Sakinah with you

Shafa's emotional outbursts

It takes a long time until Shafa can actually swallow his food well. A few scoops of warm chicken porridge made by bi Lastri managed to escape without him to take it back out. It seemed like his stomach could only accept soft food.

Like tonight, at dinner. Shafa did not touch anything available on the table. He only took enough food to eat Zizi and Am.

"Do you want to make more porridge?" Rayyan asked, who had not seen his wife eat anything.

"No need, I'm still strong" he replied, shaking his head. The problem with Rayyan made her appetite and mood completely messed up.

"Want to eat together?" Rayyan threw out her plate. He tried to lower his ego a little. His memory is so much better now. He remembered the habit of sharing food with his wife long ago.

"No, I'm really still full" replied Shafa who did not want to eat.

"Mommy's diet?" Asked Zaf, who was watching his mother.

"No, since when is mommy dieting?"

"Mommy a..." He opened his mouth wide to wait for the next feed.

"Oh, I guess mommy's dieting. Mommy is beautiful, so you don't have to diet. Isn't it dad?" Zafran swan threw a question at the father.

"Yes" replied Rayyan flatly.

Beautiful, until dad's giddy seven-round thinking about your mommy!

After finishing dinner, Shafa accompanies Zafran and Am to study, while Rayyan is back in the bus with her laptop. He looked very seriously at the flat screen in front of him.

It could work under these circumstances. If I'd have blanked it. O Allah is soft on the heart of my husband in order to forgive me.

"Mommy!" A small pinch awakens Shafa from his daydream.

"Yes? Am I drawing it?" Ask the son who looks sullen.

"Zizi naughty. Colet-colet the book" His sister while pointing at the sister who is cool to make scratches on her book.

"Am using this book?"

"Will do! Atu want bobo. Ahhhhhh!!!" Irritated shouting.

"Don't bother me, son" Tegur Shafa.

Hearing Am's call, Rayyan immediately got out of her chair. He approached his son who was sulking.

"Dad, let's go bobo" he asked as he wrapped his arm around his neck. As if not to lose Zifara also did the same to her mommy.

"Mommy bobo" he said.

Both ended up in their own beds. Am and Zaf in their room with Rayyan and Shafa in their room with Zifara.

Almost an hour after putting Zifara to sleep, Rayyan had not yet followed her into their room.

Doesn't Ray want to sleep with me? Inner Shafa miris. She had to solve her problem with her husband that night. Not wanting to linger with her restless and guilty feelings, Shafa takes her cardigans to cover up her tipsy and transparent evening gown. He went out of his room to his children's room. Maybe Rayyan overslept or accidentally slept in their room.

Slowly he opened the door handle that was not in the key. The room was dark and quiet. Shafa approaches the bed to his two children. He circulated his views all over but did not find Rayyan there.

Where's Ray?

His mind started to drift everywhere. May her husband leave the house or worse he leave her for the second time.

"Mas! It's Ray!"

With a furious feeling he sought Rayyan in all directions. Starting from the kitchen, bathroom, living room to the side terrace, but the results are nil.

Workroom and upstairs room! He forgot that his house had two floors. The two places are Shafa's only hope. He ran up the stairs and opened the door to his old room.

It's dark! Rayyan's not inside.

Shafa shifted towards the workspace. Before entering, she let out a long sigh and said a prayer that her husband might be inside.

Bismillah...

And right, Rayyan is still in her study. Wrestling with flat objects that used to be kerp he referred to as flat demons.

"Mas," he approached Rayyan who looked so serious. There was a sense of relief to see her husband still inside the house.

Rayyan stopped her activities, turning to the beautiful figure who had just entered her room. Shafa's white face looks red. Worrying can't be hidden.

"Yes..." Shafa dazedly ran over and directly sat on Rayyan's lap. He held his arm around Rayyan's neck while pacifying her face in the chest of the husband's field.

What he did was not because he wanted to tempt Rayyan. Shafa was too afraid of losing her husband. He was afraid that Rayyan would leave him because of his mistakes.

"Mas, don't go. Don't stay with me" The words escaped from his mouth.

"Mas, I'm sorry. Please don't fuck me. I'm wrong, I can punish me, I can beat me, just don't stay with me, I-" He can't continue his words that are so heartbreaking. As strong as a woman survives, she will be tired too if kept ignored.

"It's been... Let's go back to the room. You will be sick again" Invite Rayyan while rubbing the wife's head.

"No" Shafa shook his head violently.

"I don't want us to drag on like this. I want us to be like we used to be" said Shafa. She looked up at her husband's eyes. But that second Rayyan also turned her face away. Not out of hate, but out of not being able to see the tears on his wife's face.

More and more there was Shafa's cry in the soundproof room.

"Hate that you're the same as me? Until you wriggle me you don't want to. Am I too dirty for you to forgive?" Shafa's voice began to rise as his emotions began to spiral out of control.

"Shafa, you calm down. We're talking in the room!" He tried to calm his wife.

