Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 66

“Ya told me to wait a minute, deh. Ask Tia's sister who was victorious first, yes.”

After wearing a head covering and a long outer covering wrapped in her pajamas, Maula immediately descended into the living room, meeting the adult man who had come as Neneng had said. It turned out that not only was he an adult, the man was already almost middle-aged. He stood his back, waiting for Katia to bring him a drink.

“Assalamualaikum ..” The sound of Maula made him turn his body.

“Waalaikumsalam ...,” reply with a smile.

Maula was relieved when she found out that the driver who had brought her ID card was a few days ago. He was worried that the identity card had been taken away and misused by a bad person, since the man should have returned it the same afternoon.

“Hhh .. thank goodness, you came.” Maula sighed and invited the man to sit down. Soon Katia came from the kitchen, put a drink on the table and sat down next to Maula. His heart wanted to ask who the man who had come was. But he chose to listen first.

“Where? Not hard, right, looking for my whereabouts?” ask Maula. “I wait for Father from yesterday, loh. Why just come now?”

“Yes, sorry Ma'am, I'm busy,” he said as he stared around the house. Either he did not expect that Maula lived in this big and luxurious house, or he saw something different in the room. To be sure, he thought a little hard to find the answer.

“I will replace the car repair cost, give me the bill, Sir.”

The driver also took out a small paper given by the owner of the workshop, the other day. “This, Ma'am. The fee has been paid by my employer, but I have to replace it immediately, otherwise ... Krekks! he can kill me.” With a hand cut off his neck.

Maula took the paper from the table, but she was shocked to see the nine digit number that was lined up, with wide eyes, she put it back. “It looks like swapped, Sir.”

“No, coke. That's the right bill,” replied the driver casually.

“But that's the number? Try to see again.”

The curious Katia grabbed the paper and looked at it. “This is what bill?” he asked while looking at Maula.

Suddenly the driver explained the incident aloud and admitted that the damage to the luxury car owned by his employer was indeed very severe to the cost is very fantastic to fix it.

“Low alone, anyway, the repair cost is very expensive because my employer's car is limited edison (limite edition)”

“But, Sir. It can't be this way, too, times. How much is the repair cost similar to the price of a new car? You're blackmailing my sister, huh?”

“Loh, the reality is like that, kok.”

“Dek ...” Katia turned to Maula who did not seem angry in the slightest while someone was trying to trick her. “Try you tell me how bad the damage to his car?”

“Comparable to the damage to my car yesterday anyway, sister. It's not much different, it's just the front. My car hit the back.” Maula just shrugged her shoulders.

“Nah, means it can be estimated right, the cost. Repair bumper that dents no more than five hundred thousand, repainting cost is also about five hundred doang. That's the most expensive range, loh,” explained Katia.

“Mbak! Mbak do not arbitrarily equate the car Mbak with the car of my employer, dong, Ma'am! This is clearly different! And the damage is also much more severe, because there are components that must be replaced, the price is very expensive, because it is difficult to hear, said my mechanic yesterday. That is, I get angry because my employer's car still can not be like new again even though it has been serviced in such a way. Ma'am want to replace the same new one?” cerocos the driver is like a firecracker that welcomes the bridal motorcade. Katia got dizzy hearing the middle-aged man's voice.

“Astagfirullahaladzim.” While rubbing the chest.

“Unfortunately, Mbak will not Nemu car like that. Limit edison, Ma'am. Li-mit. Remember, Ma'am?”

“Limite edition time, sir,” errat Katia while repeating with correct English spelling. Katia is amused by the behavior of the driver who knows it. Just become an expensive car driver was belagu especially if he was the owner, ck ....

“Iya, that means.” The driver, whose name is unknown, was a mangosteen.

“Alright Sir, before my head gets dizzy again, please give me your account number. I transfer the money, but return my ID first, this second also.” Maula wants to save her ID card more than the hundreds of millions she asked for.

“Loh, my employer is not stupid. KTP Mbak, he is the one who holds because I have not reimbursed the cost of damage yesterday, Mbak. So I do not hold Mbak ID anymore now.”

Katia rounded her eyes while rubbing her chest. “Your employer is not stupid. And we are also not fools that you can just fool.”

“Dek! Don't give him that money. We ask her to come, let us talk directly to her.”

“Sorry, my employer is a very busy person. He couldn't have come here.” He nodded with certainty.

