
The Prophet said:
”The right of the husband to his wife is that the wife does not preclude her husband's request even while on the camel's back, not fasting even a day except with his permission, except obligatory fasting. If he continues to do so, he sins and is not accepted by his fast.
She cannot give, so her reward is for her husband and her sin is for herself. She cannot leave her home except with her husband's permission. If she does so, then Allah will curse her and the angels scold her again, even though her husband is a pious man.” (HR Abu Daud)
Ilham sat in the corner of the mosque not far from his in-law apartment. Hear a lecture from one they call ustad. Coincidence discussed is the rule in the household. One of the things that becomes a discussion is when the wife leaves without the permission of the husband.
Just as the problem is right now. When Tiara left without her permission, if she went to her parents' house she did not forbid. But his wife even joined a group that he thought was not important.
Inspiration realized that he still had many shortcomings including in educating his wife. All this time he's been following Tiara's wishes. Sometimes he gets a reprimand from his mother. Because according to Mama Mila the wife who is too pampered will run later. For Ilham, what was done was still standard, he even considered the fear of the mother too excessive.
The flashback
"Mas"
Tiara hugged the back of Ilham who was still occupying her. Feeling that Tiara was being silenced took off her embrace slowly. Her brown eyes swirled down, as if knowing the cause of her husband's residence.
"Ti, you I delivered to Fatimah's mama, yes."
Inspiration rose from the hotel bed they had just come to. According to Ilham, it is better to evacuate to the hotel first. Because this is a household problem, Ilham did not want them to know this problem.
"Mas."
Sounded a soft voice. A voice that felt pain when she heard her husband would take her to the house of papa Adolf. His hands kept folding each other a sign of unease. Tiara rose up to follow her husband.
"sorry"
Ilham turned to look at his wife who was still looking down. Slowly he lifted the face of the woman who had filled his days.
"Who am I?"
"meaning?"
"Who am I to you, siti?"
"You're the man who filled my heart since you dated Gita, you're the man who made me endure to shift the figure of jonathan as the daughter-in-law of mother choice, she said, but you're also the man who broke me when I found out you broke my best friend, you also made me sick while you still loved the gita, you also made me give up because you were engaged to Jihan's sister."
"Is that how bad I am in your eyes? I didn't discuss our problems in the past. All I want to ask is, I'm in my position now?"
Tiara lowered her head. She was afraid to look at her husband's angry face.
"You're my husband. The man who has justified me. You are my Imam." he replied beginning to sob.
"Mas, I'm sorry. Not that I don't obey you. I just want refreshing. I was bored at home alone, mas.I didn't want to come there either. But Lani's mom came to pick me up. I think it's a pity that Lani is pregnant tired of picking me up. That's why I want to come.
If I knew they were holding a march, I wouldn't want to come with them."
"But at least you said the same to me, no! I am your husband. Everything that happens to you is my responsibility. It's not your parents' responsibility."
"I've contacted you, ma'am. But you never lift. Two days I was lonely at home, mom.
Many wives are doctors. No matter how busy they still have time for their children and their wives.
Is it wrong if I want to refresh once in a while? Is it wrong that I also need this super busy husband? I just want you to have time for me, Mom. That's all."
" So because you feel like you've been calling me just as you want to play away. Ti, have I ever denied you? No, kan. But at least you're permission same me, ti. You're pregnant again, if something happens to you and our child, I'm the one who'll blame your family."
Inspiration takes a long breath. Occasionally glanced at the wife who still looks pale and limp.
"You don't think it made me sad, Mom. It still feels like the man is pulling my hand by force, just because he feels paid for by Lani. You think I can breathe a sigh of relief because I survived the incident. No, mas! But when I was in need of support or support you spoke as if accusing me."
Inspiration goes out of the room to calm down. During her innate room emotions recalled what Tiara had done.
O Allah forgive the servant. Slave is not a good husband for siti. Forgive the servant who was emotional to her.
Servants have not been able to educate my wife to be a godly wife.
📞 Mas, let's go home to papa Adolf. Maybe we should just introspect each other first.
Going home?
Inspiration only pecked when his wife asked to go home to her parents.
His feet turned to the room to meet his wife.
clique
"Well, you guys are home? here to sit. Mama's already prepared a special menu for mama's children." Mama Fatimah welcomed the arrival of the princess and her daughter-in-law.
Their steps moved from the front door to the dining room. After taking his wife's seat, the inspiration moved towards the refrigerator, vertical the ice water while looking at Tiara.
Their eyes were looking at each other from far away. Tiara knew her husband's heart was still hot with last night's incident. She only hoped that her husband could act ordinary in front of her parents.
Inspiration that still stands in front of the refrigerator while carrying a mineral bottle. He was worried about the bruises on his wife's face, afraid that her in-laws were thinking things through.
"Papa's son is home." Adolf appeared to kiss the princess.
Inspiration stunned to see Adolf's arrival. He was afraid Adolf would see bruises on his wife's face. The bruise he accidentally committed, when Tiara prevented himself from beating the man "husband brondong" his wife. Ilham bowed. Resign if you have to face the tantrums of his father-in-law.
"Ma ... Pa ... Mother ... Ilam went to the mosque first. It's Ashar's already."
Flashback Off
Ilham sat in the mosque. Waiting for the time of Azan ashar while waiting for Ilham to sit near a man. The man who is believed to be an ustad.
"Assalamualaikum ustad" Ilham sat in front of him.
"Waalaikumsalam, young man. Can I help you?"
llham corrected the style of sitting to make it look more polite.
"My name is Ilham sir. I'd like to have a little opinion about the problem I'm facing."
With great authority, he smiled.
"Please son, there may be something I can help you with"
inspiration breathes its weight. I hope there is a solution to the problem.
"If a wife goes out of the house without her husband's permission. What should my husband do?"
"Look, brother Ilham.
God warns women to stay home.
The Apostle SAW said: “No wife hurts her husband in the world unless she talks to her husband with sparkling eyes, do not hurt him (husband), so that Allah does not antagonize you, if your husband is hurt then he will immediately separate you to Us (God and Apostle).” (HR Tirmidhi of Muadz ibn Jabal).
If a wife asks her husband for permission to go to the mosque, then her husband forbids her to go, then obey the words of the husband, the innocent husband forbids the wife to go to the mosque, because the Prophet of Allah shallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam himself has said to the women:
“Shalatnya one of the people in his makhda’ (special room used to store valuables) is more important than his prayer in his room. And his prayer in the room was more important than his prayer in his house. And his prayer in his house was more important than his prayer in the mosque of his people. And his prayer in the mosque of his people is more important than his prayer with me”. (CHR. Ahmad, Ibn Khuzaimah and Ibn Hibban in their second shahih.Assy-Shaykh Al Albani in Jilbab Al-Mar-ah Al-Muslimah Hal .155)
Legs of inspiration are already in front of the door of her in-laws apartment.
"Whatever the reason, it's unethical for a husband to do this to his wife."
"But, pa.She accidentally, she did that to defend me, pa."
The legs of Ilham instantly limp for a moment.
Seriate.