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Episodes.20

This morning Aisha went to a boarding school by the driver. Iqbal reasoned that there was important work that he had to take care of, so he could not deliver his wife. Aisha tries to believe in her husband, maybe what he says is true.

Arriving at the boarding school, Aisha is approached by Nisa. The look on Nisa's face was happy. Since then, Nisa has been smiling.

"Why you? How come you smile like that?" Aisha sees a strange thing in her best friend.

"Ah Ais, I'm so happy to have met a handsome man. His name is Aldo. She said she got my number from your husband."

"Oh yes it just so happens that Mr. Aldo wants to meet a woman who is hijab. So, I'll introduce you" said Aisha.

"You are my best friend. Just know that my taste is a handsome, well-established man."

"But don't be too happy, Nis. At least you should know first how his personality and his ethics. I don't want you to choose the wrong partner" said Aisha giving advice to Nisa.

"Let's just relax, I'll try to find out everything about Aldo."

"Well good." then Nisa's gaze unintentionally looked at someone who was staring at them from a distance. "That's who? How do you seem to be watching us?"

Nisa looked towards Aisha. It looks like a man is watching them. Although she could not see her face, Nisa could tell who it was. From the glove that is worn alone it is already known if it is Fahmi.

"It looks like it's Fahmi" Nisa replied.

"Kok he's watching us? I'm curious." Aisha looked guessing.

"Okay, I don't know either. But lately he has been so friendly to me" said Nisa.

"Maybe he has a crush on you, Nis."

"Ah is impossible" said Nisa.

The chatter to the two halted due to the arrival of Ustadz Malik.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Sorry, Nisa, I have something to tell you" Ustadz Malik said.

"Waalaikum'salam, Ustadz" they both answered.

"Ustadz what do you want to talk about?" ask Nisa.

"If there's someone who wants to take you to Taaruf, will you accept it?"

"Who? Ustadz Malik wants to propose to me?" nisa asked spontaneously. He was really surprised to know if anyone wanted to’aruf with him.

"You talk like ngaco. I can't be polygamous, Nis. So, there is a santri who wants to’aruf with you. He's Fahmi, you know him too" Ustadz Malik said.

"Em how is Ustadz, but I don't like Fahmi" Nisa said.

"Love can grow over time. Look Aisha and Iqbal, they married without love but now their marriage is fine" Malik said.

"Let me try to talk to Nisa with four eyes, Ustadz" said Aisha.

"All right, then excuse me. Assalamu’alaikum," said Ustadz Malik.

"Waalaikum'salam" they both answered.

After the departure of Ustadz Malik, Aisha began to speak to Nisa. Nisa may reject Sholeh men like Fahmi. Surely many santriwati who hope to have a partner like Fahmi. Nisa should be grateful because she is the only woman Fahmi likes.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I know for sure you want to ask me why I rejected Fahmi. “Nisa noticed Aisha who had been staring at her since.

"True, why did you immediately refuse without considering it first?"

"Because I already have an acquaintance who is my dream man. You know yourself."

"You mean Mr Aldo?"

"true."

"Are you sure? Have you met?"

"Not been able to meet, but have never video call. But this weekend he's taking me to meet."

"Don't meet just the two of you. You better go home and ask Mr. Aldo to meet you there, ", Aisha suggested. He does not want to let his best friend alone with a man who is not his mahram, for fear of things that are not desired.

"Beres, I'll take care of it later," Nisa pointed her two thumbs up.

Aisha hopes that what Nisa chooses is the best for her. Because if Nisa is happy, then Aisha is happy too.

...

Aisha ventured to ask her husband. What really made him feel like he was sitting on it. Maybe there are words that he said wrong so that the husband inhabits him.

''Mas, are you angry with me?'' Aisha was standing not far from her husband who was enjoying a cup of coffee.

Iqbal put the cup he was holding onto the table, then looked at his wife. ''No, why?''

''I've seen lately Mas Iqbal's been sitting on me. I thought I was angry.''

''No, it's just your feeling.''

''Please don't dwell on me like this, Mas. I feel like you're starting to move away. Do you want to slowly walk away from my life?'' Aisha looked down sad. She doesn't want to lose a husband as good as Iqbal.

''Why do you think like that?''

''Yes because of Mas Iqbal's attitude that made me think like that, '' Aisha replied.

''Do you want me to be honest?'' ask Iqbal.

Aisha nodded her head. If honesty is able to solve everything, then he is willing to hear it. Whatever it was that her husband would say, Aisha was ready with her heart.

''So, I was jealous to see Azmi's photo in your wallet, '' said Iqbal.

''Astaghfirullah'aladzim, I forgot.'' Aisha patted her own forehead.

''What has forgotten?''

''Get that picture out of my wallet, Mas. I happen to have two wallets and the photo of Mas Azmi is a wallet that is rarely used, explained Aisha.

''So, not because you still love Azmi?''

Aisha approached her husband and hugged him. ''I'm sorry if it hurt your feelings all this time. My love for Azmi is slowly lost and replaced by my love for you.'' Aisha sobbed in her husband's arms.

Obviously Iqbal was shocked to hear his wife's statement. He did not expect that now his wife had opened her heart to him. Slowly Iqbal rubbed his wife's back.

''Thank you, dear. I love you.'' Iqbal landed a brief kiss on his wife's forehead.

''I love you too, Mas.'' Aisha let go of her embrace and looked at her husband's handsome face.

Iqbal cried haru, his feelings were so happy. Iqbal is happy because his love is finally avenged by his wife.

''What does it mean tonight we ....'' Iqbal gave the code with a blink of an eye.

Aisha nodded and then looked down. She knew the direction of her husband's conversation. Now Aisha was ready to give up her rights to her husband.

''Then now we go to the room!'' bring Iqbal.

''It's morning now, Mas. What do you want to do to the room?''

''Mas wants to check your nightgowns, '' said Iqbal.

''What's in check for?'' Aisha still did not understand what her husband meant.

''Just say it, come on!'' Iqbal held one of his wife's hands. Take her to the room.

Arriving in the room, Iqbal began to open the closet and look around at his wife's nightgown. There are only two red-colored lingeria. Maybe it was a gift from people too.

''Honey, later tonight you wear this yes, ''' Iqbal showed the lingeria he found to his wife.

''Mas Iqbal is not wrong? It's so small a shirt, man. Will it fit on my body?''

''Definitely fit dong, baby. You will also look sexy if you wear this lingeria, said Iqbal.

''But I'm ashamed, Mas.''

''In front of your own husband do not be ashamed. Let it be easier to open later if you use this lingeria.''

''Don't talk to me sum during the day, Mas. I'm going to go out, afraid you're afraid.'' Aisha got up from her seat and went out of the room.

Iqbal smiled at his wife. It looks pretty when you see him shy. Iqbal can't wait for tonight. Where he and his wife united the sanctity of their love.