MY WIFE'S 100KG

Twenty

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"What does drama look like? Is life full of lies and nonsense? Just like my life." Ardians

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In Tasya's room, he just kept silent, sitting on the bed staring at the picture of Ali in his hand. Although many times his mother had thrown away even to his burning, still would not reduce the love that had been bleeding flesh.

"You still see this guy's picture?" Ms. Hana forcibly snatched a piece of the photo from her daughter's hand. Tear it up and throw it in the trash.

Tasya. "Mother! Why throw it away?" He got out of bed, took a photo of Ali there. Connect it to the floor, although not everything can return intact. "This is the only photo I have, let me keep it."

Bu Hana clucked in annoyance. "They've insulted you, son! Calling you a selfless woman, a hypocrite, a demon. What else do you expect from that guy? He doesn't even defend you at all. You better forget him! There are still many men who want to make you a wife, no need to wait for that man again. Five years is enough for a woman to wait. You gotit?" apparently, he did not want his son to go crazy just because of a man.

"Mother, here I am the guilty one who separated Ali and Ghumaisha. I shouldn't have been selfish, I should have let her be with the woman she loves, it should have been ...,"

"Should, what else! Never mind. I'm so nervous to hear your words. From tomorrow we go back to Surabaya, rather than you being a pathetic woman for four months for being left behind by an ignorant man!" said Ms. Hana firmly. Seeing her son suffer already made her head almost explode.

Feel not accepted. Tasya stood up, looking straight at her mother in anger. His eyes glittered sharply.

"Mother! Ali's not like that! How many times I've told you I'm the guilty one here. Please don't blame anyone, including Ardian, Ghumaisha and Ali. They are just victims of my selfishness. I ... have been aware and understand the words of Ali at that time. He doesn't want me to be away from the creator just because he loves it too much. Zulaikha loved the prophet Yusup As. He asked me to learn to love someone from Zulaikha. Because love comes when we are close to Him," Tasya explained, taking the Qur'an given by Ali which is still stored neatly. If that guy knew? Will his heart melt. Will he come back.

After their engagement broke up, Tasya locked himself in his room for days. He had no face to face with the Ali family, especially Ardian. Especially when there is news that Ghumaisha went crazy and it was caused by him. Be thankful that their families still forgive themselves, don't throw him in jail.

(Do you disobey God when you confess your love to Him? It's strange that such a situation. If your love were sincere, you would obey Him. For indeed, the one who loves is always obedient to the one he loves. Ali ibn Abi Talib)

"Mom, if only they didn't feel sorry for me. Maybe I'm in jail now" he said.

"Listen Tasya! If only you had been imprisoned by them! With your mother's own hands, they will regret what she did. They've smeared my mother's face with black ink. Cancel the engagement of the other side. You don't think we're shy, huh?"

Tasya held her mother's hand, trying to calm her emotionally.

"Mother ... please don't hurt them," she asked.

Bu Hanum who was dizzy with his daughter's way of mind could only sigh heavily, choosing to leave the room. Letting her think for a little longer, may her brain come back to work to stop expecting her love Ali.

"Love? Love what makes people suffer" grumbled Bu Hana outside Tasya's room.

***

Ardian's life is not much different from Tasya's. Worse and worse, it's good not to be cared at all by his family. Of course, they had already worked together to hide his wife. To teach himself the meaning of a wife to a husband. What drama is being played? Very amusing.

"You're funny!" one word he said the last time to the oma, when he came to tell his wife kidnapped Ali.

Oma scrunched her forehead. Wonder. "You're funnier, Ardian? Already torturing his own wife but still expecting her back. From you little this family never taught you to be an irresponsible man. I don't know where you're descended from? Because from your great-grandfather to your father, there's never been a story of a husband torturing his own wife!" repelled.

The man closed his eyes, holding in annoyance at Oma's accusations. Confused to have to prove in a way moreover, if he did not commit acts of violence at all. Has his name been stamped badly by everyone.

"I never tortured my wife, Oma. Even this hand never slapped him at all! Why do you guys keep cornering me like this? Are you guys really not happy to see us together again?!" accuse Ardian.

Oma nods. "Yes! We don't like. Because you can only torture people's children!"

"I want my wife back Oma and don't try to get in her way. It's the same as you've sinned!"

"Don't you not like his presence? Why ask him to come back, you better find a more attractive woman out there. So playboy and enjoy your life until old age!" Oma Syndicate. Ardian's hands clenched as much as possible to hold the passionate emotion in his chest.

"Why silence? You feel insinuated?"

Ardian growling. "Oma! I don't want my fate to be the same as Dad's. Abandoned wife because Oma was too organized!" he said unconsciously.

Oma was astonished, unable to believe her grandson could say that.

"Ardian?!" snapped Mr. Jimi.

