Marrying a Muslim Woman

Chapter 95. Go To Husband's House

At Mr. Dirga's house, right on this day. Nisa will be taken by her husband to meet her parents Fahmi's second home. That way, she looks very sad because she had to part with her parents, especially Fatimah and her friends in Pesantren Ar-Rasyid which has made her an educated woman.

Her status has changed into a wife, making Nisa must obey her husband's request because now the responsibility for her is Fahmi. Therefore, Nisa must obey all the words of her husband, as long as it is good for her. What makes Nisa feel guilty is, she did not have time to say that she was married to Fahmi to Abi Zaenal and Ummi Siti who became her teacher at the boarding school.

The marriage went so fast. So, Nisa did not have time to tell her teacher who was in the boarding school. However, Mr. Dirga—his father said, had cleared everything and told Abi Zaenal for his marriage. That way, Nisa can not go back to teach again at the Ar-Rasyid School, but coming to him in free time is okay. Friendship is still intertwined between students and teachers. Want to be up to any time, a teacher is still a teacher and there is no name ex or former teacher. The teacher remains a teacher because he has taught us many things.

"Fahmi, please take good care of your daughter. Dad tipped Nisa to Nak Fahmi, like whatever his attitude. She is still your wife then Nak Fahmi must be able to be patient with her," Dirga's father told his daughter-in-law who was silent.

"Well Dad," replied Fahmi who was so unsure of being able to take care of Nisa because she did not love him.

Then Nisa who heard the words of her father, was very moved. That way, Nisa immediately hugged the bodies of her father and mother, heavy to leave both parents, but it must be how else because Nisa has become a wife who must follow her husband, wherever it is.

After finishing his farewell, Nisa and Fahmi get into Fahmi's car which will take Nisa to her husband's family home. Along the way, Nisa just kept quiet and did not say a word to her husband who was beside her. That way, Fahmi did not dare to ask the situation of his wife who was just silent.

Within half an hour, Fahmi and Nisa had arrived in front of Fahmi's family home. Then, Nisa became a little hesitant to stay there.

"Come?" take Fahmi to his wife who is just silent, when out of her car.

Nisa just nodded and Fahmi instantly clasped Nisa's hand, without the slightest hesitation. However, Fahmi's feelings were not because it touched his wife's delicate hand.

While Nisa, looks so shocked by the treatment of her husband who unceremoniously clasped his hand and took her into the house, owned by her husband's family.

"Assalamualaikum," Nisa said as she entered the house, while Fahmi only glanced at her at a glance.

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullaahi wabarokatuh," replied Widia—ibu from Fahmi. He looks so friendly that it makes Nisa a little more comfortable with Widia.

"Eh, come on in." Widia welcomes her son and Nisa very well.

That way, Nisa was immediately invited by Widia into the house, while Fahmi just silently saw the closeness of his wife with his mother. Nisa had just met her mother, she had taken her heart. Fahmi did not expect it to happen, while his mother, kept talking to his wife and looked so familiar.

"I want to go to the room first" said Fahmi who walked past his mother and wife. Widia looks so confused, instead of taking his wife. This even breezed away.

"Fahmi, at least you wait here for a moment, besides your wife does not know where your room is and you are like a gini," Widia said, who felt her son's attitude was a little inappropriate.

"Based on that kid, yeah." Widia looks so upset with her son and she does not think about Fahmi, but her son who wants to marry Nisa, but look now, she looks so indifferent and still stubborn.

"Already, don't be angry, Auntie. It's okay, Nisa can be alone" said Nisa while smiling gently.

"But, it can't be allowed, Nis," replied Widia who still looked angry.

"The patient aunt, Mas Fahmi behaved so probably because she was very tired. So, he wants to rush into the room to rest," said Nisa who thinks positively. That way, Widia can be a little calmer and not upset and angry again.

"From now on, Nisa don't call Aunty again, yeah. Call Mamih only, like Fahmi because now Nisa has become Mamih's daughter-in-law," Widia's pinta has returned soft again.

Nisa nodded, obeying her mother-in-law who was getting close to her.

Ten minutes later, Nisa had finished talking to Widia and now Nisa wanted to go inside her room. Before that, Nisa had been offered by Widia to drive her to Fahmi's room, but she refused and chose herself so Widia told him the direction of her room.

By the time Nisa got to her doorstep, without knocking on her door first. She just went in, into her husband's room. Therefore, Fahmi who was on top of the bed suddenly turned to look at his wife who entered into his room.

"Why don't you knock on the door first, when you get in?" asked Fahmi who was so unhappy with Nisa's attitude that entered her room, without her permission.

"For what? This is my room too. And so, I deserve it." With ease Nisa answered a question from her husband.

"At least, you knock on the door first. Appreciate the owner of the first room. What if I'm in an inappropriate state and you just walk in. Later you will be sorry for not being so polite," said Fahmi who was very upset with his wife.

"Sorry, Mas. I know this is your room, but I deserve it too. Therefore, it would be inappropriate if a wife had to knock on the door first because her husband already knew about it. Either way, the only one who entered her husband's room was his wife and no one would forbid him" Nisa explained with a little firmness and indifference to her husband's confused reaction.

Even for now, Fahmi was speechless a thousand languages. There was nothing more he could say because his wife had left him speechless.

Seeing her silent husband, Nisa only smiles because she knows that after hearing his words, Fahmi will understand a little and not limit him anymore, like a stranger.

Slowly Nisa stepped back into the closet and cleaned her clothes in the closet, regardless of her husband who saw her in wonder.