God willing, it will be accepted" said another adding with a smiling face.

"God willing, I am willing" said Ainun eagerly. This time Ainun really established himself.

"Milk ..." Ainun prayed that this would be the best way to end his suffering.

****

Ainun had followed the selection very carefully so that there were no mistakes. However, Ainun failed. He did not pass the selection, but Ainun was lucky because he was quick to act.

Ainun did not hesitate to tell him about his current state, he had nothing. Home, work, he doesn't have. That's why Ainun finally accepted the dipesantren named Assomirin as a cook.

Pesantren is quite simple, but the lessons there are no less good than other famous pesantren. Pesantren located far from the city crowd was filled by hundreds of students who were enthusiastic about learning to explore religious knowledge.

the chanting of sacred verses sounded melodious in every corner of the residence santri building. The santri children run around when the isrest hour arrives, busy with their different activities, depending on their respective levels, and they prepared with a white face stretched out to their knees while the Adhan had reverberated.

Ainun took advantage during the dipesantren, learning to improve Quran readings and parading hadiths by some non-busy Asatidzah volunteers.

Now Ainun transformed into a beautiful and virtuous angel of heaven.

But still Ainun was heartless, he was self-conscious, he was just a cook, would not be on par with those santri.

****

Malik's life has now spun 180°. Malik got an offer at one of the big mosques as Mu'Adzin.

After a year, Malik never found his wife Ainun, he decided to accept Amanda's proposal.The marriage took place simple, simple, and, only with a dowry of 50,000 rupiah they finally carry out a marriage contract that is quite sacred.

Amanda's happiness increased when they were given a beautiful daughter whom they named Azizah Azzahra.

Now seven-year-old Azizah, she grows up to be a beautiful little girl.

****

"Ainun Ainun! It was always Ainun who was related! Can't you say his name for a week?." Amanda's voice sounded upset. He was furious why Malik always praised Ainun.

"As I am also your wife, can't Mas just appreciate my feelings once, can't Mas just give Mas love completely for me?!," said Amanda who began to shed tears.

Seeing Amanda grieving, Malik immediately embraced his wife, he looked at her face with affection.

"My dear Amanda, not Mas does not want to appreciate Amanda's deck, but love you as Mas's wife. But know the deck, until recently, Ainun was still Mas's legal wife!."

"But Mas!, he lied to you Mas, he gave you a fake address!,"

"Enough Amanda's deck! Mas didn't want Amanda to always think negatively of Ainun" Malik said, then stood staring at the glass out the window.

"Mas may not know what Ainun was really doing, and where he is now, but Mas is convinced that Ainun is a good wife. He must have mispronounced the address he gave to Mas."

Amanda was sitting limp, she finally realized that she had forced herself to have Malik. Malik could have given her his attention and affection. But he realized very well, that Malik's love was still kept tight for Ainun.

****

That night Malik and Amanda were chatting coolly about the education they would give to their son Azizah, who had just graduated from the early madrasah.

"Dek, Mas want our child Azizah to get education in the school, Mas sure that Azizah will grow up to be a righteous child and have the knowledge to provide the afterlife, Mas sure that Azizah will grow up to be a good child, and also to be a helper for us in the hereafter" Malik told his wife Amanda.

Amanda was silent for a moment, she was worried about Malik's statement, whether maybe he would be able to if he had to part with his little girl.

"But Mas, Azizah is still too small, we wait for her to graduate from elementary school just fine," Amanda asked Malik with a little seduce her husband.

Malik smiled with the attitude of his wife who was so fond of Azizah, to not be willing to separate.

"Daddy, believe! Azizah is our strong and tough little girl" Malik told Amanda.

"Adek himself will know that Azizah always asks us, after graduating this madrasah he wants to immediately ..."

"Stop."

Amanda immediately cut off Malik's conversation by putting his index finger to Malik's lips.

"Yes Mas, yes I know .." said scowl, He seemed reluctant to discuss about Azizah's request to get education in the school as early as possible.

Malik just smiled at the spoiled nature of his wife.

"Tomorrow we look for the pesantrennya well, Mas there is a recommendation from mr. Kyai if in the city *** there is a remote pesantren, his name if not the one of the Assobiriin pesantren," said Malik.

"Okay Mas, tomorrow we will be there, we will find out what kind of education there, if it is not good we look for the near well, well, adek does not want to be far from Azizah," he said whining.

Malik replies with a smile and pinches Amanda's sweet cheek.

"All right my dear ..."

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