Tears of Sholehah's Wife

Episode 8's.

After finishing the morning prayers, Jihan rushed downstairs to clean up the messy living room. Bottles of liquor just lying on the table, even the contents are spilled and emit a distinctive aroma of alcohol. So did the peanut shell and snack packs that scattered everywhere, even ashes and cigarette butts were also scattered everywhere.

Deftly and carefully, Jihan picked up all the garbage and threw it away, sweeping and mopping the floor until the smell of alcohol was no longer smelled by the sense of smell. After the cleaning was over, Jihan turned to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Still as before, Jihan hoped this time her husband would eat her cooking.

And again, Jihan made a special fried rice. She had heard from Anita that if Ammar liked fried rice, she always made it for her husband.

Yoa tarraaaa! Special fried rice with egg ceplok ready and already served on the table. Jihan smiled imagining Ammar eating it.

The day started to light, the sun was already rising. Jihan decided to go back to her room, she felt angry after cleaning the living room and cooking breakfast.

Jihan stepped in haste, fearing that Ammar might rush down before she finished her bath.

Twenty minutes later, Jihan, who had finished her bath, stepped down, a smile immediately adorned her face when she saw Ammar was already in the dining room and was eating the breakfast she had made.

“The fried rice is good, not?” Miranda asked who had come from the kitchen with a glass of water for Ammar.

Jihan was stunned to see Miranda's presence. He really doesn't know when the woman's coming?

“Hemm. It's delicious, Mir. You're smart cooking.” Answer Ammar girang.

The smile on Jihan's lips suddenly disappeared. Again his heart was like being hit by a big stone, sick but not bleeding. How could not knowing the shame Miranda confessed if she cooked the fried rice?

Jihan was eager to tell Ammar, if he was the one who made the fried rice. But his tongue was clouded when he realized that Ammar had not wanted to eat his food, and perhaps when he told the truth, Ammar would stop eating. He didn't want to see Ammar's happy face turn unfriendly again.

“Eat, Mas. Seeing you eat it with pleasure alone is enough to make me happy without you need to know whose cuisine.” Inner Jihan with teary eyes.

With a heavy heart, Jihan continued her steps towards the dining table. Although honestly he no longer taste to eat, but at least he can look at the face of the husband who is eating fried rice made with joy.

“Eh, what do you want?” Sergeh Miranda when he saw Jihan approaching the dining table. He was a little afraid just in case Jihan would tell Ammar the truth.

“You don't know how to be ashamed anyway? Your place is in the kitchen, not here.” Miranda murmur haughty. At least this was the way he knew to provoke Ammar into expelling his wife.

“Already, Mir. Let him eat here. So that he knows the delicious fried rice made by you. So he can realize, if he is nothing compared to you.” Sela Ammar chews food in her mouth. And Ammar's speech was like a crushing blow to Jihan.

“Not done! I'm just going to the kitchen.” Jihan changed her mind and hurried away leaving the two before the tears she held fell.

It was painful to hear my own husband praise another woman.

In the kitchen, Jihan immediately shed her grief, crying stifled for fear that someone would hear.

“I should be happy because you like my cooking, Mas. But it didn't, when you assumed it was another woman's cooking and you praised her in front of me. It hurts so much.”

To be honest this was really hard for him, but for the sake of the message of Umi and Ridho Allah, he had to be strong. Survive in this heartbreaking and stifling domestic tempest, hoping the universe will side with her so that her husband will accept her.

Maybe for some people, Jihan is too naive and even stupid. Surviving on the side of an unjust husband and not appreciating it at all. But for Jihan herself, this was the way God glorified her.

As a child, Jihan had heard the story of Siti Asiyah the Pharaoh's wife from the Ummi. Asiyah remained the woman and wife of Sholeha despite having an infidel and unjust husband. God promised him Heaven.

“And if a wife is patient in the face of her husband's infamy, Allah will give her the reward as given to Asiyah the wife of Pharaoh. Hadith History of Muslims.”

That was the sentence he had heard from the Ummi.

Jihan hopes that God will always give her fortitude to remain a good woman and wife, even though the husband treats her badly. Because Jihan believes God knows what is best for her and will not give her trials beyond her means. God willing he is steadfast and sincere in living all this.

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