Married Because of Ijbar
Chapter 33. Like Fatimah Azzahra
Rere occupied the empty bench behind Maula, while Nikita asked Reza who was sitting in front of Maula to change her seat-by force.
“What are you doing, the hell my decks? My allergies can recur, tau?!” ketus Maula while frowning. “Sana far-away!”
“La, tar go home to my house, yuk. Learn together.” Nikita turned her body towards Maula who was staring in wonder.
“Okayaah! Why, anyway, is it good to be with me? Mo fucked me, huh? Not going to work, tauk!”
“Dihh, who would like to play people,” interrupted Rere from behind while rubbing Maula's waist until she shifted her body because of amused and shocked.
“Eh, ganjen! Do you think I'm a gebetan guy? Pake goofing wolf.”
“Wolay (relax), Sist.” Rere and Nikita chuckled. However, they immediately sat down sweetly while closing their mouths tightly.
“Eh! Brisik, brisik!”
“Bu Tika, noh,” whispered Rere while pointing towards the door and turning Maula's head.
Not until there, Rere and Nikita's abnormal. Until they found Maula in the canteen at rest even when the bell came home was ringing. This made Maula very disturbed.
“What sins have I been in all this time, O God? Why is there a ghost of a grapefruit that follows the kek gini on my body?” he muttered while trying to escape from Nikita's hand that was coiled on his shoulder.
“Learn together in my home!” Nikita.
“Gue says, Ogah!” reply Maula. “Lo wants to poison me, right? Trus Lo both dump my body into TPST (Integrated Waste Disposal Place) Bantargebang, yes?”
“Ish!! Your mouth is really a mercon cake, yes. Once open, it sounds Jedar jeder rich lightning,” Rere said. He who stepped the front, momentarily stopped his steps while turning his body. “Can't ya, act cute on my cake?”
Maula was cracking up while pointing at Rere's face. “Iya cute porcupine cake. Uh, no! I saw Lo mah Jellyfish cake.” The maula shook her body, just like a jellyfish.
Suddenly, Maula's mouth smothered Nikita using her palm.
“Lo home picked up by Brother Lo, right? Okay, let's go until he comes.”
“Neg. I'm going somewhere else. Take a taxi.” Maula thought about seeing Umi Khadijah before returning home.
“If Abang Lo nyariin, how?” sela Rere looked back.
“Peduli very Lo same my brother?” Maula frowned. “Yes, here pinjemin mobile phone lo. I want to call him first let him not nyariin.”
Rere pulled out the phone from the bag and gave it to Maula after unlocking the screen.
After typing the numbers on the phone screen, then pressing the 'DIAL' Maula button again frowned. “Loh, my brother's number already has his name on mobile lo?”
“Name? What is his name?” reply Rere flat.
“This?” Maula shows the screen of the phone that reads 'Ahjussi tasa Oppa'
“Gue also has the number Brother, Lo. Why emang?” timpal Nikita raised his eyebrows.
“From man...”Maula had not finished her words, suddenly Rere took the phone from her hand.
“Lateness. I only have phone.” Rere glued the mobile phone in his ear.
“Hallo ... Hello!! Who, here?!” Khayru's voice from behind the phone. He thought someone was calling him.
“Hallo, Mister ... Its me. Rere ...”
“Who? Rese?”
“RE-RE! how, Rese, anyway?”
“Ohh, Rere. Sorry, Re, it's again on the way. Go get Maula. Why, Re?”
“Don't forget to save my number first, Om. Love the name 'RERE IMOED' is so Om,” he said with a cry. “Not 'RESE' yes. Watch out, loh.”
Maula rolled her eyeballs. He did not expect, Khayru could be that close to ABG who became his sworn enemy. He ignored Rere who was pushing the phone towards him.
“Nih, La. By yourself brother, lo.”
“Gak! Not so! Males talked about me. Tell me, don't pick me up, that is. Where would I go if I met Umi Khadijah.”
Maula immediately left and took a taxi that happened to stop in front of her. Maula's words were heard to her husband's ears through Rere's cell phone that was still connected.
