Tears of Sholehah's Wife

Episodes 3.

The time rolled quickly, not feeling the day that awaited Jihan finally arrived, the day where she would give up her single life and wade through the household to perfect her worship.

“I marry and marry you Muhammad Ammar Syahnan bin Yusuf Isaac with my son Jihan Rumaisah bint Arifin Ilham with dowry a set of tools Prayers paid in cash.”

“I received the marriage and marriage of Jihan Rumaisah bint Arifin Ilham with the dowry paid in cash.”

“Sah?”

“Sah!”

With one breath, Ammar uttered the Ijab of Kabul aloud. The thing he refused desperately, finally inevitably he did with a heavy heart to comply with the request of his parents to return the confiscated facilities.

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The atmosphere of Arif's modest house now looks crowded, some luxury cars perched in his yard, the solemn event runs full of. Arif was not even able to hold back the pace of his tears because he managed to marry the beloved princess.

The wedding of Jihan and Ammar was held modestly, only attended by relatives, orphans and neighbors. All of that was Jihan's request, because she didn't want to waste money and waste money just for a big party.

After reciting Kabul's Ijab, Ammar also read the taklik sighat. Then the two newlyweds did a condolence to both parents, and again the atmosphere of haru enveloped the whole simple room that had been transformed into the beautiful.

Congratulations and prayers continue to come from relatives and guests, hoping that the household life of the two brides is always happy and lasting until the posterity.

Jihan did not stop smiling, showing the universe that she was very happy because she could marry someone she had liked for a long time. Likewise with Ammar, he also tried to display his best smile even though he hated this situation.

“Congratulations, yes. May Sakinah Mawadah Warahmah.”

“May last until posterity, yes.”

“Quickly get momongan, yes.”

“May be happy always until death separates.”

Prayers and hopes are so sincerely spoken from everyone's lips. Jihan hopes that the prayers are affirmed by Allah SWT. Aamiins.

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The invited guests have returned home, the day has also begun in the afternoon. Ammar approached Joseph and whispered.

“What now can I get my ATM and credit card, Pa?”

“Didn't you just get your first paycheck, Papa thinks that's more than enough for now. So do you still need those two cards?” yusuf replied slowly.

Ammar hardened his jaw. “But I'm married, as promised, Papa will return everything.”

“Yes, Papa didn't forget that promise. But not now. Never mind, we'll talk about it again.” Reply to Joseph and rush away from his son.

Ammar was really furious because again the father played himself. With a mountainous feeling of annoyance, he approached Jihan who had been unceasingly smiling at all the guests.

“Couple all your stuff. We're going to my house right now.” Ammar.

“Loh, isn't ...” Jihan's words hang because Ammar interrupts.

“Quick packing! I don't want to hear your objection.”

“Iya, Mas.” Jihan nodded obediently and immediately moved from her husband's side.

Ammar was stunned when he heard Jihan calling him Mas, but he knew they were the same age.

“Loh, where are you going, Nak?” Salma asked as she saw Jihan leaving Ammar and entering her bridal room.

“Mas Ammar asked me to pack things, Umi. He'll take me to his house right now.” Reply Jihan quietly, afraid that others will hear.

“Why rush once?”

Jehan raises his shoulders. “I also don't know, Umi. Maybe Mas Ammar does not want to sleep here because his room does not have air conditioning.”

“Hmmm .. might as well. Yeah, hurry up and pack your things! Don't let Nak Ammar wait long.”

Half an hour later, Jihan came out of her room with a suitcase and a sling bag. Everyone was astonished to see her, Anita immediately approached the son-in-law.

“Jihan where you going?” Ask Anita.

“I want to take him to the house we will occupy, Ma.” Suddenly Ammar interrupted.

Jihan and Salma were astonished, which meant that Ammar did not bring Jihan to his parents' house, but another.

“Why rush once? Stay here overnight, redundant dong your bridal room.”

“Nothing. Maybe Nak Ammar can't sleep in this room.” Salma.

“Already, Ma. Ammar certainly do not want to be disturbed, this will be their first night.” And Joseph glared and provoked the laughter of all the people in the room.

Jihan was downcast with a face flushed with embarrassment, while Ammar only smiled meaningfully.

The two brides finally said goodbye, there was a feeling of sadness in Jihan's heart because this was the first time she would live apart from her parents.

On the way, Ammar was silent. The beautiful-looking man focused on looking at the streets without any intention of talking or just glancing at his wife, while Jihan was just downcast while playing her fingers in nervousness, this is the first time she has ever been alone with a man in the car.

The black Range Rover Velar car entered the gate of the whitewashed mansion, a middle-aged guard nodded and greeted Ammar.

Ammar stopped his car and asked Jihan to get out.

“Down!”

“Iya, Mas.” Jihan rushed down.

“Mang Jaja, remove the bag in the car continues to be located in the guest room.” Pinta Ammar is firm.

“Iya, Den.” Mang Jaja immediately carried out the orders of his master's son.

“You're in!” Ammar stepped ahead of Jihan, and the woman followed her husband.

Jihan was amazed as soon as they entered the house they would occupy, the mini-malis-style house was dominated by white and brown, the luxury items were neatly arranged. The two-story house felt big enough for the two of them.

But Jihan's daydreams broke when Ammar's voice grabbed her eardrums, and she realized that Ammar was staring intently at her.

“You know, from the beginning I didn't want this wedding, I already had a lover. But Papa's compulsion made me want to not have to agree.”

Jihan gasped at Ammar's words, feeling that a large rock had struck her chest, suddenly burning and disappointed. If he had known from the beginning that Ammar had to, he would have refused this marriage even if he liked the man.

“So you don't pretend to be my wife, 'cause I won't think of you anytime. Act and act with self-knowledge. Don't interfere in my affairs, for I also won't care about your affairs.” Ammar.

“But ...” Jihan's heart was getting sicker, quickly the clear liquid inundated her eyes.

“And one more. Don't try to complain to anyone especially our parents, or you'll regret.” Threaten Ammar without giving Jihan a chance to talk.

“This applies also to Mang Jaja! Beware if you dare to complain to Mama or Papa!” Ammar stared intently at Mang Jaja who was standing on the doorstep.

“I-iya, Den.” Mang Jaja nodded obediently.

Ammar stepped up to the second floor.

Jihan could not hold back her tears. Disappointed? Sure oes.

Which wife is not hurt if not considered by her own husband. But the rice has become porridge, Jihan realized, now she is a wife and it is appropriate to obey her husband and do his duty.

“That's patient, yes, Neng. Since the accident and waking up from a coma, Den Ammar is indeed so grumpy, but originally he was good, kok.” Mang Jaja tried to comfort Jihan.

“Iya, Mang. I know.” Jihan said while wiping her tears.

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