Love In Pesantren's

I want to be me

Three months later, I became a wife. Yes indeed a wife who is not considered uh like a title yes, but this is real.

Huuuuh, I breathed heavily. I'm tired of actually.

Life like this I never imagined. Marry a man who likes my friends. Aisshh why did I make a title again?

Aaaah rather than me dizzy I better continue my current activities. Eh yeah forgot not to tell. So for the past three months, I tried my luck with making calligraphy for decoration.

Eventually one of my hobbies could become my place of business. Hmmmm.

Actually Farrel does give me a living every month. Although time gave him no sweet words. For example, "To buy salt." He threw an envelope in front of me.

Isshhh, look at you.

But there is one side that makes me a little happy because now Farrel is diligent in carrying out mandatory prayers.

Even though he did not want to go to the mosque, at least we always congregate if there is an opportunity.

Eiiits do not misunderstand me first, we just pray. His attitude towards me never changed one bit, I was often ignored by him. Haissh I'm getting used to calm down just don't panic.

This morning as I was about to wash, Farrel rushed into the house. I don't know where she's gone from now she screams again calling me.

I half ran to him in the room.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Pack your clothes, we go to Uwa's house."

What say?

I was stunned and confused, seeing Farrel stuffing his clothes into his suitcase.

Then she turned her head towards me, I saw her stare piercingly.

"You're not horrifying?"

"Eh eum yes."

I was nervous and shocked.

As soon as possible I took some of my robe and hood and put it in my bag.

Then I chased after him while carrying this bag. Farrel waited in his car as he looked at the clock he was wearing on his wrist.

"Basic conch."

That's a humiliation, right?

Why do I want to laugh when I hear it.

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Arriving at Uwa's house, Siti greeted me. Uh wait, why do all the residents seem to have known to come to our arrival?

Ah, never mind, Farrel must have told them.

Siti led me to a room.

"Well, you're gonna sleep here, Sof. I'll stay first."

I'm nudging.

After a long wait, but what am I waiting for? Haha.

I went out of my room to find whoever was in the house.

I heard a voice from the porch of this house. I also walked towards him.

I found that Uwa and Siti were joking with Reasad.

"Eh Sofi, here !!"

Greetings are always accompanied by a friendly smile.

I sat down with them, but one that made me awkward. Where's Farrel?

The car does not exist either.

"Wa, where's Farrel?"

The question I couldn't stand was coming out, too.

"Loh, he's going to Yogya there's an urgent workshop business there."

Whahuh?

"Emang Farrel didn't say?"

Siti looks astonished.

I shook my head, not knowing what to react to.

"Says Farrel's in there for a long time. So he's your nitipin here."

Whahuh?

Eh how?

I'm on titipin?

Ah must be the sentence Uwa aja in the permanent. Farrel can't talk that sweet.

Why does my heart fly?

Ah don't Sof, jangaan!! Farrel ain't that sweet.

Uh Uwaa sweet you.

Ih Siti knew I was daydreaming again hihi.

"Sofi, how are there any signs of contents?"

Huh huh?

Isn't it? Fill what does that mean?

A pulse?

"What fists?"

Then Siti stroked her stomach while grinning jokes.

Aisshh I know what that means.

I shook my head quickly.

"Yeah ko is not yet sii, Uwa wants to have a grandson from Farrel nih."

Uwa's tone resembled a child who was whining for snacks.

But I feel guilty now.

How can I get pregnant? Even now Farrel has never asked for his rights.

I was ashamed to imagine it myself.

Ampuun Sofii. Why is my brain leaning in that direction, haduh.

"Eh your face is red, Sof. Hayyo looh shadow what?"

Siti's voice rattled me.

I ended up being a joke of Uwa and Siti. Uh sebel's.

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A week passed, Farrel never called or sent me a message. That makes me a little disappointed.

Ah what am I hoping for?

"Sofi, Farrel called."

Uwa spoke as we were in the kitchen preparing food for dinner.

"Where's Wa? Is she healthy?"

Uwa.

"He, well. You guys can do that hmm."

Huh huh?

"So what?"

Uwa put the knife in her hand.

"Yeah, Farrel was the same thing about you. The words are the same. Ah Uwa wants to be the new bride again."

Uh uh, why did Uwa's eyes look like that?

But is it true, Farrel is my news?

Ah it's impossible.

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After three weeks passed in Uwa's house. With no communication in common with Farrel, I'm more convinced he's happy to be away from me.

Today, I am with Siti and Ustadz Ahmad preparing to go to Pesantren. Today is Mama and Bi Hajj's wedding anniversary.

Ustadz Ahmad said, Farrel has allowed me. I just believe it, even to send him a message I'm reluctant.

I was afraid to interrupt his work.

Fortunately Ustadz Ahmad kindly asked me for permission.

This event at Pesantren is attended by almost all alumni here. This time our team is complete, be a team.

Nimas, Rista, Hulli, Siti, and me of course. We chatted in this hall. The nasyid accompaniment is so shahdu throughout the event. Mama and Bi Haji looked happy, how not this was his 30th birthday.

It is a long marriage but always harmonious. Ustadz Zam, Ustadz Ahmad, and Kak Amir joined us.

Seeing them, I suddenly remembered Farrel. Ah no, why do I remember it?

Did I miss? Ah sure it doesn't.

Or am I envious? Yes, maybe I envy seeing my friends who are now joking with their respective small families.

The only single among us is Hulli was saying goodbye because it helps the consumption section.

Tuh kaaan is obviously single here, yes I.

I smiled looking, Ustadz Zam treats Nimas. What a sweet geez, can I not be envious?

My heart aches, I wanted to be like Nimas, I wanted to surpass him. But the more I try to get the better of him, the more I fall behind.

Because it's too cool to equate myself and Nimas to the point that I forget what I'm like?

I ended up trapped and couldn't be myself.

I have always wanted to surpass you but I cannot reach you, my friend.