Naughty Wife Ustad Handsome
Jakarta
“Syam, soon we will reach Jakarta. If you remember, there are so many things that we have been through. I can only say a deep thank you. What we've been through all this time, I think it's also changed the way I look at the world. By The Way, we don't know each other well enough. All I know is you are just a village ustadz who lives alone with your mother and.” Syahira then stopped his words.
“Dan?” ask Syamir.
“And if that night you did not meet me then you will marry another woman named Zulaikha right?” Syahira's face turned flat.
“What I just said is true, but let Syam add it. Syam is a 27-year-old young man who lives in a remote village in the land of Java and has a mother named Mbok Wasih. Syam's father has died since Syam was still in the womb of the Mbok. So Syam was raised by Si Mbok alone. Syam was schooled by Si Mbok to Madrasah, then to Pondok Pesantren in Bandung, then Syam got a scholarship to study in Egypt.”
“Actually after finishing studying from Egypt Syam get an offer to teach at one of the Private Universities in Jakarta. But Syam refused, Syam chose to practice the knowledge that Sham got in the hometown of Sham. It is not a thing, Syam only teaches village njai in the mosque. For additional Syam also worked in his field Pak Lurah, yes quite, enough for Syam and Mbok. Article Zulaikha...”.
“It’s okay if you don't want to explain. I also understand Sham. Without you explaining I've been able to understand how you feel about Zulaikha.”
“Now, my turn. I'm actually a doctor. I am twenty-five years old now. Being a doctor was not my choice, my father forced me to. Since I was the first of three children, Dad always emphasized his expectations on me. My father was a government employee, he was a minister. But it seems that he is no longer, maybe now he is in prison. My mother was a hedonist socialite. Can you imagine how my family is? Honestly, there has never been any happiness in our family.”
“Every day my father and mother always fight, whether since when they started, I don't remember. As for my sisters, they are busy with their own world. My first sister was a college student who also worked as a top model and beauty influencer. She’s never speak to me. Rarely, I am busy with my work and he is also busy with his world. While my last sister was in Singapore, she was seventeen but she was already a second-semester student at NTU. Since elementary school he has always been accelerated, he has always been the smartest student in his school. He is always busy with his books so we rarely talk.”
“Only am I the only one who is a mediocre father. That's why he always presses me. That night my parents had a big fight, and that seemed to be the peak. The next day you ran away with my boyfriend, Edward, to my parents' villa in Java. I ran away because I was fed up with the quarrel between my parents. But, that night even happened something unexpected to flatten me and you get to this point now.”
Syahira ended the story. Shamir was so touched when he heard the story from Syahira. He just found out who his wife really is. Now Syamir knows the reason why Syahira behaved unkindly and away from religion. It turned out that he had a family that never guided him in religion. Not to mention the family's less harmonious condition. Syamir now feels sorry for his wife.
“Sya, after all this Syam please Sya change. Sya will become a better person and become one of the doors of guidance and happiness for the family Sya.” Syamir.
“I don’t know. Even the two of us cannot be sure what will happen after this. will we still be together or not?” He ended his speech by resting his head on Shamir's shoulder.
“I drowsiness Syam. Huaaa (Shahira evaporates).”
The night was getting late, the drowsiness hit them both. They eventually fell asleep among the pile of vegetables that were transported by a car to Jakarta. The cold night air made my hair stand up. Shahira who could not stand the cold air immediately shivered. Syamir sparingly and then rescue Syahira with his sarong and jacket.
The next morning they were awakened by the sound of the driver waking them both up. With their eyes still cursed, they woke up. They were told to go down by the driver.
“Mas, Ma'am, get off first. We pray at dawn first after that we have breakfast.” Said the driver.
“We just got where Sir?” ask Syamir.
“Di Lake Mas.”
“Oh, still far away turns.”
“Yes iyo. But I'm used to it, going back and forth to Gunung Kidul-Jakarta almost every week. Yo wes meh we search nearest mosque.”
They all went to the nearest mosque. Kumandang azan is still mutually unpretentious from one mosque to another. Make the atmosphere of dawn so crowded at once peaceful. Not to mention the cold and fresh water guruyan managed to make drowsiness disappear instantly. After the last iqomah was proclaimed they also performed congregational dawn prayers.
The next morning they drifted to one of the rice stalls lined up on the side of the road. The morning atmosphere is always busy. People who are preparing for work, preparing to go to the market, to school and other activities. Likewise with this dareah.morning in this area is very crowded, the rice stalls they visit are also crowded. The table is full of people having breakfast before leaving for work and outside is also full of order queues for breakfast at home. The food stall they visited was a medium-sized warteg.
Syamir and Syahira then sat in an empty seat, coincidentally close to the tv installed in the warteg. The TV is now broadcasting morning news. Most of the news brought was about shophouse fires, crime in big cities, lack of water and the price of basic food. The latest news broadcast about a minister who was entangled in a corruption case. Wait, isn't that Syahira's father? Syamir then set the face Syahira. The woman pretended not to hear and saw the news.
The news showed Syahira's mother who was crying because of the case that befell her husband, she also told about the disaster of her eldest daughter who disappeared. Wait, isn't that Syahira? Now Syahira really drowned her face under the table. In the news, Syahira's mother said that her daughter had not returned home after a tour to their family's private villa. He said if Syahira does not return home within two days from now then he will report to the police with a missing person report. Syahira was immediately aghast, he immediately raised his head from under the table. Didn't know her mother would go this far.
