Tears of Sholehah's Wife

Episode 38's.

After traveling a long way, finally Jihan and her parents arrived in the city of Surabaya just as the morning dawn reverberated. The three rush down when the train has stopped perfectly, but no one realizes that Arif's cell phone fell and left in the passenger seat of the train that was occupied by Jihan and Salma.

They also prayed at dawn in a mosque not far from the station. After the prayer, Jihan and her parents rush out of the mosque and return to the station to look for Asep, a cousin of Jihan, who was sent to pick them up.

“That's Asep!” Jihan pointed at a tall man standing next to an old sedan. Asep was looking for them.

Jihan and her parents soon approached Asep.

“Assalamualaikum, Asep.” Sapa Arif's.

“Wa’ aleikumsalam, Pakde, Bude.” Asep's reply then greeted Arif and Salma. Then look at Jihan. “Hai, Jihan.”

Jihan simply put her palms together in front of her chest while smiling at Asep.

“You've been waiting a long time, Sep?” Ask Arif.

“Lumayan, Pakde.”

“Have morning prayers?” Ask Arif again.

Asep grimaced while scratching his head. “But Pakde. Later at home only, afraid of late.”

Arif shook his head at the reply of his most recalcitrant nephew. “Yes already, let's go! Let Asep can Pray at home.”

The four of them got into the car, and hurried away from the station.

Twenty minutes later, Jihan and her family arrived at the funeral home. Their presence was greeted by sobs of family tears.

“Assalamualaikum ..”

“Wa’ aleikumsalam ..”

“Mas Arif!” A black hijab-wearing woman named Aisyah immediately embraced Arif.

Aisyah is Arif's only biological sister who has been living with their late mother and helps take care of the porridge shop owned by her mother. Aisha was the mother of Asep and Joko.

“Emak is no more, Mas.” Aisyah blabbed inside in tears.

“Yang patient. We love our mother, but God loves us more. We can only resign when He takes His.” Said Arif while rubbing his sister's back.

“Already, don't be lamented! Ikhlaskan, let the road Mother airy.” Arif.

“Iya, Mas.” Aisyah let go of her embrace and switched to hugging Salma. “Mbak Salma.”

“That's patient, yes.” Salma returned the hug of her sister-in-law.

Arif also approached his mother who had been stiffened, opened the covering cloth and looked at the old face that was pale. A single tear fell but he quickly wiped it off. Then Arif raised his hand and recited a prayer for the woman who had given birth to him in this world.

“Allohummaghfirlahaa warhamhaa wa’ahaa wa’fu ‘anhaa wa akrim nuzulaha wawassi’ mudkholaha waghsilhaa bil maa-i wats tsalji wal barod. Naqqahaa minal khothooyaa kamaa naqqoitats tsaubal abyadho minad. Aamiin.”

Arif rubbed his face after reading the prayer and kissed the mother cold forehead. Salma and Jihan also approached Ratih's body and chanted prayers while wiping away the tears of sorrow that fell down.

“It is better Mas Arif and family rest first in Mother's room, must be tired after the road far.” Aisyah.

“I want to meet other relatives, let my wife and child rest.” Sahut Arif and go out of the house and join a group of men who are relatives and neighbors.

Jihan and Salma also decided to rest for a while in the room of the late house of Ratih, undeniably, their bodies felt tired. Moreover, Jihan who did not have time to rest at all since returning from the office. Jihan laid her body on the mattress while stretching her muscles, and suddenly Aisyah entered the room with a tray of two warm tea cups.

“Iya, thank you, yes.”

“Thank you, Bule.” Reply Jihan.

“Oh yes, why does husband Jihan not come?” Ask Aisyah.

Jihan and Salma looked at each other, confused what to answer? Should honest?

Seeing Jihan and Salma speechless, Aisyah became suspicious.

“Why? Is there a problem? Jihan and her husband are fine, right?” Aisya leaned the question curiously.

Jihan got up and sat down on the edge of the bed, she was downcast hiding her eyes that were beginning to be bathed in clear liquid. He wanted to lie, but his tongue was stiff enough to tell a lie.

“Mbak, what happened?” Aisyah turned to Salma whose face began to wither.

“I've been ingested, Bule.” Sela Jihan was quick before Salma could open her voice.

Aisyah. “Astaghfirullahalladzim! You serious?”

Jihan nodded weakly. “She has even taken care of our divorce.”

“Yes Allah!” This time it was not Aisha who was shocked, Salma was also shocked for mercy.

“Truely, Nak?” Salma.

“Iya, Umi. I met Mas Ammar and he said that he had taken care of our divorce, he also asked me not to attend the trial, so that the process is fast.” Said Jihan with a trembling voice. The tears he had sustained ended up falling as well.

“Ummi didn't expect Nak Ammar to do all this. You're patient, yes.” Salma hugged Jihan.

“What is it, Ma'am? Why would Jihan's husband run her over? Though they haven't been married for a month.” Aisyah was still curious.

“There was a misunderstanding between Jihan and her husband. Sorry, Ma'am can't tell and expose Jihan's household problems. Let this be our family secret.” Salma said carefully, afraid of offending Aisyah.

“Nothing, Ma'am. You have the right to keep your family problems a secret, but if your family needs our help, God willing we are ready to help.”

“Thank you, yes, Aisyah.”

“Sama-sama, Mbak.” Reply Aisyah.

“Jihan, you who are patient and sincere, yes. Surrender to Allah and do not drag on in sorrow. Maybe the way God separates is painful, but if not like this, you will never realize that he is not the best for you.” Aisyah continued while rubbing the head of Jihan who was now crying in Salma's arms.

Jihan just nodded.

Instantly the atmosphere of the three-by-three-meter room was blue, not only Jihan, Salma and Aisyah were also covered in tears.

Jihan pulls herself from Salma's embrace and stares into her mother's black bead. “Ummi, please don't tell Abi this matter. I don't want to make Abi sadder.”

Salma nodded as she wiped the trail of tears on Jihan's cheeks. “Iya, Son. We will tell this matter to Abi after it calms down.”

“Yes, Bule also won't tell anyone before you allow it.” Sela Aisyah while holding onto Jihan's shoulder.

Jihan forced a smile, then turned to hug Aisyah. “Thank you, Bule.”

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