LOVE OF ORDINARY MEN

What kind of wife?

“You're with Olivia all right?” ask Bu Aminah.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Our relationship is getting better, Mom. I can accept her for who she is and thank God, Olivia is not as bad as I thought. He was actually a good boy, just lacking knowledge of religion and was always spoiled. But, he is willing to learn and quickly receive the lessons given,” replied Alzam.

“Alhamdulillah if so. Mother was initially worried about your household relationship. Because at the beginning, I saw that you didn't like Oliv very much. But hearing your answer, I was relieved. But Zam, since when did Oliv change?” ask Bu Aminah.

“Means its appearance?” ask Alzam back.

Bu Aminah nodded slowly with eyes fixed on the netra of the Son.

“Newly, just as I made sure he came here,” replied Alzam.

It seemed that the old woman threw her gaze towards the front, and let out a long sigh.

“Zam, I told you once. Never force Oliv to be what you want, even if it's obligatory for him. Take him, advise him slowly. Teach him little by little until he gets his own guidance. Let him change of his will, not by force or for any other reason."

“Maybe today you asked her to dress like that because you want to show your friends who your wife is, or not want to make you embarrassed because you have a daughter-in-law who has not been able to close her aura. Mom can understand that. But next time, don't be like that with your wife. Understand, Zam?” exclaims Bu Aminah.

Alzam was silent for a moment and pondered the words of his mother. He realized that he really wanted to show the congregation that his wife was a Sholehah woman. However, it is true that the mother said, that she should not force anything on Olivia even if it is a good thing.

The woman is still in the stage of knowing her religion, so it needs a smooth and slow approach. If all at once and forced, Olivia may be in a tailspin or may turn even wilder than before.

However, seeing Olivia's change the better the day, making Alzam's desire to close the wife's aura, the higher until today's arrival, he said, where he asked his wife to wear a robe and also a big hijab.

Alzam was unaware of his actions.

“Sorry, Mom. Alzam won't repeat. Alzam is just too happy to see Oliv change that is getting better every day. Alzam always shadows, how beautiful she fits make hijab every study. Even every prayer, when he closes himself face to face, my heart shudders. Maybe I became obsessed with him to the point of forgetting how to behave. Sorry Alzam, Ma'am,” Alzam said.

“thank goodness if you understand. Let Oliv accept the change in himself. Let him change according to the will of his heart, because he really wants to get the pleasure of God. I believe you can definitely bring Olivia Hijrah and together reach for the pleasure of Allah. Be patient,” exclaimed Bu Aminah.

“Iya, Mom. Alzam will remember the message Mother,” said Alzam.

“Ya. We change the topic. How do you plan to open a branch, Zam? He said that time already got the place,” asked Bu Aminah.

“Ehm... I think it should be postponed first, ma'am. Alzam's savings are over for the wedding yesterday,” replied Alzam.

Bu Aminah turned towards the son, and saw clearly the look of disappointment on the young man's face.

He reached out and patted the son on the shoulder, comforting him.

“Propa. Marriage is also a must, as well as worship. I pray, may your wish be achieved soon. Don't regret what happened. Are you also happy to be married to Olivia?” ask Bu Aminah.

The young man nodded slowly.

“InsyaAllah, Alzam will continue to try to make the wife of Alzam, Bu,” Sahut Alzam.

The two did not realize that since then, someone they were talking about, heard all that the two had said.

Olivia even smothered her mouth with both hands, and her eyes had broken tears because her heart ached had made her husband difficult all this time.

What kind of wife am I? I have made Mas Al fail in his dream. I made it hard for him but I was happy to get him. I'm selfish. I'm really selfish, Olivia's inner self.

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The next day, it was Olivia's turn to have a regular weekly study schedule at the An-nisa briefing. She has been so quiet since she came home from the house of her in-laws.

So it was easy for Alzam to know that something had happened to his wife. However, this time there was something a little different than before.

If usually easily Alzam sniffed information from the woman, but this time Olivia seemed to avoid and did not want to discuss it with her husband.

Alzam does not know, that the problem is himself, so Olivia does not want to discuss this with the concerned. He did not want Alzam to continue pretending to be okay in front of him, while he knew clearly how the young man really felt.

Until when Alzam took his wife to the briefing, Olivia just kept quiet and regretted it, then turned around and walked into the lecture hall.

“What the hell is the same Oliv? Why is it so strange all of a sudden? Pms Time? Just finished last week,” murmured Alzam.

After making sure the wife went inside, Alzam also turned on his motorbike and drove to the mother's house which was about a kilo from the place.

In there, there are already some pilgrims who are chatting with other pilgrims, and it seems like one of them is peddling something. They see Olivia coming and try to greet the woman.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Ukhti. How are you?” greet one of them.

“Waalaikumsalam. Thank goodness healthy,” Olivia said.

“Ukhti, want to try to see the hijab? Perhaps interested in a collection,” bargain a worshiper.

Olivia caught a glimpse of a pile of cloth on the table. Some have come out of the plastic, some are still wrapped neatly and untouched.

Although lazy, but Olivia tried to appreciate the offer from her hijra partner and saw the head covering cloth.

There are many models, colors and also patterns and sizes. There are rectangles, there is pasmina, there is khimar, there is bergo, and many others.

She remembered the hijab that was set with a robe, which she bought yesterday with her husband. Compared to the rectangular veil she was wearing at the moment, she found it easier and more comfortable to wear that kind of straight away.

He picked up a similar one, with a different color.

“What is this?” ask Olivia.

“That's eighty aja, Ukhti. Want to take that one?” ask the seller.

“Not take a pattern, Liv?” ask someone who just came and join the crowd.

Seeing the arrival of the person, made Olivia's face more sour.

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