My Choice of Woman

Episode 14

Farah had to accept the fact that her husband had not yet accepted her. Until when will this be? I don't know. Only God can turn – hearts back. Farah could only pray, to be given more patience than usual. And a sense of stoicism more than usual.

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In the morning, Ilham was ready to go to work. Farah and Ms. Tin prepared breakfast. Only this time Farah did not eat breakfast with Ilham, it would make her husband hate this morning.

Inspiration has exhausted its hope. He's getting ready to leave. At that time Farah wanted to give her husband a box. In front of the house. Inspiration saw that the clothes Farah was wearing were very inappropriate.

“Stop! don't step outside the house!” the command of Ilham shouted a little.

Farah also stopped. Inspiration approached him with a terrible look. Frah horrified.

What have I done, so he should be angry morning – this morning?

Farah's guts shrieked.

Inspiration to force Farah's hand. Take him to the living room.

“Are you not aware of what kind of clothes you are wearing?!” Ilham grunted ferociously.

What's wrong? I also wear the hijab as you wish, my clothes are also all long. So where's my fault? thought Farah.

Farah just shook her head at the sign of not knowing.

“Start now at home, or you will come out of that door for a while. You must wear the Muslim clothes you should, understand!” Inspiration stared fiercely.

Farah simply nodded, without commenting. Ilham let Farah go and took something in the bag he was carrying.

“This is monthly money for you, already separated from the needs of the kitchen and others. Use this money to buy clothes that are more appropriate than this,” said Ilham flat, “Bu Tin please take care of him,” continued Ilham.

“Iya Mister,” Bu Tin replied while nodding.

Inspiration passed to go to the car about to go to work.

“Nona, get ready. We are going to the clothing store,” said Bu Tin calmly.

“There's something wrong with my outfit Bu Tin?”

“Sorry Miss, sir doesn't like the way you dress.”

“Indeed how to dress so that Ilham mas like?”

“Later to explain, please now Miss get ready”

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“Iya Miss. You don't like to wear men's clothes, like pants. And Miss I suggest wearing a veil a little longer than the veil Miss is currently wearing,” Ms Tin replied explaining.

Farah and Ms. Tin were looking at the clothes on display at the clothing store. There are many different types of clothes in this store. Farah still could not believe that her husband wanted her to wear a robe. When Farah tried various kinds of gamis, seen himself from the reflection of the mirror of the dressing room in the store. Farah looks almost identical to Balqis in dress.

“Does he want to tell me to migrate? If so, I feel forced to do this. And the money he gave me was a lot. That's 10 times my pocket money a month. If I wear this robe it looks like Balqis. Hahahaha or all I wear a veil, surely Jihan will be difficult to distinguish between me and Balqis. I'll take a photo of myself, then I send it to both of them,” Farah mutter.

Mrs Tin and Farah agreed to buy a full 10-set robe with her hijab. Money from Inspiration is still a lot left. Farah chose to keep it. After the payment was completed, they decided to return home immediately.

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On a hot day, make these two friends thirsty. Choose to buy two iced teas with jumbo-sized cups. They appear very thirsty after undergoing the first day of the introduction of recovery. Arrived – arrives simultaneously their phone reads.

“Si Farah send photos what the hell is this?” ask Jihan.

“Iya, he also sent photos to me,” Balqis replied.

“What!? my eyes didn't see wrong, did they? Farah wears a robe?” jihan's laughter, not believing that his newly married best friend, has undergone a fashion change.

“Masyaa Allah, Farah Beautiful yes Jihan. May istiqomah yes.”

“Aamiin”

They continued to sip jumbo-sized iced tea cups under the shade of trees that grew in the campus courtyard.

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Ilham's phone rang. There's a message coming in from Tin ma'am. Seen bu Tin sent many photos – photos of Farah who chose Muslim clothes, tried Muslim clothes and many others. Ilham felt guilty last night because he yelled at Farah to tears.

“Basic crybaby,” guman Ilham.

I don't think she loves that girl yet. All he needs to know is that Farah is his responsibility. He has the right to make Farah change for the better than ever.

The Eye of Inspiration saw two small sculptures of ceramic crafts, shaped like a pair of geese whose two heads fused together to form a heart frame. He still remembered someone precious to him.

“Where are you? It's been six years now, no word from you. I am married, are you married to the best man? If I could tell the truth, this sense of longing resistance was already fragile towards me. The taste that used to stir – gebu want to meet has eroded time. I'm sorry I have a future that keeps going that tells me to forget you who are still standing in the past. That part that does not want to move, move or move themselves follows the flow forward this time.”

Ilham was still staring at the statue of the pair of ceramic goose.

“Goodbye.”