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Zenia ran into her house, she did not even pay attention to her three children calling her, Zenia kept her feet up the stairs one by one, she was still crying.
While Zahran also followed his wife, but when passing through the family room Zahran was summoned by the King.
“Ba, why are you crying ??” asked the King confused, the reason the King saw Zinia rubbing her eyes while climbing the stairs.
“Not why darling, mother again not feeling well, so her eyes water” Zahran forced to lie to her child, she just did not want her three children know her problems.
“Oh so yes Ba” the innocent King just believe in the words of his Baba.
“Ampuni servant yes Allah for having to lie to them” inner Zahran sad.
“Ya have you guys toys again yes !! Baba wants to go up first Bunda” said Zahran Gently.
“Evet baba (yes Baba)” answers her three children.
Zahran smiled, then he stepped out his legs leaving his three children who continued to play.
Zahran stood in front of his room, before knocking on the door of Zahran's room took a breath first.
Tok---Tok--Tok “Sayang Byby logged in ya” said Zahran.
But there was no reply from Zania, so Zahran ventured in, Ceklek door was open, Zahran could see his wife sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders up and down sign he was crying, Zahran could see his wife sitting on the edge of the bed, there is guilt in Zahran, why all this time he did not want to tell his mass to his wife.
“Sayang” call Zahran slowly.
But Zenia did not budge, she was getting as hot as her cries, thus making Zahran feel pain.
“Sayang” back Zahran calling, even himself already sitting next to the wife.
“Pardon byby dear !! byby tau byby is wrong, because so far byby has never told of past events byby”, explained Zahran felt guilty.
Zinia turned her head, her face was swollen from crying, even the tears were continuing to slide rapidly, slowly Zahran's hand was raised, her thumb was wiping away his wife's tears, the instant Zenia hugged Zahran, crying on her husband's chest.
“Nia was afraid by, Nia was afraid of Hiks-Hiks-Hiks, Nia was afraid of Nia's past events repeated again” Zinia kept shedding her fear to Zahran..
“Pardon byby dear !! sorry because byby never told me about Byby!!” reply Zahran while rubbing the back of the wife with love.
Zenia let go of her embrace, she looked at her husband's face.
“Byby won't leave Nia right ?? byby won't betray our marriage right??” ask Zinia streak.
“Astaghfirullah, God willing will not love, byby loves you very much, byby will not betray our marriage, trust the same byby yes !! ”
“Nia was just scared by, Nia was afraid of the events in the mass Nia repeated again”
“InsyaAllah no dear, it will not all be repeated again”
Zenia hugged her husband again, then she recalled Ica's willing words if she became Zahran's second wife.
“But by, she said that she was willing to be the second wife of Byby” said Zinia while releasing her embrace.
“Honey byby horrified !! although she is willing to be a second wife byby, but byby who is not willing to make her a second wife, byby also does not want to hurt you, either, byby is very and very fond of you” said Zahran while removing his wife's tears.
“Truly by ?? byby won't beat Nia, will he??”
“Thank you by” reply Zenia who also expressed her smile.
“Sama-sama dear, we went through everything together yes !!” .
Zahran and Zenia looked at each other, shedding love between them, Zahran knew that in marriage there would be problems, and Zahran wanted to go through all her household problems with Zenia.
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In indonesia-------
That afternoon after Friday prayers, Gibran was called by Abi Kyai.
“Assalamualaikum” exclaims Gibran when entering the main house ponpes.
“Walaikumsalam” replied Abi and Umi.
Gibran immediately shook his hands, with an expanding smile Abi told Gibran to sit down.
“Please sit down Nak Gibran” said Abi politely.
“Thank you Abi”
Gibran sits on a long sofa, while Abi sits on a single sofa.
“Begini nak Gibran Abi want to discuss about your request problem at that time” said Abi.
“Iya Abi, Gibran is ready to listen” reply Gibran, somehow there is a sense of nervousness when Abi will discuss the problem of his request to find a wife.
Then Abi released a photo of a woman with her white robe combined with a black hijab.
“His name is Roudhotul Lila, commonly called Lila, he is Kyai Ghufron's son who is in east Java, a girl who is still 24 years old ”. Abi said gently.
Gibran noticed the photo of the woman, she was very beautiful with her white robe.
“What is Gibran worth side by side for him Abi ?? it feels so perfect, not with this sinful Gibran”
While Abi was silent he noticed Gibran, he did make a lot of mistakes in the past, but not for now, Gibran has changed greatly, his worship has been diligent, his worship has been diligent, makes Abi convinced that Gibran deserves to be with Lila.
“Gibran, all those people must have done something wrong, not the man his name if not escaped wrong, the important thing is Gibran has tried to change, he said, and Abi has also told all about the mass of Gibran and the current status of Gibran is a widower of one child, but Lila accepts everything sincerely, as well as Abi nya” explained Abi.
“Then Abi's mother ?? does he also accept Gibran ??”
“His mother has been dead since Lila was 10 years old, so how are you willing to be with her ??”
“Can Gibran ask for Abi time ?? Gibran will perform the evening prayer first, asking for guidance to Allah SWT” asked Gibran to make Abi smile.
“Bby, Abi give you time 1 week, Friday ahead Abi wait for his answer”
“Thank you Abi”
After the conversation, Gibran also resigned to resign, not forgetting he brought a photo of a girl who was introduced to him earlier.
Gibran stepped his feet out of the main house ponpes, there is a sense of happiness when there is someone who is willing to accept all his shortcomings.
“I have to steady myself so that I am worth it with his” Gibran said in his heart.
Gibran continued to step, sometimes he smiled when there were santri who greeted him, there were even some santri who called him Ustadz.