Love Shielded Risue

jealous

Before the Maghrib came Maryam and Bilal said goodbye. They were not long, but even though it was short it seemed the youngest was really comfortable playing with Maryam.

Merr's hand is currently being held tightly by her. He even asked me to come along. It is not as usual that it is easy to be afraid of strangers.

Yes, maybe because since Nia was sick, the woman was quite often wearing all-black clothes with her face cover. For the sake of hiding her pale face in public. Be the boy who was more than two years old thinking that Merr was his mother.

In addition, Nia's lack of time on him, because having to undergo treatment whether it's at home or in the hospital makes the child feel a lack of affection for a mother.

The youngest, David, was still holding Maryam in his hand. Not wanting to join the babysitter, making Akhri himself immediately approached and took over. Carrying the youngest who was still crying, both hands raised towards the woman who was returning the innocent gaze with a feeling of unbearable.

"Don't baby, the Tante has to go home" Akhri said calmly.

"Ummiii... Ummiiiii.." whimpering, Akhri smiled faintly. "Tante is not Ummi. David same Mba Ning, yes. Or the grandmother? Play with grandma, same Brother Hussein...?" continued Akhri while kissing the cheek of his son then turned back to look for the figure of Umm Salma who was inside.

While Maryam's gaze was still fixed on the youngest child who was in the arms of Akhri.

O Allah, I still want to accompany the child, and also the other two children of Nia. But it's impossible, I'm nobody. Plus now there's A'a.

Habib Bilal turned to Maryam, catching a glazed look in the netra of his wife. He then widened his smile and stepped closer, grabbed the child's right hand, and then kissed.

"Barakallah.." murmured Akhri as Bilal pressed his lips against the palm of the youngest.

"He's healthy, son. Sometimes the Tante plays again, come here..." Bilal rubbed the child's head gently.

"MashaAllah, thank you again, Bib. Habib is ready to come to my house."

"Name-sama Ustadz. I'm actually not good, because new can come."

"No problem." Akhri's gaze shifted to Maryam for a moment. The woman nodded instantly.

"Then we excuse you, Assalamualaikum," he said, making Akhri look back at Bilal.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." he replied. Along with Bilal's steps that turned the bow, after which he walked closer and closer to his wife before holding her out of Ustadz Akhri's house.

With both feet. Ustadz Akhri did not take his eyes off those who seemed compatible. Habib with Koko black, matching Merr who uses black syar'i, complete with a long hijab and niqab. Ustadz Akhri's lips smiled thinly.

I may be your past, Merr. He is your present and your future. Brother always pray you can mate with Him to old age, even to his paradise Allah SWT.

I hope with him you are always happy, I will still wait for the good news from you.

Akhri kissed the child on the cheek before handing David over to a nanny who again tried to invite David to come with him.

***

On the way home they took the time to stop by a mosque large enough and beautiful, to hold Maghrib prayers.

After worship, Maryam and Bilal sat in the mosque foyer. Enjoy the cool breeze that hit them, while waiting for the wife to put her socks on.

"Merr?"

"Yes, A'...?"

"I want to ask, suppose you are a field that was once used by a farmer, then replaced with a new farmer. Then you know, your old farmer doesn't own his farm anymore. Is it mind-blowing to?" Habib Bilal stopped his speech. He felt that what would be said was wrong, so it was better to say it. "Astagfirullah al'azim, forget Merr..."

The eyes of the fairy Maryam looked at the face of Habib Bilal who was now looking down.

"A'a asked like that, are you thinking something?" Maryam's question made Bilal fall. Like catching something wrong with her in the eyes of the current husband. "Is there a mistake Merr made while in his house?"

"I may not have thought of. A'a tell me, where my fault lies. Because Merr didn't realize it."

Bilal chuckled, starting to misbehave. "Just trivial, I don't want to be big."

"I'm sorry, but for Merr, our every problem is nothing trivial. Merr will try to change herself if A'a wants to tell me my mistakes as usual."

"A'a jealous," he replied directly.

"Jealous?" Maryam asked carefully, Bilal nodded.

"When you play with your child. Also when you talk to him a lot. Although more about the late...." Bilal fell silent, remembering Akhri's gaze on his other-looking wife, but he did not want to mention it.

"Astagfirullah al'azim'. Merr was too late to hear the story in the last seconds of the late."

Bilal smiled faintly, "the next time keep your eyes on him. It wasn't good for A'a, and it made me uncomfortable. Sorry, A'a tried to think positively but still provoked incitement in the chest."

"Oh my God, I'm sorry A'. I didn't realize that." Merr felt guilty but Bilal only returned with a sweet smile. "A'a don't just smile like that."

"how should I go?" Bilal chuckles.

"Any anger, no papa. Reprove me..."

"You reprimanding how? I can't be angry with women. Especially just a jealous excuse. That's bashful."

"No shame. It's even good for me. A'a should scold me once. Not too much."

Bilal rubbed his wife's head. "Just maintain this attitude of mine with your good temper. Don't let A'a lose control so A'a turns into someone else. Understand, yeah?"

"Yes..." Maryam smiling. I'd better avoid A' Bilal's wrath, that's better. You see, said people, the anger of men of the type like it was actually terrible. It could be no mercy for me. –Murm Maryam in heart.

"oh, yes. Mr. Tani do not think this arid field will miss the previous Farmer. Instead I worry that the farmer who is now glancing at the other fertile fields."

"meaning?"

"This is my question for you. If for example there are fields that are more fertile and untouched by other farmers or maybe other herders? Does Pak Tani still want to take care of this arid land?"

Bilal looked at Maryam's pair of beautiful eyes seriously. "Who do you mean arid land?"

"Me, the evidence doesn't grow anything. Means I'm an arid land."

"But you have an oasis, Merr. Isn't what you need most is water that cools...?" answer Bilal.

"The thing is, humans just need water, huh? Kan Pak Tani also needs to eat from the harvest."

"What if a father eats his own child?" telak, even though the answer is inconsequential but able to make Maryam laugh. "Really, right? This is a field of hearts not real land."

"Yes, too..."

Bilal pulled the tip of his lips smiling sinisterly. "You won't win if you fight smart with me, Merr."

"Well, if I can't answer anymore, you're the smartest."

"Haha..." Bilal rubbed his wife's head. "Find me a meal, yuk. I'm hungry..."

"Come on!" Excited, Merr moved after finishing putting up her shoes. They walk softly side by side, while chatting together enjoying the breeze that hit their bodies.