Naughty Wife Ustad Handsome
Get Out of the Village
It was far enough that Shamir walked away from his village. The sun made their journey so heavy. Shamir looked back to see if the woman was still following him. It turned out that the woman was still following him, while shaking off a hiccup.
“It’s your fault! If you didn't let me know last night then everything wouldn't be rich. Now look, I can't go back to Jakarta.” The woman swept away the tears that fell onto her cheeks.
“istighfar Mba's. If I didn't see Mba last night, Mba would be stuck in a car that almost exploded. We can't blame what happened. Maybe this has become the qada and qadarnya Allah, we must accept it with sincerity.” Answer Shamir.
“Receive you said? You understand that, don't you? Now our future is ruined! You have been expelled from your village and I am now forced to be bound by your marital status. How would my boyfriend feel if he knew about this? arrrghh!” the woman was angry with Shamir.
“I'm sorry if I caused any trouble Mba, I am also guilty in this regard. Now that I will accept the punishment, I will be responsible. I will take Mba back to Jakarta after that I will divorce Mba. I understand if Mba doesn't want this marriage to happen, neither do I. So I will release Mba if Mba is back with the Mba family. I hope the Mba family can understand and accept it.” Syamir.
“Do not take me to Jakarta. I also have a Villa here. You just anterin I go back there and we finish all this. Oh yeah, one more thing. You don't have to call me Mba, I'm still young. Just call me Yes okay?” obviously the woman.
“Good Yes, you also call me Syam only yes. All the villagers called me that. Then let's continue our journey.” Take Syamir.
“Jalan kaki again? Reluctant! I’m tired. What is public transport or cake? Should we continue to reach Villa? Tomorrow afternoon new time nyampe.”
“How else? There is no public transport here. Villagers usually use bicycles or private vehicles if they want to get out of the village. If Sya want not tired then we wait for a car that passes, it can also be a long time. Fear even dark hunt, let alone we are surrounded by the forest, afraid there are wild animals.”
“Iiih, you just make me scary now. But I'm really tired. Rest first huh?” shahira Rengek.
“Ya. In any time soon already want dzuhur, we all pray yes.”
“Shalat? God, I haven't prayed in a long time. You alone, anyways semalem I'm drunk, surely not accepted right prayer?”
“Astagfirullah. There is no reason not to pray. Even when you are drunk, you still have to pray. Yes, perhaps you will not get the reward of prayer for 40 days because of your drunken deeds but it does not abort your prayer obligations. You still have to pray Sya.”
“Emm, but I haven't prayed in a long time so I forgot to read it. I don't bring a mukena, let alone a change of clothes I don't bring. I didn't know something like this would happen.”
“Syam bring mukena and a change of clothes for Sya in this bag, yes actually this has the Mbok. Yes wear it. For the reading of prayers later Sham who guided.”
“arrghh, okay. But I don't want to wear your mother's clothes. Norak!”
“But the shirt is dirty, Sya must pray with clean clothes to perfect the prayer Sya.”
“okay Mr. Ustadz, whatever!”
Shamir and Shahira then stopped at a small hut on the side of the road that had long been left behind. Sham then looked for springs around the place for ablution. Fortunately on the shoulder of the road there is a trench that drains clear water. Syam then invited Syahira to take ablution water. Shahira who forgot the ordinance of ablution and then guided by Shamir to ablution degan true.
“It's easy Sya?”
“Easy you think. But this water is completely safe, right? I'm just afraid I'm not sterile.”
“God willing this trench water is clean. This water comes from the foot of the mountain which is flowed into the village. This water is clean because it comes from springs in the mountain directly and is not contaminated by any waste.”
“oh, good.”
Shamir then led the Shahira salat dzuhur. With a melodious chant of reading and a slightly elevated voice Shamir guided the Shahira prayer reading. Shahira followed every reading and movement of Shamir prayer in an orderly manner. Finish the Shamir prayer and then read the prayer and guaranteed by Syahira. You could say it was the first time Syamir and Syahira prayed as a married couple. Shamir then reached out his hand, Syahira looked confused.
“What?” Syahira looked astonished.
“After prayer, I must kiss Syam's hand. This is a form of respect for Sya to Sham. Syam is now the husband of Sya.” Shamir clearly still stretched out his hand.
