Love In Pesantren's

Maybe it's better

I have been locked up in this house for three days. Every day all I do is wait, wait, and wait for Farrell to come home. Every day I order food online and end up at a throwing event. Uh, why am I so obedient?

Because of that door I was considered a madman by the food deliveryman.

Hahh, what does it look like.

It wasn't too late tonight, I heard the gate open.

Someone knocked on the door.

Could it?

I'm not playing my husband home.

Husband?

Ah why am I am ticklish myself saying that word.

When I opened the door, it was Farrel. I greeted her hand and kissed her.

No resistance?

"Who are you at home, what are you? That's the patio floor until it's so dirty."

Lah.

"And you forbid me to open the door, so for three days I never went through that door."

It sounds so plain yak. Hidhi.

Ko Farrel gaped like that?

"Hey.. !!"

I'm toel his hand.

Why he did not grange so soon there will be mosquitoes enter the Rel loh.

Idih his eyes blinked that way, Is he flirting with flirt?

After I toel three times then he realized.

"You? Don't you open this door?"

Nggokuk aja deeeh.

He just tripped past me.

Hahh.

"Sophia.. Cook what you are, I'm hungry."

Farrel ngagetin deh, gausah yelling that. I am samperin.

"I don't cook."

Isshhh, her eyes are so pierced that she sees me.

"Your miss !! You can't cook !!"

His voice was starting to feel bad.

"Sorry.."

Yes yes, that's the only word I said while looking down.

"Bring me some rice. Don't tell me you're not cooking rice."

"I'm not cooking rice."

I got scared like this.

"Yes, what kind of wife are you? To the extent that the husband asked to eat there was not a grain of rice. Aren't you santri heuh !!"

Be ill.

Why am I wrong here?

Why am I snapped?

Be ill.

I could not feel my tears starting to flow past my cheeks.

"I don't cook because there's no gas, I want to buy it, but you forbid me to come out. I don't cook rice because there's no penning, there's no rice."

Huaaa nangis nih I cry, ga strong taste.

JEBREDD..

Farrel slammed the room door hard, his voice was loud and painful to the ears. Similar to a football reporter if there is a goal. But it hurts.

All I did was sit on the edge of the bed, clutching my chest tightly. Because it feels so painful.

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A few weeks passed with pain every day. All I heard was the snapping and the mockery of Farrel.

It's a story that looks like a ftv scene, but I'm not that weak I'm going to survive.

"Assalamualaik."

That's for sure Siti, yesterday we made a pact to go to Pesantren to attend a lecture once a month.

Ah I miss the Pesantren.

I also took Ustadz Ahmad and Siti's car.

Don't ask Farrell, he's busy. I can be allowed this because Ustadz Ahmad spoke to Farrel.

Maybe if I told myself Farrel couldn't allow me.

Huhhhh.. The temperament is hard to guess.

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Finally we arrived at this Pesantren, which I still consider to be my second home.

Ustadz Ahmad parked his car and we got ready to get off.

Siti who did bring the baby a little difficulty to get down especially her child fell asleep during the trip. Ustadz Ahmad swiftly helped Siti down the car.

Uh what do I want?

Before the event started we saw Nimas who was also present there. I looked at the baby she was carrying. Ah is that Zamima his son?

Uuh funny, from a distance alone has seen the aura of the tiny baby. Boys don't lose funny.

But yes still different, I saw Zamima in a veil by Nimas making me anxious myself.

After saying hello for a while we also have to stop, because the event will begin soon.

I sat down with Nimas, I asked Nimas to give Zamima to my lap.

Ahayyy smell typical baby as fragrant in the body of Zamima, uh sinter deh Nimas ngurus baby.

His son is calm again, different from his son Siti every reason I carry must be crying. Knows before his time Reasad.

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The theme of this study is to do everything because of God.

I honestly feel stuck this time. I'm doing this wedding because of what?

I didn't get married because of God, I did this for my best friend. From the beginning my intentions were wrong.

It feels really hard for me not to get sick from being treated badly by Farrel.

It is only fitting that I still complain and envy the happiness of other people's marriages.

Apparently I'm not grateful, I didn't do it because of God.

I am someone who has to make a decision. Oh, it's worth it to feel heavy, it turns out that the burden is on my intentions.

I'm ashamed of you Ya Alloh.

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After our studies, we gathered at the house of Nimas, Hulliyah also joined this time. The members are less than one person, namely Rista who is not present.

Ceilah.

Both babies fell asleep in the room. Until we are more free to chat even though a little sluggish for fear of the baby waking up.

"Sofia, I didn't know you were married."

Nimas broke my daydreams maybe he was confused to see me who was just silent.

"Simple wedding to Nim."

Answer thus.

"Co can be the same Farrel, a soul mate is difficult to guess."

Siti doesn't know what really happened.

While Hulli was looking at me with pity. Yes, only Hulli knows why I got married to Farrel.

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I decided to keep my marriage a disgrace.

Although Farrel's attitude is still unfriendly, while he's not playing, I still accept.

Until one day Farrel said he had a girlfriend. Oh what is this?

"Since when?"

My question got away with it, when Farrel carelessly talked about another woman.

"What cares about you? Ever since I tried to forget Nimas."

I kept silent withstanding the heartache. Then I smiled.

"Congratulations, you can move on."

Well, I'd rather be heartened than in pain. Maybe we are not a match just because I forced so we were forced to do this.

Although Allah hates divorce but if marriage is only permissible.

I always remember Mama Haji's study on divorce. Where marriage is divided in two, there are benefits and there are harm.

Maybe my marriage is indeed that does not provide any benefits at all so yaa split better.

"Don't be happy you are !! I didn't say I was going to divorce you."

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