“Terden, yes, sir. We don't want to pay anything, unless he's facing me.” Katia stood up from her seat while shaking her waist. “And now, Father is coming home because we have to rest. We are also busy people just like Mr.”'s employer

“So, Ma'am don't want to pay, huh? Okay ... We met at the police station if so,” he said confidently then stood up, ready to go home.

“Bby, Sir. Don't forget, bring proof, yes!” challenge Katia, slightly raising her voice as the driver started to step outside.

The driver lost, finally coming home empty-handed. That hundreds of millions of dollars he can't save tonight. He had to go back to his master somewhere.

While Before going to sleep, Katia slightly reprimanded her sister who almost fooled hundreds of millions in the blink of an eye.

“I'm just worried about my ID, brother. Looks like tomorrow we have to go to the police station, make a letter to lose first. Before things happen that are not desirable.”

“Yes, look for evidence also if we do not wreck their car.”

“Quiet aja, Brother. In the cafe, there is CCTV,” he replied while glancing.

“Oke, sip.” Katia held up her thumb. “Do not be afraid if we are not wrong, yes, no?”

Maula nodded in agreement, then hugged Katia before they finally walked into their respective rooms.

A man who for several weeks filled a guest room at the residence of Kiai Abdurrahman, was scratching his back and neck are flushed due to allergies due to a wrong meal a few days ago.

“Wes tau peanut allergy, instead eaten Sampe abis to, Mas?”

“So papalah, for love,” always.

“Haha .. thank you, Mas Cahyo.” While wearing back his thin white shirt. “Typically this hives cepet ilang, kok. Origin of routine given medicine.”

“Sama-sama, Mas Cahyo,” replied the man who helped her. Spontaneously, they both laughed, remembering both of them calling by the same name.

“Hahaha ..”

“Why laugh, Mas? Our names are the same, right, now?” They're still chuckling.

“I'm this wonder actually.”

“Why, Mas?”

“Wong I see everywhere people still come to the destination salon is to be beautiful, let be handsome. Let it be clear like the face of a Korean star, Yes, *toh*?”

“Terus?”

“Lha I was surprised *karo* *sampeyan*. I*ndak* have seen the rich Mas Iru, nih. Every day spend money in the salon just to make it look like I am this ambiguous . *piye*?”

“Hmm ... ” Khayru seems to link her two thick eyebrows while preparing an answer. “Maybe because I am a coward. No more than a loser.”

“*Ndak*.”Cahyo shook his head sure. “Not that the real answer. Mas Iru is not a loser but a fighter.” Cahyo clenched her hand. “Excite yes, Mas, make dapetin back the heart of the former.”

Khayru nodded while sighing. “At first, I thought it was enough to come to Maula's house and marry her again, but ... when I asked Mr. Kiai's permission. I even scolded him all-out.” Khayru laughed. However, he was sad to remember the mistake he made one year ago. Too easy it is to say **talak Sharih³***.

“*Son, Iru, I'm not against your goodwill, son. Just, please don't play with a marriage bond. As much as possible, get married once in a lifetime. Not getting married and getting divorced after being bored. Married again after changing his mind and divorced when the exam came. Getting married is not that simple*.”

“*A husband has full rights over talaq. This is not without reason, as men are expected to act logically. Thinking far ahead. Please tie it tightly to the word talak. When you have difficulty in marriage. Because there will always be a storm coming in the way*.”

Not just Khayru. At different times, Maula was also faced with a fine rebuke about her claiming that the divorce occurred at her request. Maula must understand that in the Islamic Shari'a, there are signs that must be considered when a wife asks for divorce from her husband.

“So ... In other words, Mas Iru is investigating his heart Maula, so as not to fail again when marrying her later, so?”

“I also want to restore his happiness. If you can.”

“*Saged. Saged mesthi, Mas*.” (Can. I should be able to, Mom)

The Cahyo duo chat continues with the Javanese language lessons they do every night while joking. Cahyo Ori has managed to print its twin to the exact same Cahyo kw. Fortunately, Cahyo used to very rarely make sounds, so Maula did not really see the difference in their voices in Javanese dialects. Even the difference in face was subtle because the maula never looked at her face.

Actually, they are not just the two because there is still one more man who will come to submit his report soon.

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**³Talak Sharih** is a talak that is spoken by the husband to the wife, done in strict and clear language.

(Source: madzhab library)

To Be Continued ....