My dear in-laws

My husband is conscious

Good morning by noon readers, I am back yes. Sorry a little late posting, his son is again in the phase not feeling well, pray hopefully soon improve. 💓

 

POV Galih

After breakfast I headed to my room again. Like it's my job every day, maybe Rania's inner self is actually upset to find a scene that she sees every day like that. How else. Even in the room I actually can not sleep, just roll. I want to sleep but I can't. The mind wanders off somewhere. I'm still thinking about my life with Rania going forward. I have to how, running a job or my own business. Looks like I'll try once again to ask for your capital's help. Hopefully this time his heart is moved, especially Rania is pregnant, certainly will not have the heart to also see her future grandchildren in distress.

Suddenly Rania came, I actually knew Rania was going into the room, but I pretended to be asleep. I don't want Rania to start a conversation and it will end with a debate that will get us into another fight.

I'm sorry as a husband who can't take full responsibility for you Ran, I really don't want to. I was also confused as to what to start with. I've tried to open my heart to just intend to find a job so that we do not bother the people\-people around us anymore, but my heart seemed to refuse, the niche in there revolted.

I saw Rania wearing clothes according to her favorite color, wardah green. I look steal2 look, watch him. Glancing from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. There was a slight change from the outward appearance I saw. His face was a little dull, unlike it was when he was still dating. There is a lump of acne as big as sand must be destroyed immediately. Now then? Don't ask. Although not much acne flourished on his face, but I saw a stroke of\-stripped fatigue from the look in his eyes, a stroke of disappointment that he was alone. He was always so, never wanted to reveal what was so unek\-uneknya. I know you for over 4 years Ran, I know what's going on inside you. I'm sorry Ran.

I don't seem to care, but that's not Ran, it's not like that, it's not what's on your mind right now. I just don't want to make the mood worse. I can already accept your pregnancy. I also craved it. I also want to make Kaian happy. But again I'm sorry son, your father is so useless.

Rania walks out of the room, I know she seems to be going to Puskesmas alone, but where does she get the money? Thought. All this time our money is fit\-wash, just eat still hitchhiking with mom. Is it possible he still has a mistress I don't know about? Or borrow money from whom? I don't know, when I get home I'll ask him.

Just as I closed my eyes again, the sound of my mother's accompaniment\-drum drum band rombeng echoed, calling my name. But I was deliberately silent, I was lazy to face him, ahhh mother just disturb. But it's not her name if it's not like that. Sure enough he went into my room, woke me up with a\-groan tirade that the volume of his voice was quite maximal, 1 RT could hear him. It seemed that he was going to speak something important to her. I told him to go to the living room, follow him.

I was tailing mom, obviously she was still continuing her scolding. From A to Z, back to A. I am actually very lazy to argue with my mother. Just like Rania, who is always concerned about work. He told me to get a job so I could be a little more independent.

Not to mention the words\-word mother who cornered Rania. Rania is wasteful, if you cook the make of the spice kebangetan. Though the price of onions is expensive, only the price of chili is cheap. It is also thought to buy kitchen spices with only leaves. Lagian want to be given a lot of spices also taste the same if Rania who cooks. I just keep nyerocos. Add my head.

Mom's changed, it wasn't like this. It's a little bit stingy but if I ask him for something, he won't refuse. Yes, although it will certainly ngomel\-ngomel first but will definitely be given it. But after I got married her attitude changed drastically. Often I tried to borrow money to mother but not infrequently also she refused, on the grounds that mother g has money or will reason if the harvest is only a little and reason\- another reason that I think is just a form of refusal to lend to me. Though I know, there's no way that mother can't hold the money. Only 100,000 or 200,000.

Not to mention the father who was as early as the bankruptcy of my first business. He's getting colder with me. It looks more like he doesn't care about me at all. He still seems to have some frustration with me. Kebon who he bought from the pitfalls of his youth I scattered in vain, no results, no traces left.

Not the treatment that I received after that, there is a little mistake that I make sure you will not hesitate to bring up the wealth that has been given to me. Motorcycle money, school money until I became a bachelor, precisely an unemployed scholar. That's how my father always told me. The money for my wedding, everything will be taken out. That sometimes makes me feel upset so that the fight is inevitable. But mom always stood up for me, always encouraging me.

Mom kept cornering me, Rania and mom were the same, plus dad wasn't going to be much different, like the two of them. All's fault. Even if you want to give me additional capital again, it will not be like this. I started to blame my father again. I'm upset, I'm sleepy even with a scolding.

Satisfied nagging me, mother rushed away. There was a clear look of annoyance on his face. I don't mind it, I don't know where I'm going, I don't care either. All I caught from her mother's nagging point was that she wished more on me.

\[Let's take the example of a man, husband, and father who best treats women with the best attitude. The Prophet always gave a will to do good to women. Men should be gentle and do good to women because of their condition. Moreover, a husband cannot escape the role of wife. One who can take care of all the needs of the man. Allah SWT said, "And associate with them appropriately \(in a good way\)... " \(QS an\-Nisaa \[4\] :19\)\]

\[The scholars and fuqaha \(fikih\ experts) view the problem of supporting the wife as one of the triggers of the rift of the household heresy.  The leading cleric Sheikh Yusuf al\-Qardhawi deeply regrets that any husband is reluctant to perform his duty to support his wife and child\]

Deggs. I was aghast to turn my eyes, began to seriously listen when an Ustadz in the Tausyiah event loudly spoke like that. I'm a little bit jerked. I listened carefully to her Tausyi.

I also started to think of mother's words\-word. I started thinking deeper. I can't be selfish just thinking about my comfort, while Rania and my future children have to endure the pain of my selfishness.

'\[The wife can file a divorce lawsuit with the judge if she experiences continuous suffering. Then, he can sue for divorce\]

My eyes are sharp, my heart is not broken. My chest tightened, Rania's face flashed in my eyes. I held back a circle of\-bull tears that were about to fall.

\[Not giving a living means not being able to sustain a wife in a macruf manner.  Even so, continued Shaykh Ibrahim Muhammad, in Islam divorce is something that can be done, but it is hated by Allah. So, on this issue should be known first the cause of the husband no longer gives a living\].

What kind of husband am I, a useless man, a man with no responsibility. I couldn't hold back my tears that started flowing down my cheeks, spilling unstoppable again. Rania, Rania, Rania. Forgive your useless husband.

I stood leaving the middle room towards the room. Opening the closet to take something boxy, is an album of our wedding photos 4 months ago. I looked one by one, sheet by sheet the good memories of that time. The happiness on both of our faces, all of our families were also dissolved in that happiness.

My hands stopped opening the album sheet, I was glued to see a photo where I was shaking my father-in-law's hand, asking his daughter for me to edit, and with determination you believe in handing over your daughter to me. My chest is getting crowded.

Imagine how great Rania's parents would be when her daughter did not feel any happiness when building her household with me. I can't give you what I'm supposed to give. Moreover, I can not keep my promise to Rania's parents, the promise that I will not make her sad, will not hurt her, promise will always make Rania happy. Allah forgive me.

Suddenly Rania's voice broke my daydream in the room. Apparently Rania has returned from Puskesmas.

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What will happen to Galih? Will she be aware of her responsibilities as a husband? Or is it just a moment's repentance. Keep following the story.

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