Tears of Sholehah's Wife

Episode 9's.

Jihan was still sobbing herself in the kitchen, her tears could not stop, even the drops to wet the hijab she was wearing. If only he was weak in faith, maybe this second he would give up and stop hoping and run home to his parents. But since childhood he was taught to always strive and defend his own from kufr, and at this time that is what he did.

If people out there knew the story, they would say he was stupid, stupid or something. But Jihan does not care, because for her to pursue heaven and God's Ridho is the most important, let it languish in the world if it can make her happy in the afterlife. Because if the happiness of the Hereafter is grasped tightly, God willing, the world will also feel delicious. Wallahualam.

And the sudden appearance of Ammar, made Jihan hastily wipe away her tears.

“Nih, Mama wants to talk.” Ammar thrust his phone in front of Jihan, and he immediately grabbed her with trembling hands.

“Halo, assalamualaikum, Ma.” Gentle Hihan greeting.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, darling. How are you?”

“Alhamdulillah, Fine. Same mom Papa how are you?” Jihan asked a little nervously, as Ammar continued to look at her with a difficult to interpret gaze.

Is it possible that she felt sorry for seeing Jihan cry? Of course not! This is not the first time Ammar has seen him. He only gasped at seeing Jihan being able to play so nicely, as if everything was fine. She just cried.

“Alhamdulillah, Mama and Papa are also good. How's it? Do you live in Ammar's house? Did Ammar trouble you?”

“Aalhamdulillah's. I'm at home, Ma. Mas Ammar also never bother me really, he's good.” Said Jihan in a confident tone.

Once again Ammar was stunned to hear it, this woman he treated so badly could still cover up his ugliness and even praise him. What kind of woman is this Jihan?

“Thank God. If he's naughty, tell Mama, let Mama punish him.”

Jihan chuckles. “Iya, Ma.”

“Oh yes, dear. The plan is Mama same Papa want to send a housekeeper there, so you are not tired of taking care of your own home.”

“Eh, no need, Ma. I can take care of my own house.” Jihan refused gently.

“Indeed you didn't bother? Where to cook, clean the house, not to mention want to work and serve the husband. Keep an eye on who's shopping, washing and ironing?”

“I can do everything myself, Ma. This is also a stock of groceries in the refrigerator is still not exhausted, but later when it runs out, I can ask permission to go to the market to shop.” Answer Jihan. He had been used to doing homework since a long time ago, so it was not a difficult thing for Jihan. It's just that, the power is more drained because Ammar's house is very large.

And once again Ammar was stunned to hear Jihan refused all the conveniences offered by the Mama, she obviously did not want to live a good life by being a big Mistress who stayed sitting relaxed while enjoying the wealth of the in-laws.

Is Ammar's heart starting to soften? I don't know! But let's hope he realizes that he's wasted a wife as good as Jihan.

“You really are a good woman and wife, dear. Mama doesn't regret choosing you as a daughter-in-law.”

“I'm also lucky to have in-laws as good as Mama and Papa.” Reply Jihan with an expanding smile, her sad look seemed to disappear out of nowhere. Ammar only sighed hearing his words.

“Ya already, Mama hang up first phone yes. You guys are fine there. Oh yeah, don't give grandkids for Mama and Papa. Mama has been impatient this wants to pet the grandchild.”

Jihan suddenly looked at Ammar after hearing the last sentence of the in-laws, clearly Ammar also heard it because from earlier the phone call was on the loudspeaker by him. The goal is, so that she knows what the Mama is talking about with Jihan. And why is he still standing in front of Jihan, of course to make sure that his wife does not complain about anything.

A sudden awkward atmosphere, Ammar immediately turned his face away when his eyes met Jihan's eyes.

“Jihan? Why shut up, honey?”

“Yes already, Mama closes first, yes. Assalamualaikum.”

“Wa’alaikumsalam, Ma.”

“Sini!” Ammar snatched his phone right away after the call from Mama ended.

“You're really good at theatrics, huh? Pretend good turns out your skills.” Ammar said cynically.

Nah! It seems Ammar misunderstood Jihan's attitude.

“Mas, I'm not like that. I never pretended to be good. Everything I say and I do is sincere, Mom. I just don't want to make Mama anxious.” Deny Jihan. She tried to defend herself, hoping that her husband would stop misunderstanding her.

Ammar raised his eyebrows. “Oh yes? Do I have to trust you?”

“I didn't force Mas to believe me, I just didn't want Mas to accuse me carelessly.”

“You're still trying to cover up your rot. You think I don't know, you accepted this marriage and pretended to be good for money.” Accuse Ammar.

Jihan gasped, not expecting Ammar to accuse her of being so cruel. His pride seemed to fall and crumble because it was considered as low as that.

“Astagfirullah, Mom! You misunderstood me! I've never had such intentions.”

“If not money, then what more do you expect?” Indict Ammar.

Jihan was silent, should she tell the truth?

“Why silence? Are you confused as to what to answer? Crazy base treasure!”

Jihan is getting hurt by Ammar's words, maybe it's time she confessed something she's long since pityed, conveying a gift that God has long entrusted in her heart. Whether Ammar will accept it or not, Jihan doesn't care anymore. At least the husband must know his purpose in accepting this marriage so that he does not misunderstand.

Jihan took a breath, then exhaled it to gather all her courage to speak honestly.

“I hope for the Ridho of God through you and perfect my religion and worship with you. By God, I only wish it was from our marriage. So please don't take me this low and accuse me recklessly!” Jihan said with tears in her eyes and rushed away from Ammar.

Ammar was silent. Her heart was so full of Jihan's answer, she could feel the sincerity and hurt from the beautiful, wet eyes.

What happened to Ammar's heart? Why is there sudden compassion and guilt? Will he regret it? I don't know! But if the omnipotent turns of heart, it will happen.

Jihan ran into the room, leaning against the tightly closed door and crying.

“Astaghfirullahalladzim says. Oh my God, I hope this is not a mistake. Please help me to remain patient and sincere.” Jihan closed her eyes tightly, her tears falling more and more.

What else could she do at a time like this other than crying and being idle?

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