Tears of Sholehah's Wife

Episode 60's.

The application was over, everyone was chatting lightly in the living room. While Radit and Jihan were sitting on the porch because the man had asked permission to talk to his wife.

“You want until when to keep your head down? Don't wanna see me. I am sad.” Seloroh Radit opened the conversation.

Jihan raised her head that had been bowed and ventured to look at Radit's beautiful face. “Sorry, Sir.”

“Do not call Father! I am no longer your boss, I am your husband. Call Mas, cake! Or call dear also can, I sincerely, kok.”

Jihan suddenly glared at Radit's last words.

“I'm just kidding. Let's not be tense. Not yet anything, already glared at.” Radit ngedumel himself.

Jihan smiled faintly and shifted her gaze in the other direction.

“Jihan!”

Hearing her name being called, Jihan turned back to her head. “Iya, Sir. Uh, that means Mas.”

Radit boasted a smile seeing Jihan nervous. The embarrassed Jihan, lowered her head again.

“Thank you very much, yes.” Radit.

“ Thanks for what, Mas?” Jihan asked without looking at her future husband.

“Because you are ready to accept me. By Allah, today it feels like I am very happy, because what I expected finally came true.”

Jihan again ventured to look at Radit and smiled. “It should be me who thanks because Mas already want to accept me with all the shortcomings that I have.”

“I also have shortcomings, maybe even more than you. That's why I need a companion who can complete the shortcomings, and I'm sure you're the one.” Radit.

“God willing, Mas. We will complement each other's shortcomings. We will both struggle to pursue God.” Jihan Sahut.

Radit nodded his head, a smile on his lips.

“I swear I'll make you happy all my life, Jihan. I won't let you get hurt let alone grieve.”Radit said inwardly as he continued to look at Jihan who was bowed beside him.

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Ammar sat alone on the balcony of his room, pensively staring at the night sky of Surabaya. His heart and mind were filled with Jihan, so there was almost no room for anything else. Repeatedly Ammar let out a long sigh, trying to relieve the tightness that seemed to be squeezing his chest.

“Where else should I look for it? Why is he lost to the earth?” Ammar muttered to himself.

“Here you apparently? Quickly called engahut.” Suddenly Anita's voice grabbed Ammar's hearing. The thick-browed man immediately opened his eyes and looked at the mother.

“Mama? Just surprised!”

“Mama from earlier gedor your room door, but no answer. If Mama knows the door is not locked, Mama just enter.” Anita explained.

“I didn't hear, Ma.”

“How to hear, if your body is here but his mind and soul go somewhere.” Anita Ledek.

Ammar just smiled bitterly.

“You must be thinking about Jihan again, right?” Guess Anita.

Ammar nodded. “Iya, Mother. I'm confused where to look for him again? For a year now, I've been traveling around Surabaya, but there's not the least hint of him. Or maybe we will never see each other again?”

“Don't suudzon just yet! Be patient, if you are a match, God will find you. Although we do not know when and where.”

Ammar squeezed his hair firmly and bowed regretfully. “Why is fate so cruel to play me like this? When my memory was gone, he brought us together. But after I remembered everything, we got separated. If you know this, I don't want my memory back! Let me forget my past, the important thing is that Jihan remains.”

“Nak, don't be! Let fate accomplish its task, never blame or judge it. Everything that happens is with God's permission, so you better pray now and pray, ask for guidance. Because prayer is the link between hope and destiny.”

“Your life won't get lost as long as you know the direction of the Qibla. Ask God, for every time you ask, you will be glorious before him. God will love you and love you, son.” Anita rubbed Ammar's head.

Ammar's heart was so filled with words after sentences that Anita said, his heart was more embarrassed and felt guilty, because all this time he was so negligent and ignored the creator.

“Then Mama goes back to the room first, afraid Papa call. You see Papa again not feeling well, maybe tired.”

“Iya, Ma.”

Anita left Ammar's room and returned to the room she shared with her husband.

Likewise with Ammar, he also rose from his seat and walked into the bathroom to worship and perform the prayer isya.

After the prayer, Ammar raised both his hands. “Yes Allah, forgive me for neglecting to keep your commandments, I feel pride in myself and disbelief in the favors You have given. O Allah, forgive me for sinning too much, wasting my time and making the people around me disappointed. I'm really sorry, Rabbi.”

“To be honest I am ashamed to ask You, but I am this sinner who desperately expects your help. O loving God, please give me guidance on where Jihan is, meet us. I beg you, O Allah.” Ammar prayed with tears, expelling all the feelings that had been stored in his heart.

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