Love Shielded Risue

Met KH. Irsyad Fadhillah

Two days later, a tabligh Akbar in the title. He met Ustadz Akhri with a man who became his role model.

"My teacher, Kyai Irsyad." He kissed the back of the hand of a grown man who was getting older. Where a warm hug was given by Ustadz Irsyad. "MashaAllah, nice to meet Ustadz. Uh, Kyai."

Ustadz Irsyad laughed, letting the man sit next to him. Akhri. He sits politely next to Kh. Irshad Fadhillah's.

"Call as usual. No papa.." said Irsyad with a Javanese accent that is increasingly thick heard since he moved his domicile in Magelang, Central Java.

"It's not polite that I still call, that's."

"In order to relax. Who's rich?" answer Irsyad humble. "How's Antum doing?"

"Alhamdulillah, fine. Kyai."

"family?"

"Alhamdulillah, Abah, Ummi, the children are all healthy. Only my wife is not doing well because she's been sick for months."

"Well, what pain?"

"We haven't checked it further. Because, my wife is a bit difficult to get treatment. Probably scared..."

"Oh Allah, what do you complain about?"

"Many, one of them there is a swollen lymph node in one of his organs. And it hurts so much she said."

"Here comes, hopefully Antum's wife can be healed. And antum was also given patience while taking care of him."

"inshaAllah Kyai" replied Akhri. The two were silent for a moment when a committee gave them mineral water. After saying thank you Akhri opened the bottle of mineral water and then poured it for Irsyad. "Please..."

"MashaAllah... matursuwun loh, even though I can pour it myself." Irsyad accepted it while chuckling.

"No papa, Kyai. I also want to drink this" replied Akhri who also poured water into his own glass. "Afwan Kyai, by the way how are things in Magelang?"

"Alhamdulillah, the cottage is more crowded now."

"Alhamdulillah" murmured Akhri after saying bismillah and drinking the water.

"Yes, more and more students and also call dakwah here and there, so sometimes it is a bit difficult to spend time to Jakarta," he replied. Akhri also only the mangosteen listened seriously. "If it wasn't for my love everything was here. Maybe his kejakarta if there is a da'wah schedule."

"Oh. yeah. Kyai's kids aren't here, are they?"

"Yes, they are here, and sometimes they also come to Magelang. Just in addition, there is my lover buried here. So Jakarta is not just letting go of homesickness in children. Except for the pilgrimage too."

"MashaAllah, honestly I was amazed by Mr. Kyai from a long time ago when he was a lecturer at the Higher School of Islamic Science. Antum really is a figure who glorifies the family."

"Who am I like that? Did Antum see my everyday life?" Chuckles.

"Yes, I am also one of the readers of Antum books that discuss the science of family."

"MashaAllah the more amazed I am." Hearing that answer Irsyad laughed again. "But really. Kyai's book is really good. I read everything, even learned a lot from there too" said Akhri honestly, while Ustadz Irsyad just smiled. "Sometimes, as a man. I often feel like I failed. He has built a household twice. But it seems that I have not been able to give the kind of kindness that my partner expected."

"MashaAllah." murmured Ustadz Irsyad again poured his own water. Listen to every speech that comes out of Ustadz Akhri's lips.

"Sometimes, make me want to stop preaching. Moreover, Kyai must have heard my news that had gone viral? From there I felt unworthy to be a cleric."

"Astagfirullah.." he muttered. "Tadz, Antum does not need to give up our duty as servants of God who once demanded knowledge to convey this knowledge again to others. Then the shoulders even have the desire to stop preaching just because of mistakes we have done in the past. Most importantly at the moment Antum is trying to be much better. God is the best judge, enough for us God to judge our good. Or even patas we don't spread the religion of God."

"Yes, Kyai. Afwan. Because indeed I feel unworthy to lead the congregation, while I have failed to guide one ma'mum."

Irsyad just laughed and patted Ustadz Akhri on the shoulder. "Nothing, the name of living in a household there is no term of knowledgeable people will be smooth and without problems. Because normally ordinary humans whose life traces will not be smooth as what is expected. Wishing beautiful like the blue of calm sea water? But who would have thought the high waves have been blocked and ready to hit. It's because Antum opened it, so I'm authorized to advise, huh?"

"MashaAllah yes, Kyai. I even thanked–" Akhri nodded with a smile.

"The point is we must always remember. That we now live in an age that does not understand the core meaning of marriage. What they even imagine is that marriage is sweet honey that always quenches our thirst, but to get sweet honey is not easy. Surely we will be faced with the rampage of bees. From there we should realize, everything in this world will not be separated from the difficulties first before getting the good."

"MashaAllah, yes Kyai. I am sometimes impatient in dealing with household problems." Akhri increasingly enjoyed this private chat. Because they were sitting in a corner where there were only two of them.

"Well..before speaking of patient matters, Tadz. Ask yourself, have we positioned God first in whatever activity we do?"

"Astagfirullah al'azim.." murmured Akhri felt stupefied. "It seems like I'm using my ego more."

"Well... need to remember, Antum must understand the face of a marriage is to realize one thing? we are different from our partner. We as men will lean more towards logic than using feelings. Unlike our partner as a woman who puts forward her feelings rather than her logic. That is the initial reason, why women feel irritated more quickly, quickly disappointed with us as her husband. For not feeling the expectation of a beautiful marriage. While men also feel disappointed when their lives become much more restrained since marriage. From there arise the seeds of problems that are actually trivial but become large. Because what? They didn't put God in the beginning then love."

"Astagfirullah al'azim.." murmured Akhri felt what Ustadz Irsyad said was really piercing his conscience, opening his consciousness as well.

"Again, the impact when we do not put God as the purpose of marriage? It is the weak foundation of marriage. Because both will point to each other's mistakes, and justify what is in our own thinking. Embrace not wanting to lose. Men want to be respected, while women want to be respected. Though the sincere meaning of God in marriage does not depend on who loses and who wins. But who himself is the most dominant apologize then try to improve themselves without demanding a good reply from the couple."

"Allah.." murmured Akhri increasingly felt stupefied. Because indeed all this time he saw from Nia was his fault and his fault alone. Without thinking that he had also done much wrong to Nia.

"We are stupid, what we see from our partner is limited, and vice versa. Therefore, give sincerity in every household relationship, even if the casualty if you can slap a partner, the hand seems to be very light so can not help it when it is in a hot position. But that is not how Islam educates us as its adherents. Instead of being quiet, and try to be prejudiced. Because what we see as bad is not necessarily bad for God for us. Patience has no limits. Hope to get the goodness of that patience."

"MashaAllah, Kyai. Good day, I get the science. Barakallahu Fiik's... Jazakumullah Khairan." Akhri grabbed Ustadz Irsyad's hand and kissed the back of his hand many times.

"MashaAllah's... Same with Ustadz." He patted Akhri on the shoulder as he chuckled and glanced at the door when an assistant knocked on the room. "Afwan, I have to get this home. Later in the afternoon, go straight back."

"It's such a hurry, Kyai. I'm still honest about this." Akhri chuckled, both of them moving and walking slowly.

"Tomorrow there's an event at the lodge. So it should be back soon."

"Is that so? So anytime Kyai is in Jakarta. I'll visit once while adding science."

"Hahaha, I come once every two months and change it sometimes in the first child's house after that in the house of the second child."

"MashaAllah, I will record this schedule so I can meet."

"Most of all, we are just calling." he replied, laughing, as well as Akhri. They shook hands again, hugged each other before greeting and parting ways.