Love Shielded Risue

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Akhri's days seemed to be filled with silence. Like thinking of something I don't know. He never said anything to Mary. What is certain since the discussion about polygamy yesterday made Akhri seem to think even harder. Even almost every night, he asked for his ration as a husband.

I want to try even harder, yes I have to wish a woman whose life is really full of strange problems. Where is my conscience?

The gaze was directed at Maryam who was fast asleep by her side, after five hours ago.

One warm kiss landed quietly on the forehead. Merr's body only moves a little, but from his breath that blows indicates He is still sound.

Brother can't bear it, honey. After all, I promised myself. To take care of you and to love you. For my brother, without any children, I would be happy. But why do you continue to urge you to do things that must be contrary to your heart.

Akhri raised Maryam's head slightly. Putting his hand into the white and smooth neck of the wife and then shifted closer, hugging her.

Maryam's forehead wrinkled, she suddenly nodded. It was a nightmare, one that cut his heart.

Oh Allah...

Akhri was getting tighter. Until the reflex of Maryam's hand gripped the white t-shirt used by the husband.

"Dear dear to you. Brother loves you very much, my wife," whispered Akhri softly, until slowly his sobbing stopped. Mary calmed down again. But it just makes Akhri feel crowded.

 “The most perfect believer of his faith is the best of his deeds. And as good as you are the kindest person (achlak/commonness) to his wife.” Suddenly Akhri remembered a hadith narrated by Imam At-Tirmidhi.

Astaghfirullah ... It's a stupid decision if I agree with his wishes. He would cry every night. Then I will fail to be a husband.

Akhri shook his head, he chose to forget about it and tried even harder.

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In the days that followed, almost every time he came home from out of town he always brought Maryam something. Like a herbal medicine consisting of foreign spices. After that he brewed it himself and gave it to Maryam.

"What else is this, Bang? Merr is nauseous. Don't like it."

"Drinking is not much. It's not as bitter as yesterday. I tried, too, on honey."

Maryam stared doubtfully, but still accepted it and gulped it down. Just a little, he had already kept it away. After that run to the bathroom which is close to the kitchen area.

While the husband breathed. He glanced softly into his glass.

I seem to be forcing him too much. Oh Allah...

He immediately put the glass down and followed Maryam to the bathroom.

"Bang, that. Don't bring rich drinks. Merr did not like, even so did not want to eat," he whined after spewing food that he had just eaten.

"Yes already, I'm sorry Brother. Yeah..." Hugging the wife's body feels kasian.

***

In a grand mosque.

Ustadz Hamid and Ustadz Akhri chatted for a moment, and on the sidelines of the conversation. Akhri remembers Kania. Since that day, Kania decided to get out of the boarding school.

"Yes Antum may need to know, Ane's sister so do not want to go back to bed anymore. But indeed, Nia's attitude was still a brat once. Ane was confused about it. I don't want to go to college anymore. It's moody at home, don't understand me anymore."

Akhri pensively listened, What is it like?

"Just hope, he can quickly get a mate."

"Just try to get married. With whom, that's."

"The problem is Tadz, sister Ane also does not want to be with anyone. He wanted to be the same someone," Hamid glanced a little, he wanted to reveal one thing yet did not dare.

"Just introduce...Maybe they fit."

Ustadz Hamid fell silent, he could not continue. Because it's bad to also say this in the crowd. Until the moment they had rushed home, Ustadz Hamid followed Akhri who was about to get into his car.

"Afwan Tadz, can we talk again, right?"

"Oh, I can."

"But if you can just get in the car, yeah."

"Please. No papa."

"Thank you Ustadz." Hamid walked around, until the next door after it came in.

Inside Hamid began to speak, at length. And apologize, first. But it seems like he has to talk about it.

Akhri choked, his net spotlight widened. "Sa–my?"

"Yes, actually. Ane also just found out, he wanted to go there because he had participated in Antum studies at the campus. He has admired Antum ever since. And when Bu Nyai offers to be his second wife, Nia immediately accepts him with pleasure."

Akhri was a little limp, he could not believe it until this was the case.

"Ane had a chance, until a small fight with Ane's sister. It's hard to say Tadz. I am often sick now because I do not want to eat. Honestly, Ane tuh should not talk this way to Antum. But don't think about it, Ane just want to ask for his prayers only hopefully He quickly forget the haram thing to be fulfilled."

"Aamiin," murmured Akhri. "But Tadz, I'm sorry about Antum, because Ummi's words were like this."

"Antum is not wrong, Miss Nyai is also not entirely wrong. This is Ane's sister who is excessive. inshaAllah will definitely be fine."

Akhri. But his mind was on the girl who had approached him before leaving the boarding school. Trying hard he lost his memory, of Kania. The face stared sadly, tearfully. He apologized while studying there.

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Ahead of Two months. Akhri who had just performed the evening prayer with Maryam immediately turned his head back, he kissed the wife's forehead gently, longer than usual.

"Sik, Brother wants to talk. But maybe this will make your heart hurt. So before that, you want to apologize profusely to you."

Maryam was silent, feeling as if she had told him first. What will her husband tell her. Maryam nodded slowly. Where Akhri immediately clasped his hands together.

"Abang has been thinking about this, for two months more. With all his consideration." Akhri stopped his words, he rubbed his wife's cheek gently. What a look it made him almost cancel his intentions.

"Tell me, Bang. With who?" Shoot Maryam who understands.

"What?" answer Akhri, hoarse.

"Yes, with whom? I decided to get married again."

Akhri lowered his head and raised a little Maryam's hand. Kissed her many times.

"Sorry, Sister. Abang renege on promise .. forgive brother."

Maryam bit the tip of her lips. His eyes were already holding water that seemed to be pressing to get out.

"Abang confused. Brother doesn't want to take this path, but you want to take responsibility for what you've done to him."

"meaning?" Maryam did not understand, Akhri was silent for a moment, normalizing his condition.

"Kania, Brother has hurt him. Even until he was sick, his psychic was disturbed. All because of that brother?"

Maryam cupped the husband's face, lifted him up. "Yes, not papa Bang. If Abang wants to marry Kania, inshaAllah Maryam sincere."

"Dik, Brother actually doesn't want to do this. I'm worried, I'm afraid I can't be fair."

Maryam shook her head, though her lips were smiling, but her tears were falling down her cheeks.

"Abang can do it. When did you intend to marry her?"

"Come on, you're still waiting."

"Wait for what else, as soon as possible."

"There is no place for Him to live."

"Can be here first."

"What, right here?"

"Yes after the wedding, you're here first."

"No, no! It can't be if it's rich. You don't want to!"

"Why the hell, Bang? Mary is not papa. Rather than be confused where to go."

"It's impossible to bring your honey into our house."

"No problem, for a while. I will accept Him with open arms."

Akhri did not answer, he immediately pulled Maryam's hand slowly brought her into his arms.

What should I pay for your sincerity with, brother. Brother is not willing to feel, see the freshness as forced. If everything were not this complicated, there would be no sharing of love in our lives.