My Bow to the Destiny of Love

Quietly the sweet potato contains

The Ardian defenses are collapsing. His hand finally wrote a short message for his wife. The wife's mobile phone looks still on so she is determined to send a message.

Still up? That's the only word Ardian sends. Up to five minutes Ardian waited, but the wife did not reply. There is a sense of annoyance because it is clear that his wife's mobile phone is still on. The message was also sent a two-tick and has changed color. That means the message is read.

Chay, why not answer? Message sent too. But back there was no answer.

Ardian took a deep breath. Maybe his wife was angry because she had no news from yesterday. But, that seems impossible because the wife really understands her busyness. Being childish like this was also not his wife's temperament.

Ardian finally made a call. Seeing the incoming message on his phone, Ardian rubbed his face violently. "Who's he still calling till this hour." His teeth were grieving. Somehow his emotions suddenly seemed to overflow. He threw his phone. Fortunately it did not fall to the floor and only reached the edge of the bed.

"Eh, why do you look so tangled?" Dodit who just finished praying sat on the side of the bed next to Ardian.

No answer, Ardian turned his gaze away from Dodit's gaze.

"Why are you, Ar. You were smiling looking at the phone. Now you've turned tangled like that."

"There's nothing." Answer Ardian flat. Still staring in the other direction.

"You look like you said it was okay. I'm not a kid who can be lied to. You just tell me, who knows I can help."

"I'm okay, Dit. Ah, I'm going to sleep."

"Salat was there. Your heart is broken because you have not prayed. Trust me, your feelings will feel different when you pray."

Ardian glanced at Dodit. "Yes, I prayed first then. If the phone sounds don't mind." He said as he got out of bed.

Sure enough, Ardian had just closed the bathroom, the flattened thing lying on the side of the bed was ringing out loud. Dodit glanced at the bathroom and approached the phone. The contact with the name 'From Heaven' was plastered on the mobile phone screen accompanied by a photo of a shoulder-haired woman with a wide smile.

"God willing..." Dodit immediately shifted his gaze. That's a picture of Chayra without the hijab. Dodit's chest suddenly thumped erratically. He immediately got out of bed. Don't forget he tapped Ardian's phone. His eyes were scared and he looked back at the woman.

He immediately picked up the small translation of the Qur'an that he always carried with him wherever he went. His hands were flipping through the scriptures in search of the letter of Al-Mulk. The letter he used to read before going to bed.

Ardian knitted his brows when he saw Dodit reading the Koran. His phone that reads he doesn't mind. Ardian even held a prayer mat and prepared for prayer.

"Eh, why don't you answer the call first, Ar." Dodit stopped his reading when he heard Ardian reciting the iqomah beside him..

Ardian clucked in annoyance. "I told you, just ignore it. If you feel disturbed, just answer it and say that the owner of the phone is asleep and can not be disturbed."

"Did you mind if someone else enjoyed your wife's beauty? You know, Ar. Your woman is like a candy that is wrapped very neatly and stored very well in a display case. No fly can touch her so carelessly. You're the lucky fly. While other flies can only watch with saliva pooled in their mouths."

"Buset you know I'm an all-fly." Ardian exhaled violently while sitting beside Dodit.

"You pick up that call first. Pity your wife for contacting you repeatedly. Acting like this won't solve the problem, Ar. I know you're upset with your wife."

"But..."

"Already. lift up first there. My ears hurt from hearing your cell phone noise constantly." Dodit pushes Ardian's body.

Ardian wakes up. But instead of answering the call, he pressed the red icon and turned off the phone.

"You turned it off?" Dodit was shocked when he saw Ardian already standing back next to him. "You're such a child, Ar. What is your wife's fault until you don't answer her phone."

Ardian was silent. Dodit breathed a heavy sigh. Fortunately, the reading of Al-Mulk's letter was finished. He closed the holy book of the Qur'an and placed it in an ordinary place, folding the alphabet as he went up to the bed. He just glanced at the dead Ardian phone. He stayed on the bed with his feet slitting while watching Ardian who was praying. There was a sense of wonder with the change in Ardian's attitude. What a mistake Chayra made until the man turned off his phone.

"Why did you turn off your phone?" Dodit immediately asked the question as Ardian climbed into the bed.

"Not to say what, Dit. I want to rest now, I'm tired."

"I don't think you're going home tomorrow morning. You want to stay longer in this place because you're craving the same wife."

"I'm going home. I'm just holding my own piss."

"I told you not to talk about it."

"You're childish. You look unprofessional in solving your household problems. You don't look worthy of being a family priest."

"What do you mean, Dit. All this time I've been trying to be a good priest to him. Meet his needs every month with Adzra. But when my husband needs her, he's busy calling other people."

"Oh, that's the problem. You're upset because your wife doesn't answer your phone because she's talking to someone else."

Ardian only glares at Dodit's words.

"Who was he talking to so you're angry? Does he talk to other men with a romance so that your emotions are not that stingy? So the priest of the family had to learn to control emotions, Ar. Families are not just giving each other satisfaction in bed. Being a priest of the family should be able to think of adulthood. You're facing a problem like this just his attitude like a kid yesterday afternoon."

Ardian again glared while throwing away his gaze. "You know what a household problem you are. The household has not."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, Ar. Gini-gini if that problem has become my meal. I have three sisters who are all married. They often complain at home if there is a problem. Inevitably I had to jump in to help them solve the problem. Even if I was going to have a family, I had a lot of experience. Unlike you just because your wife is on the phone with someone else, you're not exactly picking up. Basic childish." Dodit passed after finishing his speech. He fell asleep on the sofa while opening his phone.

"Think about what I said before you regret it later. What if your wife is sick and you act like this. Said Dodit again without taking his eyes off.

Ardian took a deep breath. His mind was still in a frenzy, between following Dodit's words or following his ego.

"Don't think too much, Ar. Think about what I said."

Ardian took a deep breath. Finally he got up. Picked up his phone and walked to the balcony. Slowly he activated his phone.

Ting...!

Ting...!

Ting...!

Three messages came from his wife. There were two more messages coming in from Bian.

Mas, lift this emergency for a moment.

Your phone why can't be contacted, Mas..

Mas Ardian, Adzra's sick...

Ardian's eyes were perfectly rounded reading his wife's last message. He opened a message from Bian.

Assalamualaikum, Bang. I'm sorry Bian interfered, but it's a real emergency. Adzra was sick and rushed to the Hospital. Her body was limp because most of the vomiting. Hopefully your business is done while reading this message.. Wassalam´s..

"Yes Allah... Astagfirullahal..." Ardian ruffled his hair. He is really confused at the moment.

Dodit who was inside the room ran to the Balcony to hear Ardian's cry. "Why, Ar?"

"My son, Dit. My son got sick and was taken to the hospital. O Allah, I have been prejudiced against my wife. You're right, Dit. I was too childish in addressing that little problem." Ardian ruffled his hair.

"Here you go, don't be sorry. You can call your wife now. They must be waiting for news from you."

"You're not married yet, it looks very wise to face problems like this."

"I told you, I have experience. I'm like. mm. secretly a sweet potato. I haven't done any good, but household twists are already on my mind. Even with solutions to overcome the problem as well."

Ardian smiled slightly in response. By reading the basmalah, he dialed his wife's number. Hopefully Chayra wasn't angry with her stupid act earlier.

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