Tears of Sholehah's Wife

Episode 7's.

Since leaving this morning, Ammar has not returned until now, even though the clock on the wall has shown at eleven in the evening. Jihan was a little anxious, but she kept trying not to suudzon.

Jihan wanted to wait for Ammar to come home, but her eyes were completely uncompromising, the longer it grew heavier and sore. So that Jihan was unconsciously asleep.

The night rolled, Jihan who woke up to perform the night prayer, was surprised to hear a noise from downstairs.

It turns out that Ammar and Miranda took their friends to party at her house. Of course the party is decorated with obedience. Where men and women who are not mahram mingle and drunk.

“What's below?” The hijab-wearing woman came down immediately to confirm what had happened.

“Astaghfirullahalladzim!” Pekik Jihan who stood at the end of the stairs, when she saw the atmosphere of the house was in a mess. Men and women love each other without shame.

Hearing Jihan's screech, the atmosphere suddenly quiet, everyone stopped their activities and looked at the woman with my eyes because she was half drunk. Obviously they don't know who Jihan is, because Ammar keeps his marriage a secret from everyone, except the lover of course.

“Wuih, who is it?” Ask a tall man named Evan.

“My helper!” Answer Ammar lazy. Jihan was stunned, not believing the husband would call himself a maid.

Some of Miranda's female friends stare at her sarcastically as if humbling.

“Your helper is beautiful too, despite her kampungan appearance, but may you accompany us here.” A friend of Ammar named Joni.

Jihan ignored the man's words, she had to remind her husband, if all this was wrong.

“Mas, this is not true! Allah has cursed your deeds.”

“So what is right? Get into someone else's life and drain his wealth?” Syndicant Ammar.

Miranda smiled cynically.

“What do you mean, Mas?” Jihan did not understand Ammar's words.

“Have no noise! Here!” Ammar called out to Jihan.

Doubtfully, Jihan walked over to the husband.

“You sit there! Accompany her!” Ammar pointed at the empty sofa beside Joni.

Clearly Jihan did not want to, she was not a woman who carelessly sat close to a man who was not a mahram. “I don't want to!”

Ammar stared intently at himself. “You dare to argue with me?”

“But, Mas ...”

“Sit!” Shaken Ammar, Jihan to the surprise of hearing it.

“Already, sit down what's hard, anyway? So holy!” Sela Miranda's.

“No! It is better that I die than that I should be close together let alone come into contact with one that is not mahram.” Jihan refused. “Mas, please stop all this!”

“Yeee, he even talks. Already like ustazah only.” Ejek one of Miranda's girlfriends.

“You really prefer to die than I do?” Ammar, who was drunk, got up from his seat and pulled Jihan's arm. “You all wait here.”

“Mas want what?” Ask Jihan to panic.

“Punish you!” Ammar dragged Jihan rudely to the maid's room and pushed the woman to the floor.

“Aduh!” jehan screeched as his body hit the floor.

Ammar squatted down and gripped Jihan's jaw firmly, his red eyes staring intently at the wife. “I'm really sick of you. It's good I didn't kill you, so you better keep your attitude! Don't act nice and interfere in my business. Understand that?”

Jihan nodded and painstakingly replied. “I-iya, Mas.”

Ammar removed his grip from Jihan's jaw and stood before the woman.

“Tonight you slept here, let you know yourself.”

“Mas, why did you do all this to me?” Jihan spoke with tears.

“Mas, I'm not that low! You misjudged me.”

“Allah, do you think I'm stupid? Nevermind! Shut up here.” Ammar rushed out and locked Jihan away.

“Mas! Mas!” Shouted Jihan.

Ammar ignored Jehan's screams, he recalled Miranda's words in the car this morning.

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“Darling, I actually know your wife.” Miranda.

“Kok can? Where do you know?” Ask Ammar curious.

“My friend used to be in touch with him and my friend's money was all-out drained. Once satisfied, he just left. My friend up to stress.” Miranda Beber.

“Really?”

“Iya. He is materialistic, not just one man, but many have been his victims. He even willingly slept with his would-be victims in order to extort their treasures. I think he accepted your matchmaking also because of the money. You hypocrite! She covered her cover behind hijab.” Connect Miranda.

Ammar was silent with a hardened jaw, he did not expect the woman he married to be that bad.

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“I won't be fooled!” Ammar stepped out of the maid's room.

Meanwhile, Jihan was just sitting in pain, her tears as if never ending even though they kept dripping. Be ill. This time it really hurt!

If only his heart was not a creation of Allah SWT, maybe now it has been destroyed.

“Yes God, strengthen me! I just want to pursue Your Ridho, I just want to be a good wife. Help me God.” Said Jihan softly with a trembling voice.

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Ammar returns to see his friends after confining Jihan to his old maid's room.

“Loh, where is your helper?” Ask Evan.

“I'm brackets, so noisy out.” Reply Ammar.

“You're crazy, huh? Poor know!” One of them was a man named William.

“You why defend him, anyway?” Miranda's murmur didn't take it because someone was defending Jihan.

“Not defending him, Mir. Wouldn't be wrong not big-gede very, time locked up anyway? What's that delay? If he does not continue to accept the story to others, the Ammar will be stamped cruel employer.” William said.

“He won't tell anyone. You take it easy.” Ammar said casually.

“You are so sure.” William continues.

“Iya I'm sure. Already, yuk, continue the party.” Sahut Ammar who immediately downed the liquor in his glass.

If Ammar had used his feelings a little, he would have justified his friend's words. But Ammar was overcome with anger and hatred, he could not see what was good and what was bad.

And when the dawn of the morning dawn reverberated, Ammar opened the door of the room and let Jihan out.

“This is the last time I warned. Don't interfere in my affairs and the holy pretentious before my friends, or I'll punish you more than this. Understand that?”

“Iya, Mas.”

“It's there! Clean up the living room!” Pinta Ammar is haughty as she steps away from Jihan.

Jihan rushes to her room to perform the morning prayers, before clearing the living room that looks very messy due to the actions of Ammar and his friends.

And Jihan did not know where Miranda and Ammar's friends were, because the house seemed silent, there was no sign of anyone other than herself and her husband.

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