Tears of Sholehah's Wife

Episode 4's.

Jihan waited in front of the room she was going to live in, because Mang Jaja was putting her bag into the room.

“I've already located inside, Neng. If Neng needs anything, just call me. I'm always standby in guard post.” Mang Jaja said politely.

“Thank you yes, Mang.” Reply Jihan.

“Then I excuse you first.”

“Iya, again thank you yes, Mang.”

“Sami-sami, Neng.”

Mang Jaja also passed from the front of Jihan, after the middle-aged man left, then Jihan stepped into the room.

Her net was to pay attention to every corner of the white-painted room, there was a king-size bed, a three-door wardrobe, an ornamental table and a door she believed was a bathroom. This room is much nicer than the room at home, hopefully also just as comfortable.

Jihan immediately took off her clothes and all the accessories she was wearing, then stepped into the bathroom. His body feels sultry and sticky.

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After finishing bathing and praying Magrib, Jihan came out of the room wearing her home gown along with an instant hijab. She is not used to removing her hijab if outside the room, especially in front of men who are not mahrams.

Jihan steps down, she will carry out her first task as a wife, cooking dinner for her husband. Just as he started preparing the ingredients, Ammar came down in a neat and fragrant suit. The handsome man walked past Jihan, without the slightest intention of just glancing at her.

“Mas, where are you going?” Jihan hurried to pursue her husband's steps.

Ammar stopped his steps and turned to look at Jihan with a lazy look. “It's not clear I said that just now, don't interfere in my business! So you don't need to know where I'm going!”

“But I'm making dinner, will Mas eat at home?”

“You eat by yourself! I'll have dinner with my girlfriend.” Ammar said, and went away.

Jihan fell silent, her eyes heated up and was immediately filled with a clear liquid that without any cue came down wetting her cheeks.

“Yes Allah, give me patience.” Said Jihan softly while looking at Ammar's back that was getting away.

Finally Jihan continued to cook dinner, but the portion she reduced because she did not want Mubasir. Jihan cooks while repeatedly wiping her tears that do not want to stop dripping, her heart feels sore hearing the words of Ammar earlier.

After finishing cooking, Jihan delivered a serving of rice and side dishes to Mang Jaja.

“Yes Allah, Neng. Why bother making it for me? Wear ushered in all.” Said Mang Jaja sung while receiving dishes offered by Jihan.

“Nothing, Mang. It was cooked mostly, than Mubasir nobody ate.” Jihan said with a big smile.

“Indeed With Ammar not to eat?”

“Says he ate outside, Mang. Yes already, I entered first yes, Mang.”

“Oh. Yes, Neng. Thank you yes.”

“Sama-sama.”

The night of the bride and the husband who should be by her side, now seems to be away from her destiny. What does God plan for a girl as good as Jihan? Why does it hurt?

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After dinner and cleaning the kitchen, Jihan returned to the room and immediately started performing the prayer.

After that he laid his tired body, but it was not easy for Jihan to fall asleep, she still thought about Ammar's treatment of him.

She did not expect that the man she had liked for a long time would treat her badly and not consider her a wife.

Though Abi and Umminya were very happy that Jihan could marry Ammar, they believed that Ammar could be a good priest for her, but it turned out to be a delusion.

Jihan's eyes warmed up again to remember all that, her parents entrusted her to someone who didn't want her at all. Turns out Ammar wasn't the guy he used to know, he changed.

“Abi .... Umi .. I miss.” Said Jihan with a trembling voice along with her tears that returned to drip.

And be the night of the bride who should be full of warmth, now only lonely friends and tears. Until the weary Jihan cried, finally slumbering in her grief.

Meanwhile, Ammar is enjoying dinner with Miranda at a modest restaurant.

“Sorry, yes. I can only invite you to eat here, because my ATM and credit card have not been returned Papa. While my salary is not how much.” Said Ammar with an annoyed face.

“Nothing, really. Just relax.” Reply Miranda while holding Ammar's hand.

“Thank you, yes, Mir.”

Miranda just smiled sweetly.

“Oh yes, so what about the woman? She's beautiful not?” Miranda switched the conversation.

“Lumayan. But not as pretty as you.”

“Which sex is the same as me?” Ask Miranda again.

“Sexy you are! She's in a hijab, I've never even seen her hair.”

“Surely he wears a big and kampungan robe, very lazy look at it.” Miranda Cibir.

“Iya, you are right.”

“But beware if you are tempted!” Miranda Threat.

“What are you talking about, anyway? Yeah, don't you! You know I'll always look after you, so where might I turn.”

“Thank God that you remember that promise.” Miranda said with a meaningful smile.

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