Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 32. Dayuts

“This, Sir. The guy is here.” The maula is pulled like a sickly person who is being bullied. His face was frowning, but his nose could not lie since he smelled something from that direction.

Khayru looked back. Carrying a plate of burnt meat. “Yes, tell me to eat!” He placed the plate on the table and pushed it in front of Maula and sat down.

The round table designed to eat lesehan style is already full of food that gives off the aroma of grill that became the favorite food of Maula. He swallowed his saliva while opening his eyes wide. Unable to bear it, he slowly sat down while staring at the people who were there. His hand picked up a pair of chopsticks placed beside the plate. Unabashedly, he clamped down on food with chopsticks then devoured it.

“Read prayer ... ish!” cibir Khayru while hissing softly. Maula snorted and then nodded. He raised both hands and then rubbed them in the face.

The ARTs that were originally on the same table, one by one moved to another place. They preferred to observe it remotely while pretending to be busy, while Khayru remained in front of Maula while frowning. Sometimes he shook his head as Maula repeatedly filled her plate.

Maula did not make the slightest sound, nor did Khayru, she just let Maula eat meat as much as she looked at her with a cynical look. The maula who felt a little irritated by her husband's gaze, repeatedly dropped the food that almost entered the mouth.

“Iihh ...,” lamented when the meat he clamped, fell for the umpteenth time.

“If the food that we almost ate, suddenly fell, it's a sign someone wants to eat it too,” exclaimed Neneng suddenly. “Iya ... usually so, Non, kabitaeun,” he stressed again while throwing his face.

Maula looked up towards Neneng and the others. “Indeed, who wants my food?”

Spontaneous, everything pointed towards Khayru who had just swallowed saliva. His expression changed when he realized he was currently being accused.

“Loh, really, me?!” He pointed his index finger at his own face with a furrowed forehead.

“Whose else is it?” Maula directed a piece of meat into Khayru's mouth so that she would eat it. “That's not to be shy.”

“Eat aja, Sir. Losing time with bachelors.” Tini chimed in while pointing at Ferdi with her mouth.

Khayru seemed to keep thinking while looking at the meat. However, not only did he end up devouring the meat, he even snatched the chopsticks and added a few more pieces of meat to his mouth to the brim. One plate was empty because he finished it. While chewing, he got up from the seat.

“I sleep first. Here it is hot,” he said while rubbing a sweaty forehead. Then, go to his room.

“I'm also full. Want to sleep first.” He followed Khayru behind him.

Disordered voices were heard teasing the couple who were heading to his room, making Maula turn her head again for a moment. “What by the way, anyway?! Beware, yes if my gibahin,”threatennya.

“Udah, Non, sleep there! No need to be horrified.” Bik Sulis shook his hand so that Maula quickly left. In another laugh.

The conversational voices of Neneng, Ferdi and the others were still heard as Maula stepped behind Khayru.

“Neng, answer my guess, yes,” he said Ferdi while stabbing Neneng's hand with the blunt end of the chopsticks.

“You know, no, HAL what I want to do in the future?”

“What, anyway? Halan-HALan to overseas, huh?”

“Not!!” ferdi answered quickly. “HALalin you, let rich Mr and Non Maula,” he continued shyly. Suddenly there was music and applause accompanied by the screams of the audience surrounding the stands.

Everyone knows that Ferdi likes gombalin Neneng the most. It's just that Neneng still pretends to like his Master even though he's just joking.

“One more, Neng. Real answer, yak.” He held up his index finger.

“MOBIL, what car is most convenient if it is a backrest?”

“MOBILang you but not so, ah,” replied Neneng while throwing his face.

“Jiiaahh ... Yeez!! Next month Aa apply for you, yes ...” Ferdi got up from his seat while laughing.

Their laughter was still heard blaringly even though Maula was already in front of her room. But he didn't pay attention to it. Maula paused for a moment as it turned out that her husband was about to enter her private room.

“Abang want to sleep there?”

Not wanting to miss, Maula immediately close herself behind Khayru to make her turn her body.

“Ngapain?”tanyanya ketus while frowning.

“Ya sleeps too.”

“Your room is there!” point Khayru towards the opposite room.

“There is no room I so is your room. Husband's room is the same as wife's. And vice versa,” he said while pushing Khayru into the room.

Rich knows, what does it mean husband and wife? inner Khayru while polluting then looking for pajamas in the closet. He ignored Maula who had been lying down without changing clothes and without brushing her teeth first. He also lay behind her. Without pulling the blanket because the tofu will be made by Maula.

“Kok, sleep away?”

“Udah eat that much, don't brush your teeth. His clothes also stink,” murmured with the typical voice of people who start to fall asleep.

“There are no clothes here. I want to brush my teeth too. Tomorrow only.” Maula approached her husband's back while sharing a blanket. Maula knew something was making her husband angry at this moment. Not because he stinks.

“Abang angry, yes?” The maula tugged at the pajama collar that the man wore in front of her.

“You think, which husband doesn't get angry if his wife cries for another man? Until throwing a phone violently in front of her husband.”

“Abang jealous, yes?” jest.

“If you just keep quiet to see your behavior, it means you become a husband who dayuts. Become one of the people whom Allah forbids to enter heaven.”

“Sorry, Bang ...” Maula sounded regretful even though she did not understand what dayuts meant. He wanted to ask Umi Khadijah but his phone was broken.

“I .. want to tell you something about Ariel. Let us not misunderstand.”

“Already night. Tomorrow's the story.” He's still turning his back on Maula. Waiting until his little wife fell asleep just turning her body. Actually, he was curious about what Maula wanted to tell him a few minutes ago, but it was too late at night, worried that tonight they could not rest.

Until morning came, Khayru's face had not returned completely. He had not asked Maula what else to show a smile.

“I went to school first, yes, Bang,” he said as he grabbed the back of Khayru's hand. “Assalamualaikum.”

He answered the greeting quietly until it finally passed towards the office.

Maula who was still looking at Khayru's car, suddenly his shoulder was patted hard by Rere and Nikita. Two classmates who have been held by arch-enemies since Maula sat in Junior High.

“Heh!? What, loh? Noisier, yes early in the morning!?”

“Keep a little, Napa, anyway, La? Bring it mulu nyolot, Lo mah,” Rere's lips while tidying up Maula's veil.

“This is what, anyway? What do you want exactly?” Maula grew increasingly suspicious of the attitude of the two of them who suddenly turned 180 degrees.

“We are temenan.” Nikita stretched out her hand to shake with a smile. Rere joined in smiling warmly while nodding. However, the clueless Maula, chose to leave from before the two of them with a shrunken forehead.

To Be Continued ....

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Dayuts was a man who had no jealousy towards his wife (al-Mishbah al-Munir, madah: da ya tsa). The culprits are called dayuts, while the deeds are called diyatsah.

In the Encyclopaedia Fikih is stated,

In the terms of the scholars, diyatsah is defined by a wide variety of similar notions, and one similarity that is not different from the meaning of language, that the meaning of diyatsah is the absence of jealousy from the husband against his wife and family. (al-Mausuah al-Fiqhiyah, 21/96).