Married Because of Ijbar
Chapters 12. Routine assessment
Khayru's car arrived in the courtyard of Pak Kyai's house which was flanked by two male and female cottage buildings. A male santri came to greet and showed the way because Pak Kyai's house has two separate women and men's living rooms. This is intended so that guests of different types do not chat and ikhtilat.
Khayru understands the rules here. They immediately separated themselves in a different room.
“Dek, you wait for Umi Khadijah in the room, yes. Brother there is important business with Mr. Kyai in this room.”
Maula also follows the santri men who look handsome in the eyes of teenage girls who are experiencing puberty at this time.
“Please wait a minute. Umi Khadijah is heading here,” said santri while leaving Maula there.
“Good, Brother.” Maula smiled flirtatiously as she blinked her eyes.
“His aura pesantren son is different. Like there is charisma. Hihi ...”
“Heii! Why is that so grim? Login!” Khayru was still standing in the doorway next door while raising her index finger. His voice was quite shocking. Maula laughed as she closed the door.
Before long Pak Kyai and Umi Khadijah came. They talked for a while.
“Sorry, Mr. Kyai, Umi ... I came to interrupt his time.” Khayru kissed Kyai's hand and put both palms together on his chest while nodding at Umi Khadijah.
“We are like family. Don't be so shy. Umi's glad you came.” Umi Khadijah put the drink on the table.
“Drink first, Ru.” Mr. Kyai pointed to the drink his wife had brought.
“I brought Maula also here because she is not in school today.” His hand took a cup of tea from the table.
“Where is he? Umi hasn't seen it.”
“In the next room, Umi. I deliberately asked her to wait there.”
Umi Khadijah was a little surprised because usually when coming here Maula can not be separated from Khayru. The children's souls are always attached to him.
“Wah, tumben,” joked Umi Khadijah with a smile.
“Maula is not a child anymore, Umi. He's already a teenager. Even today ... she got her first period, this morning.” Khayru was forced to say that despite a bit of embarrassment.
“Mashaallah. I don't think that little girl is big now. In fact, Umi still remembers very well how funny when she was a baby.” recalls Umi Khadijah.
“How old is Maula now, Ru?” ask Mr. Kyai.
“Thirteen years, Mr. Kyai. It's time Maula learned what baligh means and what the obligations of a Muslim woman are after she baligh.”
“Then, Umi excuse me to meet the beautiful girl Umi. Poor him waiting by himself.”
Umi Khadijah immediately went to the next room to meet Maula. At the same time, Khayru told a long story. He did diligently ask Kyai for advice, especially about Maula and the marriage they kept secret.
Actually at this time his mind was a little disturbed after hearing the grapevine of gossip circulating in the kitchen. It's about his closeness to Maula in the eyes of the ART who seems unnatural. This was because the two of them were not siblings.
However, Khayru undoes the intention she had already put up from home to tell Kyai about it. Kyai once advised her to inform her of her status to the workers at home to prevent slander. It's just that, Khayru is worried if this news becomes a new gossip material that can later reach Maula's ears.
I'm sure, if Maula finds out about this, she'll refuse. Our relationship became stiff, and I couldn't carry out Papa's will well.
It doesn't feel like a few hours have passed. Khayru took Maula home before it was too late in the afternoon.
“Why rush, anyway, Bang? I'm still at home here,” murmured when putting on the seat belt.
“Since when did you feel at home Mr Kyai?”
“Since I realized that in front of his house a lot of santri kece past.” At that time, Maula turned her face because she realized her words would get a protest from Khayru.
“Ups!”
“Ish, how dare.” Khayru put on a furious face.
Arriving at home, they saw a familiar car, parked in the yard.
“It looks like there's Aunt Risa at home.”
“Don't he wait from earlier.”
“You guys make an agreement?” asked Maula while frowning.
“Neg. Come down first.”
Lisa did not come alone. She is with Ariel who is still complete with her school uniform.
“You've been waiting a long time?” greet Khayru while walking to the living room.
Instantly Risa and Ariel stood up as the baritone's voice rang out from the doorway.
“Ah, no. Just Fifteen minutes ago, Mas.”
“Assalamualaikum, Ris.”
Khayru turned her gaze to Ariel. “Newly home from school, yes Riel,” He patted Ariel's shoulder slowly.
“So why not go to school, Om? She sick?” tanyanya while glancing towards Maula.
Maula could not focus on what they were talking about. Something is making him uncomfortable right now. He pulled Khayru's arm because he wanted to whisper something. He asked Khayru to bring his ears closer.
“I haven't changed pads,” whispered.
“Yes, geez.”
Khayru looked at her guest while pulling Maula's hand. “Sorry yes, you have to wait again. Please sit down first. Not long, kok.”
No more than fifteen minutes, they returned after changing into clothes. Maula's face was not very happy. This was not because he did not like to see the face of Ariel who often disturbed him at school, but because Khayru's expression was so enthusiastic to meet Risa. His eyes could not help but watch the pair of adult men and women who were conversing in front of him. In fact, Maula suddenly sat on Khayru's lap while wrapping her arms.
What feeling was she feeling at the moment? Is he afraid of losing? Afraid of being abandoned again and again?
“Loh, why sit here? Would like to share PR with Ariel.”
“Iya, La. Ariel is kind, no. He usually does bummer.” Risa. “Bring the book, abis it Aunty help her understand.”
“Nah, tuh. When will Aunt Risa help again? He's a math whiz, loh.”
After being persuaded, the spoiled Maula finally wants to work on PR with Ariel. While Khayru sat on the terrace because he did not want to disturb.
“Thank you for that example of abis you guys try to do your own work.”
Everyone in this house knows Risa very well. Beautiful, smart and friendly girl. Everyone thinks that Risa is Khayru's future wife. However, why until now they have not been married, no one knows the reason.
“You can help each other but can't cheat, Ok. Aunt stay a while. If it is finished or someone wants to ask, call Aja Aunt.”
Ariel used this opportunity to chat more with Maula. Secretly his eyes glanced.
“La, I'm sorry, yes.”
“Sorry for what?” answer Maula coldly. He didn't even want to look at Ariel.
“We can stop, no?”
“Not wrong, want to meet me?”
“Jutek really, hell.”
“I want to grab a drink first.”
It feels, really lazy to respond to the words of Ariel who suddenly so good. I decided to go to the kitchen to avoid it.
From a distance there were strange sounds coming from the kitchen. The closer it gets clearer. Maula stopped behind the door. I also felt lazy to hear their conversation. As if there is no end to what they are talking about. There is always a hot topic of interest to talk about, but the intention is to leave the kitchen.
“Nduk, slick sing work. Ojo lazy rich ngono.”
“Iya, Mbak.”
“Kenape again, Lo?”
“Sick heart Neneng tea if you see the same Master Non Risa. They're too perfect. Mr. handsome, Non Risa beautiful.”
“Lha continues? You're heartbroken, Neng?”
“Hehe ...
“Oalah ..”
“Ha ha ha ..”
“Gak, coke. I keep their doain wish me a marriage and a happy life.”
“Eh, but kasian too, yes Mr. Iru. She definitely wants to marry Non Risa.”
“Lha, why is it? Those who are married can get married again. What else has not. Stay married aja.”
“Darling, not if you are married? His first night must have been overshadowed by Non Maula. The guy he's sticking around everywhere. If you are a child, gapapa. It's so big it's still tacky so it's not funny.”
“Ha ha ha ..”
“Deg!
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Khalwat is the gathering of a man with a woman who is not his mahram and there is no third with them.
The difference between ikhtilat and khalwat lies in the number. Ikhtilat refers to both men and women.
To be continue ....
