Tears of Sholehah's Wife

Episode 77's.

After praying Isya, Radit, Yuni and an elderly woman who is none other than Yuni's sister visited one of the boarding schools in Kediri area.

As Yuni said earlier this morning, she wanted to invite Radit to visit and get acquainted with a beautiful girl nan Sholehah, the daughter of the owner of the boarding school.

“So our arrival here to visit Pak Kyai's family.” Said Yuli, Yuni's sister.

A middle-aged man named Umar smiled. “Thank you for visiting our home.”

“Oh yes, Zahrah where?” Ask Yuli.

“There's in her room, Ma'am.” Sahut a woman who is the wife of Kyai Umar.

“Can you please call? You are my sister and nephew want to get acquainted.” Yuli Terang.

“Iya, Ma'am. Wait, yeah!” The hijab-wearing woman moved and entered one of the rooms.

Soon, he came out again with a beautiful, graceful girl. The two sat in front of Radit and Yuni.

“This is Zahra, beautiful right?” Yuli nudged the nephew's arm.

Radit was stunned to see the figure of the hijab-wearing woman who was now sitting down in front of him. Instantly he remembered Jihan who was as calm as the girl named Zahrah. Radit smiled meaningfully.

After chatting and getting acquainted with the family of Kyai Umar, Radit along with Yuni and Yuli pampit return home. The three walked towards the car, but a young man sitting while reading the Qur'an on the terrace of the mosque stole Radit's attention.

“What's up, Son?” Yuni asked because she saw Radit stunned looking at the young man.

“Mother and Bude get in the car first, I have a business for a while.” Radit then stepped closer to the mosque.

“Assalammualaikum.” Radit saluted.

“Wa’alaikumsalam.” Sahut youth who is none other than Ammar, he turned his head and was surprised to see the appearance of Radit. “Pak Radit?”

“How are you doing Ammar?” Radit asked as he sat in front of Jihan's ex-husband.

“Alhamdulillah well, Mr.” Reply Ammar. “Pak Radit why can it be here?”

“I have an affair with the owner of this pesantren.”. Sahut Radit's.

Ammar was wailing to try someone, but there were only the two of them in that place. “Pak Radit yourself?”

“Bareng Bunda and my Bude, but they already got into the car first.” Radit Bright. “What are you doing here?”

“I go here, Sir.”

Radit. “Oh yes? How long has it been?”

“About a month more, Sir.”

“Alhamdulillah, hopefully can get useful knowledge from here.”

“Aamiin. Insha Allah, Sir.”

Radit smiles.

“Hem, how is your wedding? When implemented?” Ammar asked with a wounded heart, he actually felt bad for Radit if he asked that, but he felt curious.

Radit was shocked that Ammar did not know that.

“So you don't know?” Radit asked back.

“We are not married.” Beber Radit.

Ammar was stunned to hear it. “You're serious?”

Radit nodded. “Iya, right on the night you found Jihan that I canceled everything.”

Ammar immediately felt suspicious. “Why, Sir? Is there a problem?”

Radit. “No problem, no problem, really. I decided to cancel our wedding plans because I did not want to be selfish by imposing a will on someone who was not destined for me.”

Ammar frowned confused. “Mean Mr Radit?”

“I know you and Jihan still love each other, so I don't want to be the third person.” Radit.

Jihan's ex-husband was silent, she was confused as to what kind of response.

“Back on Jihan! Happy for him, never repeat the same mistake and hurt him again! Jihan is a good woman and Sholehah, she is too precious for you to waste.” Radit.

“But how about you?”

“I am nothing, Insha Allah I am sincere as long as Jihan can be happy with the person she loves.” Radit full of sincerity.

Ammar was stunned, he was confused to have to feel sad or happy at this moment. Why did she only learn this fact when her divorce and Jihan had been decided by the religious court, and she recalled Salma's attitude towards her the other day. Pessimistic Ammar Jihan and his family will accept him again.

“Ammar, why are you silent?”

“I'm not sure I can still be back with Jihan again, sir?”

Radit frowned. “Why?”

“Me and Jihan are officially divorced, just a while ago Papa sent her divorce certificate to Jihan. And Umm Salma also seemed to not allow us to be together again, she was angry at me because of everything I did first.” Ammar bowed lethargic.

Radit held Ammar's shoulder. “I don't know what your problem was until you have to part like this, but my advice, always involve God in every business, is, ask for guidance and help from Him to guide your steps and make things easier!”

Ammar shook his head, trying to digest Radit's words.

“Then excuse me first, Mother and Bude I must have been waiting.” Radit moved from his seat, and so did Ammar.

Ammar jerks. “Yes, be careful, Mr.”

The two men also shook hands while smiling.

“Assalammualaikum.”

“Wa’alaikumsalam.” Reply Ammar.

Radit hurriedly walked to his car, he was trying to be fine, but his heart was holding back the pain. Not because he wanted to pretend, but that was the form of maturity. Truly sincere does not mean no crying and pain, but acceptance without question of what God has determined.

Ammar sighed at Radit's departure, his heart still gripped with anxiety and turmoil. Could it be that Jihan is still being paired with him?

As soon as he remembered his meeting with Jihan yesterday in the mosque, Jihan was looking at him with sadness, maybe wishing he was reprimanded or just saying hello, but she ignored him instead.

A pinch of regret slipped back into his mind.

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