“Have to be so?” Syahira seems a little reluctant.
“Iya Sya.”
Syahira also in the end obeyed the orders of Shamir. They also pack their things again after they finish praying.
“Sya, you're prettier if you wear that outfit.” Syamir spontaneously praised Syahira's performance.
“It's Sya's robe. You are more suitable to wear such clothes than your previous clothes.”
“I know if this is a dress. Just the model is not very. Are you blind or what? Gini-rich old clothes are arguably better than my dress?”
“Gamis is neat and more covered than your previous dress shirt. Because now I am your husband I have an obligation to remind you of your letter Sya.”
“Eh, inget yes! I had to marry you. Anyway, we'll be apart soon, so don't be so smart and want to manage my life. Set up your own life.”
“Astagfirullah, istigfar Sya.”
“Ah, end. I am lazy to argue with you. We want to continue the journey or not at all? Even a lot of talk.”
Shamir can only stroke the chest, the female Shahira in front of him is very different from Zulaikha. But it is Shamir's fate to be with Syahira at this time. What about Zulaikha? will he leave and forget Shamir after what happened to Shamir? Shamir can only be patient and try to summarize all the possibilities that will happen.
Shamir and Shahira then continued their journey. It was late afternoon, but the villa was still far away. Not to mention all day they have not eaten or drank. Syahira is starting to look weak. The road is getting slower.
“Sya, let's take a short break huh. Seems like I'm exhausted.” Shamir then invited Syahira to sit on a big rock.
“Drink first Sya.” Shamir then took out his half-filled drinking bottle.
“Sya, your feet why?” Syamir was shocked when he saw Syahira's bruised leg.
“This is because of the heels I used. Nysel deh I use heels if the edges will kayak gini.” Syahira then released her heels.
“Ya already, wear Sham sandals only yes. Here!” Shamir then let go of his head and gave it to Syahira. Syahira then accepted it.
“No papa? Keep on using what dong?”
“Alah, I'm used to walking without sandals.”
Syahira looked at Syamir for a while, in Syahira's heart he felt overwhelmed by Shamir's actions. There are rarely such men.
While on the road Syamir accidentally stepped on a broken glass. His feet shed a lot of blood. Shamir then stopped his steps. He grimaced in pain as he pulled the broken glass out of his leg. Syahira did not seem to have the heart to see the wounded Shamir. He took one of the clothes out of the bag and ripped it off. The torn cloth of the shirt was then used to wrap around the wounded Shamir's legs. Syahira looked shrewd in dressing Syamir's wounds.
“You can lose a lot of blood if left to continue like this. Wait, since this is in the forest there should be a wild plant that can treat your wounds. I'll look for him. You wait here ya.” Syahira then look for herbs that grow wild around his place now. He finally found it, he then plucked the leaves of some sheets.
Syahira then crushed the leaf and applied it to Shamir's wound. Eventually the bleeding in Syamir's wound stopped.
“Thank you Yes. You look good at treating.” Syamir.
“No problem, after all you have lent me your sandals. So just think of this as a favor.”
Shamir then laughed when he heard the answer from Syahira.
They then continued their journey again. Finally, after a long walk, they managed to get out of the forest. Started to see some houses that were on the side of the road. Shamir then decided to stop at one of the street stalls to buy some food. Fortunately while leaving the Mbok has packed the items that Shamir needs and some pocket money. At least enough for the next few days.
“This, eat.” Shamir offered Syahira a packet of bread.
“Thanks.”
They filled their empty stomachs this morning.
“Usually there will be an ojek passing by here. Let's just wait here. Will be coming soon.”
Soon ojek came. It turns out that the stall is also the base for some ojek around here. Syamir and Syahira then continue their journey by riding an ojek. The distance from the shop to the villa belonging to Syahira is not too far so before sunset they have arrived there. Syahira was so happy when he arrived at his villa. Finally he was able to return to his original life after he got lost far away to the remote village. But Shamir feels otherwise, now he will part with Syahira here. Somehow Syamir felt heavy hearted when he had to part with Syahira. Their marriage lasted only a day. Shamir must be turned on Syahira immediately. Shamir is also confused where he will go after this?
