Love of Muhallil

Love mother-in-law

After Ahmad Faiz and his father returned from the Mosque, Haya did not appear at all, Haya was still confined in the room. Haya is reluctant to get out of the room, it feels like Haya is eager to go and leave all these strange stories behind.

In silence Haya pondered and weighed. A happiness can be with a man as good as Ahmad Faiz. But all is not that beautiful, back again Haya still very much love Niko and Attar. After all, Attar and Niko still control the heart, mind, and love of Haya.

If the word Talak was never spoken, by a man named Niko. maybe the fate of the marriage Haya will not be this complicated. Had Niko known how much Haya suffered with Muhallil's marriage? Does Niko have compassion on him?

Why the steps of marriage economy can Haya take? not the choice to marry Muhallil Haya choose, will hurt many feelings. There will be many hearts wounded by the actions Haya chose.

Haya again thinks the forced marriage plan that Niko did too make Haya mentally hit. With the word married because in the church, it certainly indicates that Haya and Ahmad Faiz are not good people.

Why not well? Why should there be a drama of raids, so it was as if Haya was the most guilty. Why can Niko do something like this?

What is wrong and sin Haya, to have to bear the burden as complicated as finding a puzzle.

"Why are you evil? You hurt me. I'm sick of loving you!" Haya's hiss slowly held the piece in his chest.

"Well, I can't cry anymore. Pity my tears if they are shed too often, even the person I cry for doesn't understand my sadness, it's sad!" Haya rubbed the still wet tears over the pores of her clean cheeks.

"Eight nights, why does it feel so long! I wish time would pass, so that I wouldn't have to feel this pain" Haya laid down on the bed. I hope it's all over soon.

Tok___tok___

"Haya___, have you slept, son? it's eight in the evening and you haven't had dinner, got up and had dinner before you went to bed?" Ahmad Faiz's mother's voice from behind the door.

Haya fell silent, sat down and wiped away the tears that kept flooding Haya's cheeks.

Tock....

Geck...

Ahmad Faiz's mother or commonly called Malik's mother, because Faiz's father was named Ahmad Maliki. Malik is a mother who is famous for being good and wise, from her womb was born a good and handsome man, kind and sholeh like Ahmad Faiz.

"Haya___" cried Mrs Malik once again.

"Yes, Mom, wait a minute" Haya hurriedly stood up and opened the door.

Clique

"Sorry Bu__?" Lirih Haya while confirming the disheveled hijab.Haya's face looks sad behind the instant veil in maroon.

"It's okay, son. Did Haya feel sad because of Bude Dina's words this afternoon? If you are sorry, right? Please forgive me, it is the nature of Bude Dina like that. Haya must get used not to take from what bude Dina said, if what bude Dina said is not true."

"Then the mother apologized. My mother is not guilty. Lagian Haya doesn't think about it anymore, ma'am."

"Bude Dina is Mom. But thank God, if son Haya is not offended by Bude Dina's words, I'm happy to hear her, "Mam Malik smiled as he rubbed Haya's cheeks moist by tears.

"But I'm still not wrong. I didn't do anything wrong, please don't say sorry again, Mom!" Answer Haya felt bad.

"Mom___!" Haya hugged Malik. Malik was surprised because he was hugged suddenly by Haya.

Malik rubbed Haya's back gently. "Not be sad anymore? there will be a Mother, calm and multiply reading Istighfar, there is Allah with you, Haya," Lirih Bu Malik while rubbing the head of Haya.

"Thank you, Mom? Hugging my mother I felt much calmer. Stay like this, ma'am, stay where Haya needs quiet,"

Madam Malik kept wiping her back.

Malik smiled and held Haya's hand towards the dining room.

"We go eat first? Although what we feel like now, we must pay attention to eating. If we don't take care of our health ourselves, then who else?"

Haya nodded, wiping away the tears that had begun to subside. What a treatment of Ms. Malik brings its own calm for Haya.

"Sit down!" Tell the Mother.

"Who's cooking your shrimp sauce?" Ahmad Faiz asked while throwing a smile at Haya. After Haya came out, Ahmad Faiz and Mr. Malik had come from the mosque. Because that night Mr. Malik invited Ahmad Faiz to visit the residence of Mr. Burhan after returning from the congregation.

"Raya but lie___!" Said the mother quickly. Haya immediately turned to look at the Mother, and the Mother just winked as a sign that everything would be fine.

"Oh right, it must taste really good, but it's a lie too!" Ahmad Faiz replied to his mother.

"Certainly delicious, no doubt this mother's daughter-in-law's cooking, must be delicious!" Malik replied enthusiastically.

The four of them also ate with vegetables and side dishes available, since this afternoon since Haya was saddened by the words of Bude Dina. Haya just stayed in the room then who cooked, did mom?

Haya eat feed after mouthful with a sense of amazement, the taste of the cuisine is very delicious and delicious. How is it possible if one day Ahmad Faiz asked in masakin saos red sambal shrimp? Finish your history Haya, why did Miss Malik have to tell a lie?

"Mother, why did you tell Faiz that you lied?" Haya put the dirty dishes in the container, after finishing eating.

"I'm sorry Mom son, I just want my son to be happy. Please learn to cook for your son, Happy Faiz Mom. So far Faiz has been saddened by Khadijah's departure, so I hope you and Faiz can live happily."

"But Bu___!"

"Listen Mother. I believe you are a good woman. I won't hear any comments about Bude Dina's opinion, and the people out there about you. Because I'm sure good men will get good women too, the soul mate is self-reflective, son. And I believe in the choice of the mother's son."

"Thank you, Mom!" Haya felt overwhelmed. Ms. Malik is not like the story in the novel or soap opera that describes an evil in-law. Even Ms. Malik was impressed very well and loving.may it always be like this, Haya hopes.

"Dear, my dear" the mother stroked Haya's shoulder and passed. Haya still felt a calmness in every thread of the word that Maam Malik uttered, the shady words were again soothing. There is no pressure, compulsion and necessity.

It feels like water flowing in the direction of the current that has been predestined.

"Thank you Mom, thank you for giving me the warmth of a mother's love that I have longed for. I miss being angry with my mother when I'm wrong, I miss being loved when I'm sick, I miss everything about mother's love" Haya smiled happily.