Unwilling to argue, Ardian shook his hand. "That's it, if you're still hiding my wife! From today, forget that this 'family' has a son. I will find her in my own way. One more thing, I'm giving you back all your facilities. Money, wallet, car keys, grab everything. I don't need it!" Ardian kept it in Oma's palm. There was obvious shock on the old woman's face.

"Then I stopped you from working for Dad's company. You've been disguising yourself under the name Ian' right? you think we don't know?" said Mr. Jimi folding his hands in the stomach. Challenging the son, can he find a job on his own?

"Good! I don't matter. With my own hard work, it can definitely fund Jalal's life. We're going to Jalal!" invite Ardian, pull the hand of the child who had lowered his head in fear.

From the beginning he had suspected there was no way Ali would take his wife without a purpose from the family. It is the same as taking sins. All this time he's been a puppet, played with everyone. Totally ridiculous.

***

This is where the stranded Ardian is now a photographer of brides, enjoying a simple life with Jalal. Thank you for the blessings God has given me.

His skill in photographing quickly spread among newlyweds. Especially when you know that Ardian is a 'Ian' Photographer who has produced amazing images. Until it was called a high-level portrait. The results are always more than satisfactory.

(Love does not teach us to be weak, but to awaken strength. Love does not teach us to humiliate ourselves, but to exhale courage. Love does not weaken the spirit, but it awakens the spirit. Hamka)

"Master, Ian? What do we do?" ask a man standing with his bride. They will do prewedding located on the beach.

"Master?" the man began to get angry. They are still standing on the beach. Waves occasionally touched the newlyweds feet, while Ardian pecked at the spot drowning in daydreams.

"Master!"

Ardian flinched, then exhaled heavily. Rubbing his face rough. Aware of the daydreaming about the state of his wife who until now he has not found. His family completely distanced him from Ghumaisha, making him even more frustrated.

"Ah, sorry Mr. Hamid. Can we go on again?" ardian said with a guilty look.

"If you feel tired, we can rest first. How's it?" bargain bride tries to understand the situation.

"No need, Miss. We can continue, just a little reminiscing about the past." Honestly Ardian chuckled, greeted the bride's little laugh. The tense atmosphere slowly melted away.

Elsewhere a woman stood at a distance. His face was covered in a veil, his eyes were round, his body was slim and his attention was still focused towards shooting there. Sometimes he sees or supervises the movement of small children who are playing on the beach. Building sand castles that are not clear shape.

If the child laughs he will also laugh a little from behind the veil, as if there is himself helped make the sand castle that many times had to be damaged because of the waves. The corner of his eyes was watering, but he immediately wiped it.

"Let's go, Maisa. Before they came to their senses," asked a man, blocking the beautiful scene with his body.

"Allah ... Ali's. We go," Ghumaisa nodded slowly, lowered his head and walked first.

Sensing the presence of his wife, Ardian turned to see where Ghumaisha had gone. For the umpteenth time he was just a bitter smile, there was no way his wife was here. Found her. Making it back is not as easy as turning your palm.

"I miss you, Ghumaisha. When do you want to hide?" batin Ardian bitter.

(You've been gone too long, what's this like torturing a sinful man?

Isn't this unfair?

Why don't you try to forgive? And try to rebuild the household. We can learn from mistakes. Can, right?

You won't answer, I know that.

It's just a shadow)

***

After returning from the shoot as usual he took Jalal for a walk. Give her whatever she wants, though there's been a lot of games piling up in Ardian's apartment. But it feels unsatisfied, as long as the child he has considered his son still wants something else. As a father he wanted to give his best.

"You pick a toy that you like" Ardian told me to get excited, take it to a special place for children's games.

Instead of running to find a game, Jalal instead looked at a place like he had no intention of buying.

"Dad? Jalal has a lot of toys at home ...," lamented the boy was always just taken shopping. Though he wanted to be like any other family, cooking at home with his parents and that could not be expected from Ardian who could not cook at all.

Ardian scratched his nape. "Then, how do we shop for clothes?"

"No."

"Pantsy?"

Jalal shook her head in annoyance, "No!"

"Ah, your underwear?" ask her in a whisper.

The boy's face was bent. "Donellhhh ...."

"He just wants the family intact" said a soft, soothing woman.

These sounds?

The deg! Ardian's heart thumped at the exact same sound as his wife's. It seemed to be felt by Jalal as well, until he immediately scattered the woman's hug. I don't see who he hugs. Evaporating a longing that lasts for months.

"August ...." Jalal hugged the woman's leg tightly.

Slowly Ardian turned around, "Ghumais__" his voice choked when it was the veiled woman he met.

"Maisa, sir."

When the Hereafter is in the heart, the world will come with it. But if the world is in the heart, the Hereafter will not accompany it. It is because the hereafter is noble and generous, while the world is hina”

(Abu Sulaiman Ad Daroni)

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