Love Shielded Risue

the Ummi Salma

Maryam who just came home from family events back moody.

The woman could not speak much for a moment, her heart suddenly ravaged by the great desire of her mother-in-law which seemed to hit hard into the chest.

"You know, right? This boarding school needs a native leader of the descendants of Abdul Aziz. If there are children present here but not the biological children of my son how can I replace Abinya?"

At that time he was like a fool who should not refuse firmly. It was not easy for her mother-in-law to be patient again and give her a chance. He who is only silent with eyes that condense, holding back tears can only be stunned while listening.

"Don't be selfish Maryam! We wouldn't be perfect as a woman if we hadn't given her hereditary rights."

the sound of his sobbing began to come out, along with the clear droplets dripping more and more on the cheeks.

"Give Him his due, even if he should remarry. Let's understand, persuade your husband. For Ummi's sake, you must understand Ummi's feelings of wanting a grandchild."

Maryam wiped a little rough her tears were getting louder. As if everything was getting heavier, the reality about her until this moment was still not accepted by the big family, he said, plus a disease that makes it barren alone has destroyed almost half of his life spirit.

then now, this?

How could Ummi ask him to understand his feelings, but not vice versa. He did not care at all about his daughter-in-law's feelings in order to realize his own wishes. It's hard to digest, but that's the truth.

Ummi blatantly asked himself to persuade the husband to marry again, while the example is himself who can live for years with a husband who has more than one wife.

I should what? I'm not Ummi capable of living such a life. I cannot give up my husband for love. The age of my marriage with Bang Akhri not long ago, my heart is still very attached to him.

Mary was sobbing more and more in her solitude in the room. While the husband is not home yet, because he has returned first after saying goodbye to Akhri, bringing a feeling that seems no longer shaped.

Maryam looked at their wedding photos. Then imagine the face of the girl who was pointed at Ummi earlier, then shook her head quickly. While imagining the husband's happy smile after the ijab qobul was directed at other women.

There's no way I can share a husband... There's no way I can afford to leave it for another flower. Bang Akhri my husband, only with me He can rhyme. Only on my lap can he lay his head down. Only with me can He be spoiled.

Mary covered her face with both palms. His shoulders shook violently. Her crying broke right then and there.

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a few days later, Maryam dared to find out. What Kania looks like in her day.

A young and beautiful girl, five years younger under him. His son was cheerful, his rote was amazing.

From another angle, Mary stood. Looking at the girl sitting in the garden alone, holding the Qur'an. It seems he is reciting. Mary wiped her tears that were dripping on her own without her asking.

If bang Akhri was offered to marry him, he would not have refused. She was indeed beautiful, and her body was more contained. Surely she's a fertile girl, will quickly give her a child.

"Cania!" Called a woman. The girl then closed the Qur'an in her hand, then spoke briefly. Her tiny lips smiled very sweetly speaking softly.

Maryam turned around for a moment, then looked down. Just looking at the girl for a while she was already very hurt, let alone offering directly to her husband not to mention imagining the hand of bang Akhri stuck to his forehead after the ijab qobul.

I can't, I won't be able to let my husband have another wife.

His gaze shifted to the sky. The hot sun made his eyes narrow even more.

*M*According to Ummi's wishes, it's like I'm staring at the sun with the naked eye. It is very difficult to challenge the light that makes my eyes hurt.

*How can I challenge Umm*i's decision? really, it's very painful and stifling.

Maryam turned her head again towards Kania, the girl had already moved and was ready to go to the assembly. His breath was blowing, while one of his hands reached into his gaming pocket. Take a vibrating phone.

📲 My Husband: "Darling, get ready, huh? Brother wants to take a walk. After yesterday you were rich. Later Abang jajanin seblak the same asinan, deh."

📲 My husband: "my Solehah wife .. don't sulk, huh? Dear brother to you, brother. Look up on the left, huh."

Maryam breathed. Looking with ogah-ogahan towards which Akhri wrote. The man was standing on the second-floor balcony of one of the rooms with a chin, and lips that smiled sweetly.

Bang Akhri raised his phone to the ear. At that moment Mary's cell phone rang.

Husband called...

Maryam's eyes bore the river, exhaling deeply before finally receiving the phone call.

📞"Assalamaicum..."

"morango."

📞 "Still craving, huh? I'm sorry, if you've got it wrong with you, brother."

Her tears are pouring. She was silent not because her husband had done anything wrong, but was angry at himself who was useless as a woman.

Maryam did not answer, walked back two steps and sat in a circle of trees made of cement, brick and sand. With a focused look at the figure of the man he loved so much at this time.

📞 "*Dik, it's been snooping. I will talk to Brother. Brother is his fault where, let it be repaired again..."

If I could speak the truth, I was afraid there would be a problem between Brother and Ummi*. –Maryam wiped his tears. he tried to smile thinly.

"Don't make a mistake, just a moody Merr." trying to laugh even though it sounds crisp. "Emmm ... was actually willing to take Merr for a walk while snacking seblak?"

📞"Yes dong. Brother lied, about ten more minutes brother finished. Brother wants to wait for Brother, do you want to go home first, nih?"

"Wait a minute" he answered while wiping his tears again which were stubbornly continuously flowing down his cheeks. Akhri smiles.

📞"Yes already, wait for Abang beberes first yes. After this come down don't sulk anymore, or go up here."

"Merr's just here."

📞 "yes deh. wait yes ... Zaujatti."

"Yes"

📞"Yes with a smile, dong. So you know you're not angry anymore."

Mary smiled wider.

📞"Duh MashaAllah, feel flying."

"Excess." Maryam chuckles.

📞"No exaggeration, seriously this mah. Yes, Brother took care first. Wait for Brother to come down, will you?"

"Yes Bang."

📞"Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Maryam turned off her phone with her eyes still on Akhri. The man smiled for a while and rushed into his room.

"Astagfirullah al'azim's. I've been shut up for two days. Refusing to talk to my husband who knows nothing. But He remained patiently facing me like this–" wiping away her tears, right now her heart was completely filled with black clouds. Makes him unable to think clearly, understand it. As an ordinary woman, her faith was still unstable.