Love In My Bow

Return to Indonesia

After getting a message from my sister I never gave any news to Iz so that he did not worry. I enjoyed our honeymoon. At the airport we were greeted by mom and dad. They seem to be smiling at us.

" Ashalamualaikum ma pa."

" Waalaikumsalam son."

" How was the honeymoon fun?"

" Of course ma." replied mas iz denGan nudging me, I just smiled as much as I could. Not long ago mas iz got a call from Abi.

" Yes bi?"

" Umi's son is sick, can you guys go back to the cottage?"

" yeah Abi, we'll be on our way there soon.

" All right abi wait for Assalamualaikum."

" Neylorda."

Mas iz who was a bit away then approached us. With a panicked face.

" Dear we go to the cottage? Umi was sick just now abi called. Our ma pa went straight to the cabin and didn't come home."

" oh yes, son. Though at home there fatimah want to meet you guys." said mama. I heard my mother's spontaneous speech just shocked. What does that mean when we just got home for our honeymoon like this. It's really outrageous to still play with my life.

" I'm sorry ma, umi is urgent."

" well, son."

" Excuse me ... Assalamualaikum."

" Neylorda."

On the way to the cottage I just kept quiet and didn't say much. Mas iz didn't say much he focused on the streets. I also tried to close my eyes to forget the bad thoughts that have come to me lately. Brother's message that came through wa it made me a lot of thoughts without me being able to expose anyone. The journey taken for 4 - 5 hours to ponpes finally we arrived safely. The ponpes gate was opened to welcome us. I used to come as a santri to this cottage now that I came here as the wife of Gus Iz, everything is completely beyond human will. It is God's destiny if God wants to be, so be it. Allah Akbar.

" Gus Assalamualaikum..."

" In ndalem mas in the main room."

" All right, thank you. Come on baby ...!" gus iz took my hand in front of Mas Azzam, he was one of the ustadz who taught the book of bulughol maram and ta'limul muta'alim . He recognized me once, when I was here mas azzam had just joined the boarding school to teach santri. I don't know if she still recognized me while wearing niqob.

" Same as gus .. "answer ust. Azzam stared at me. We soon passed from the front of ust. Azzam to meet with umi. Seen once on the look of the face of mas iz that he was very worried about umi. Arriving in his room he saw the limp Umi immediately ran and hugged the umi like a child.

" Umi Iz came .. forgive iz mi never come here." said mas iz while crying

" What's the matter, son, why should cry umi nd anything. Just need Isthat iz. Where's umi's daughter-in-law?" ask umi, I also immediately approached the earth immediately.

" Yes umi ... Wardah's here?" he smiled when he saw me approaching

" Thank you nduk ... Already present in izdi's life, keep him dear to him. He's a good kid just sometimes like nosy." said Umi while smiling and pinching mas iz

" us ... It should be the wardah who is grateful for being able to marry mas iz, he is very perfect as a husband. Healthy urmi can't be too tired."

" Goddling grandchildren, so that Umi can see the second izdi or second wardah. Don't delay the baby."

" Ngggeh umi . "my answer

" iz ... Take your wife a break, you've just come on your honeymoon, right?"

" Yes umi ..."

" Rest ... The doctor you sent him has handled Umi well."

" Alright umi ." answered mas iz and kissed umi's forehead. We who just wanted to go out, suddenly there was a boisterous laughter in the room Umi.

" Have you been a real husband yet to deck? Umi just wants to make sure you guys have become real husband and wife hahaha. Because umi was worried you guys were avoiding each other. It turns out that it can embrace the waist mic? Ahhaha."

Taken with these brothers. Izdi turned around and threw the flower that he had brought earlier with a scuffed face of worry and relief.

" You are really, really!"