My Fans A Ustadz

4. Before Arman died (Tercabik)

"Astaghfirullah."

"Yes, God." I screamed when I accidentally hit a man. I rubbed my forehead and felt a little pain from hitting something in the man's body.

I grumbled in my heart thinking what I had hit so I felt this kind of pain.

"Sorry."

My eyes are still in a down state. I knew the voice just now, the handsome ustadz tausiyah giver earlier. Instantly I swallowed the saliva violently because it had hit him.

Again I cursed myself for not seeing the way. "I'm the one who should be apologizing, Tadz. I focused on seeing the big billboard because I read the full name of Ustadz" I replied honestly. However, the next second I swerved. Both of my hands swayed shut his mouth and I looked up at the eyes of the handsome ustadz I just knew named Adnan.

He smiled thinly.

L'm.. I should how?

Replying to her smile or looking back?

But, if you look down it is a pity to waste this opportunity.

"Already adzan, let's wudhu."

So soft.

"Two?" Strange questions just came out of my mouth. I turned my face and closed my eyes in shame.

"I go first, ukhti."

I nodded because I was embarrassed. A long breath accompanies the initial step back to the bathroom for re-wudhu.

"Nothing now call me ukhti. But, if we meet again call me Zaujati. Should, huh?!"

I shook my head after saying that joke. I know that speech is prayer. But, hoping to be true was impossible because I was married. My hope is now, may my husband change for the better.

I saw Ustadz Adnan among the men. Ah, she nodded and smiled faintly at me. I looked back and saw that there was still someone else there because of fear at Katain Gede Rasa. But, there is no one behind me. That means Ustadz Adnan greeted me.

"Whoa."

I entered the Mosque and immediately put on the face, standing at the third shaf because the first and second shaf were full.

Masya Allah. Her voice is so sweet. My heart trembled at the sound of Ustadz Adnan. If only my husband would pray and become my prayer priest.

A few moments later, the prayer was finished and ended. I immediately opened the face and folded it and returned it to its original place. For a moment I saw that Adnan was talking to our vice president and our local officials.

I went home because it was too late. My heart was still parched thinking my husband was home while I was still outside. She must have been angry even though I had explained what I was doing outside the house.

As expected, my husband arrived home first.

"Assalamualaikum," I said and saw my husband turning with his fierce face.

"Can't you just stay home? work husband, family wife" said my husband always ketus if I make a mistake.

"I went to Masjid Raya, mas. I told you yesterday with you" I said. I hope Arman understands my delay in coming home.

My husband stared hard at me. It's always like this if I refute his words. Though I just wanted to be understood because I left not go weird. Go to the Mosque, to the House of Allah SWT.

"Remain less work go there? I think there is no other work," he said ketus increasingly make my heart sore. I no longer answer because I prefer to enter the room changed clothes.

In the room I could only sigh holding back all the turmoil I had endured all this time.

Is this a marriage that many women envy?

Even I myself am tormented every day my mind continues to be torn apart.