Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

86. Come To Win

The two-story madrasah building is now crowded by members of the study. Either they come from anywhere, but the uniforms they wear indicate if they are from a certain area or from a certain study group.

We, several people came from the same village, using an open-top car to get to this madrasa. Here it is common to use an open tub car because in addition to cheaper rental prices also because it can fit many people.

"Well come with njai too?" ask a neighbor who is now simultaneously entering the madrassa. I smiled and nodded at her question.

"Now it's separated the more different yes, the more beautiful and stylish!" yells.

I responded again with a smile.

"Today, who sent flowers? I saw Bang Kurir bring a basket of flowers, beautiful flowers. From someone huh? not surprisingly, just split up already someone sent flowers!"

After that spread questions from other mothers responding to the conversation about the flower. Their responses varied, estimating who sent the flowers to me. In the end, there was a word I did not want to hear.

"Don't anyone wait for Ayu's widow. Duh, soon, after the iddah period is over, Miss Diah will hold another party, dong!" One of the mothers laughed while covering her mouth, the other various responses, some agreed and agreed, some also said that I was too soon to end my jail time that I had just lived.

"Mom-s, sorry. We are looking for a study, the time is on beautiful, neat and fragrant even the talk is so? Shame ah same madrasah. Especially later we will meet the famous ustad, right? As a member of Ustadz Zainudin Alamsyah's highly esteemed studies, the time of his speech is not filtered? Remember what Ustadz said last week, that ghibah is no good!" RT's mother spoke making some people who were there now silent.

"I'm just asking Ms. RT, just curious yesterday Ayu got flowers from whom," said someone who had spoken.

"Already ah, let's now go in. Not to go anywhere else!" Ms. RT grabbed Mom's arm earlier, taking her step into the madrasah building.

Behind the two of them we followed inside and looked for a place that was still empty.

For nearly two hours, the study was still not completed. To be honest, I'm getting sleepy. Somehow if I play HP all day I feel at home but hearing the lecture from the ustad in front of us this feels very sleepy. Was it because it was too comfortable to hear his talk? Or is my faith still weak? Ah, I'm sorry, mr. ustad.

It was noon when we came out of the madrassa building. The madrassa is located behind a large mosque in our city. The atmosphere is quite beautiful and comfortable when coming out of the madrasah with grass that is spread widely in the front area of the madrasah. These sleepy eyes were back to light.

"Eh, Yu. What if you were with Ustadz Zainudin? Listen again find a wife, you know!" a neighbor laughed softly.

"Yes, Yu. If you are proud Zainudin, be the wife of ustadz! Known to the public, again!" yell at the other.

Duh, the chatter of these mothers has deviated everywhere.

"Sorry, Mothers. Ustadz is a great man, famous again. How would he like, Ayu people do not know the same uztadz. Don't make it, ah!" I said to those mothers. We stepped into the car with this natural full AC.

"It's ah, don't go on. Ayu still wants to be alone," I said. I don't want those mothers to keep saying this and that.

We got in the car and went back to our village. While on the way, they talked about me. I was lazy to respond. I rested this head on the body of the car and chose to close my eyes, continuing my sleep event which had already filled my eyes.

Five days after the lecture, there was someone who came, no matter who. I just came home from the shop and saw three guests talking to Mom.

"Assalamualaikum" I said as I entered the house, walking with my hands down.

"Waalaikumsalam," answered the two men including Mother.

"Yu, save the groceries first. Here sit with us." Mother spoke while patting the empty place beside her. I immediately according to what Mom said just now.

Ms. Rahmi - our neighbor, who is also a study partner of Mother-in-law, was between the two guests. One old man with a black peci and turban on his shoulder and one man may not be far above me. They smiled as I sat next to Mom.

I looked at Mom, her face felt strange to me. Mom looked down as I looked at her.

"Look, Ayu. This is Kyai Amrul. Father of Ustadz Zainudin." Madam Rahmi started the conversation. Duh, it feels like this heart is suddenly not good especially when the gaze of the two men is pointed at me with a smile.

"Look, Ustadz Zain was looking for a wife. Ehm .. this ...."

"Mbak Ayu, please forgive us for our sudden arrival," Kyai Amrul spoke, cutting off Bu Rahmi's words.

"It's true as Ms. Rahmi said. We did come here for the purpose of asking, we mean .. want to ask and question Mbak Ayu's willingness to be the wife of our son," said the man named Kyai Amrul. I don't really know this Kyai, Mother who knows him because she often goes to school.

I looked at Mom, asking Mom to protect me from something like this, if only the one who spoke was the young man next to her I would have spoken up.

"Eh, Anu Pak Kyai. Ayu has just divorced her ex-husband. The Iddah period is not over. Time has been asked to be with Kyai," said the mother to Kyai.

"My son doesn't matter with Nak Ayu's status. He just wants to have a family and leave his soul mate to me. If it's a caro mate, he's shy." Kyai smiled at me, I smiled back then chose to lower my head, avoiding the old man's gaze.

"If ta'aruf had been what? After Nak Ayu finished with his iddah period we can talk again about the continuation," said the man persistent.