"What would you like to talk to? Since then I have always kept quiet. Sick mas! it hurts you to treat me like this. Everything I do is not just for myself. I'm doing all this because I love you, Mom. I don't want Ray working too hard, I don't want Ray to be sick. I don't want you to fight alone" he said in a voice that grew increasingly raucous.

Rayyan let Shafa take out all his uneg-uneg to make his heart plong. It is free to talk to someone in an emotional state.

Rayyan immediately carried Shafa in her arms when she saw the wife's eyes getting red. He landed a long kiss on his forehead.

"Shafa's intention is good, but Shafa's way is wrong" Rayyan said. Shafa tries to rebel releasing Rayyan's embrace.

"Please!"

"No!"

"Please Mas! I hate Mas Ray" Shouted Shafa.

"Why? Why can't you appreciate my sincere intentions, Mas. I hate you Mas!" This time the sound was mixed with the sound of an obnoxious cry.

"But I am dear. Very dear Shafa" Reply. Rayyan nausea understands the condition of the wife to make it can act much calmer.

"Lied!"

"Really!"

"I just want to save my wife from God's wrath" said Rayyan, who kept Shafa silent as a statue for a while.

"I love Shafa so much that I don't want anyone else to praise and admire him. Especially if you have Shafa. By Allah Mas unwillingly," Rayyan's words made a sharp arrangement of calamates that had lined up neatly on Shafa's head that he would throw into a void. It was so easy that his feelings changed.

Rayyan sounded a heavy sigh. Both of his hands were still holding his wife's head stuck to his chest. Maybe it seems less precise. But according to him, this is the right time to communicate with Shafa. He knew Shafa was listening to him.

"Whatever money a woman makes, it would be worthless without Ridho from her husband. Will not bless the path of a wife without her husband's pleasure.

"In a hadith narrated by imam Ahmad, it is told by friend Hushain bin Mihshan that his aunt once came to the Prophet shallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam for a purpose. After his affairs were finished, the Prophet shallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam asked him: “Do you have a husband?” he replied, “Ya.” He asked again: “How did you behave towards him?” he replied, “I never ignored it, except for something I couldn't.” He said what it means,

“Consider your position on him. Verily what determines your heaven and hell is in (your attitude toward) your husband.” (CHR. Ahmad: 18233)

"In this glorious hadith is affirmed by the Prophet Shallahu ‘Alaihi Wassallam about the great position of the husband before his wife. That the husband is Heaven or hell his wife. It means that if a wife is devoted to her husband, God's Heaven will always be waiting for her. On the contrary, if a wife disobeys her husband, then she threatens him. So it is very easy for a woman to get heaven and also very easy for a woman to get hell. And Mas, do not want Shafaku classified as a wife who has disobeyed the husband because of Shafa's lies"

"Would I be honest and allow it? I'm not maling Mas, I also pose or display the curves of my body. I'm just doing what a lot of people do"

"Don't forget that a woman's voice is Shafa's aurat. In fact, there is a difference of opinion on this. The voice of women can be heard by the opposite sex with the needs of the appropriate Islamic requirements and not excessive excess or not intended to cause lust"

“What a man and a woman have kept his honor, Allah has provided forgiveness and a great reward”. (QS Al Ahzab :35)."

"In such interaction, women are obliged to maintain honor because it is one of God's commands to guard themselves and honor. Including in terms of voice, women who speak beautifully may speak with the opposite sex but with the intention and purpose in accordance with Islamic law and not with the intention of attracting attention."

"Rasulullah said 'Don't you say if I did this, it would be like this and so it would be like this and like that”. (Moslem HR). Often we hear songs sung by female singers to make someone who hears feels excessive sadness because of the content of the song and become someone who wishes about daily life and about his destiny."

"For example, it is a song about a beautiful romance story like Shafa ever sung, to make someone suppose that they will experience this beautiful thing and be a little grateful for the blessings of God regarding the destiny in his life. The person becomes hopeful of becoming another happy person or wishes to have a beautiful story that makes others feel envious or want to be proud. That's not allowed."

"So everything Mas did was to honor Shafa as Mas's wife" Rayyan said, closing the explanation at length. He hopes Shafa really opens his heart to want to leave and remove the impressions that he thinks are more harmful.

"Shafa?" Rayyan called out to Shafa who was still silent in his arms.

"Hmm" replied Shafa lazily. She immediately felt weak to hear the husband's explanation.

"What will Shafa do after this? Hmm?" Rayyan gently rubbed the wife's back which looked calm.

"Clean-clean" answered Shafa lazily.

"Clean-clean?" Rayyan let go of his embrace and stared at the bead in his wife's eyes.

"Shafa wants to take a shower at night?" Either got inspiration from where, until he could interpret the word 'clean-clean' which Shafa said as 'Mandi'.

"Clean-clean channel" replied Shafa ketus while turning to leave Rayyan. There is a feeling of not advertising if harua delete all posts that start to produce rupiah coffers. But he is more inclined if he is called an ungodly wife who is free to go to Hell which fuels from rocks and humans. Naudzubillah...