“Yeah, Om. He escaped tuh..”.
“Ya, gapapa. Thanks, Re. I followed Maula first,” concluded and then turned the direction of the steering.
“Guests please enter that room. Forgot?” Maula pointed at the second room with her palm.
Khayru raised an eyebrow while sniffing her shoulder. “No papa, really. We are husband and wife.” Khayru opened the door and invited Maula to enter. He knew his little wife was upset because she found herself on the phone with a jellyfish duo he hated. In fact, just yesterday afternoon Khayru gave the phone number to Rere and Nikita.
The two girls, who Khayru chose to be friends with Maula at school, are Ariel's replacement. He knew that Maula needed a friend like any other child. Khayru asked the two girls to contact her if Maula got into trouble at school and not for any other business.
When Kyai and his wife came, Maula and Khayru were sitting far away. Without saying a word is like being hostile. The two greeted the host, but after that Maula was confused. She wanted to ask, but her husband was there. However, Umi Khadijah knew that something was going on between them.
“New home school, directly here, yes?” asked Umi Khadijah because she saw the uniform that Maula was still wearing.
“Have you prayed, baby?”
“Already at school,” replied Maula while nodding.
“In that case, Temenin Umi briefly in the kitchen, yes.”
They both left Khayru and Pak Kyai in the room. Meanwhile, Umi Khadijah invited Maula to chat in the kitchen while cooking. Before he invited Maula to chat, he first asked some of the princesses who were there to leave him.
“Nayla ... Almira ... You guys can rest a minute.”
“Good, Umi.” They put the kitchen knife on the cutting board. So also with the vegetables they were cutting into pieces, until they got up from their seats.
“Do not forget to reopen Safinatun Najah⁴. Keep learning, yes, son!” the message.
Maula sat in place of the santriwati who had just left, while staring at the groceries on the table.
“Umi always cook for santri here?”
“Nggaklah.” Umi shook her head quickly while smiling. “As you saw earlier, there is always a princess who helps. They learned all the things you worked on.”
Maula smiled as she continued the work of the daughter santri they left behind. “Maula wants to help Umi too,” he said while cutting some vegetables. However, Umi immediately prevented it.
“No need. Now we chat-chat ajalah.” Umi Khadijah got rid of the vegetable basket all the way from Maula.
“Umi.”
“Iya.”
“Maula tuh actually really want to study in pesantren. So Satriwati, learned rich salary of children earlier.”
“Terus ...”
“But ... Brother said, I don't want to pay but want to men santri men. Ish!. .. basic!.. nyebelin!” Maula sneered while frowning. His spontaneous speech made Umi Khadijah laugh crisply.
“That's reasonable, Nak.” Umi Khadijah still chuckles.
“What's the day, Umi? That's an exaggeration of his name.”
“You forgot, yes, that he was your husband? Jealous dong him.” he said while staring at Maula's face.
“Only the husband should be like that, yes, to his wife? Yesterday he was angry also because I nangisin Ariel, Umi.” Maula laughed because she thought her husband's attitude was very funny.
“Ariel who is it? Why are you crying?”
“Ariel it's me, Umi.”
“Umi asked once again. Who are you, son?”
“S-husband,” replied Maula staggered.
Umi Khadijah explained some things about the position, duties, obligations and responsibilities of a husband to a wife, as taught by Rosul to his daughter-Siti Fatimah Az-Zahra.
One day, Siti Fatimah Az Zahra accidentally said something that made her husband's heart disturbed. He realized his mistake and immediately apologized repeatedly to Ali.
Seeing that her husband's face did not change, Fatimah Az-Zahra ran around Ali, 7 times while pleading for forgiveness. Finally, Ali's heart melted and smiled back. He forgave his wife's mistakes.
Hearing the incident, the Prophet said to his daughter. “O Fatimah, if you die at that time while your husband does not forgive you, I will not stain your body.”
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⁴Safinatun Najah is a short book on the basics of jurisprudence according to the Shafi school’i.
To Be Continued ....
