Love In Pesantren's

Locking rooms

In the midst of the crowd Nimas bowed, his soul was lost adrift. Ustadz Zamzam drew his hand to and fro, in his eyes now covered in a mist of fury.

Nimas did not dare just to say sick, Nimas was silent.

Kiyai, Hannah's father, invites them to chat at her house.

Nimas withstood the pain of his heart and his hand which had been gripped by his husband. When he arrived at Hannah's house, the grip never loosened even though Ustadz Zamzam's hands were wet with sweat.

Nimas' blood flow seemed to stagnate, until he felt a tingling sensation right on the hand that was gripped. But Nimas did not dare to say anything, he was silent.

Indeed it was that hand that had slapped Hannah, if being punished like this would reduce her sin Nimas would have resigned.

Shortly after they arrived at the house Ustadz Zamzam said, "Sir, Hannah."

"It's not really Ustadz who should apologize, it's your wife" Hannah said.

However, Ustadz knew the character of his wife who would only be silent without saying anything when doing wrong.

"Please forgive him, I will educate him better. This kind of incident won't happen again, I'm sorry."

Ustadz Zamzam turned his head towards Nimas who was flinching in his seat there was no movement whatsoever. The Ustadz loosened his grip when it felt sore on his palm.

"We're sorry Stadz, after all, it's just a misunderstanding like that" Hannah's father said.

"It's best to resolve this misunderstanding before it drags on" Hannah's father continued.

They chatted for a while, but not with Nimas. Nimas still locked his mouth, I don't know what Nimas was confused about.

When the atmosphere was a bit cold, the Ustadz say goodbye home.

His hand no longer held Nimas.

The Ustadz walked first followed by Nimas right behind him.

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In the car that was walking, the atmosphere was so quiet. The Ustadz turned towards Nimas who was still looking down without a word while holding his wrists which were grievous due to the grip of the husband.

The Ustadz pulled his car over on the side of a rather quiet street.

"We need to talk here!" ustadz Zamzam.

Ustadz turned off his car engine and positioned his body to see clearly at his wife.

Seeing Nimas' hand covered, the Ustadz grabbed it. Ustadz Zamzam saw his wife's wrists flushed red because of her actions.

Ustadz Zamzam rubbed him gently, stinging guilt for hurting his wife to such an extent.

"Neng, why did Neng suddenly attack Hannah?"

The voice of Ustadz Zamzam has softened compared to earlier.

Si Ustadz is still his.

Nimas.

"Neng's answer! We're not going home until we answer."

Nimas turned to her husband.

"I want to go home!"

"Well answer first!" Ustadz Zam fierce.

Nimas turned her face straight ahead, really she wanted to get away from her husband, really wanted to leave.

"Lila must be crying, she needs me."

"Jawab first!"

Now the tone of the Ustadz's speech has risen.

"Why?" Nimas said and looked at the husband.

"Why does Aa ask like that? Aa don't want me to slap Hannah? A vendetta? Aa want to reply? Please! Please slap me too!"

Nimas spoke without pause, his tears coming out in tandem with every word coming out of his mouth.

The Ustadz frowned trying to understand this situation.

"Before a while.so Neng meant here, Neng was jealous of Hannah so?"

Yaelah Ustadz use it again.

Nimas was sobbing in his tears.

"Yes, it was a rame-rame. Yesterday mah tandem. Aa try to understand my feelings, Aa more often meet Hannah and chat with her. But us? We rarely talk. Is Aa bosen the same as me? Would I like to add a wife?"

The Ustadz stared fixedly at Nimas beside him.

"I'm a man, I can remarry if I want to."

Nimas looked at her husband fiercely, "oh so there's already intention huh A?"

"That's if I want to, but I don't want to! Neng listen! I don't want to." Ustadz Zamzam emphasized every word he spoke.

The bodo!

"Neng may be jealous, jealousy is human but do not overdo it. Excessive jealousy will only result in destruction."

"Aa Ustadz isn't it?"

"Not."

The Ustadz replied firmly.

"I'm just an ordinary human being who must have done something wrong" continued Ustadz.

"Aa should be able to position how when being with women who are not mahrom. I know the law, right?"

"Where is it wrong? We always keep our distance, even if we go with us not both. We meet when there is a need. Come on, Neng, when are you growing up? You're a mother now."

In fact, the Ustadz is indeed insensitive yes Pemirsah.

"Back home!" Nimas does not want to talk anymore, at this time Nimas just wants to go home.

Letting the problems still float, the Ustadz gave up and obeyed the words of Nimas.

The Ustadz was running his car.

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Upon arrival at home, the mother seemed troubled to calm the crying Khalila. Nimas rushes down from the car and runs towards his mother, picks up Khalila and takes her into the room and locks her up.

The Ustadz held Zamima who was still on the porch with her mother-in-law.

"What's wrong?"

Apparently the mother caught something wrong with her children.

The Ustadz took a heavy breath.

"Mom's habit, misunderstand."

Mother looked at her daughter-in-law closely, they were now sitting on the chair on the terrace.

"Household life is not always smooth, you have to finish it well with a cold head. Remember that! You're not just the two of you, look at your two young children."

The mother looked at Zamima who was on her father's lap.

"Yes ma'am, we'll try to fix it."

Ustadz Zamzam's voice was sincere.

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After various considerations, finally the mother came home while bringing Zamima. All this is done to give her children time to improve their relationship.

"Sorry you should see this happen."

Nimas said as they separated before the mother left.

"Solve your affairs well." My mother smiled meaningfully.

After the departure of the mother and Zamima, the house looks deserted. Children who are always noisy in fact are always missed if there is none, as well as Nimas miss Zamima even though they are only a few hours apart.

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When the night greeted, the two people were still in silence there was no problem they discussed.

Nimas slept with Khalila feeling he had to protect the child from the confusion that was holding him. It was unexpected that the events that many years ago returned he had to face.

The Ustadz stayed in the living room occasionally massaging the base of his nose. It was night but he was not sleepy. He really wanted to talk to his wife what he had to do to get their relationship back together.

It could not be Ustadz Zamzam did because Nimas locked the room.

Hayo loh Stadz, Nimas cramming.