The Arabic Teacher

Husband

Silent in silence, turned his back on someone who had managed to tear his heart and mind apart.

Want to say if Vita does not know, but one thing she wants to hear, an explanation from someone who is now legally her husband.

"Daddy..!"

It felt strange in Vita's ears when she heard the name adek from her husband's lips. He still did not flinch in the same position, standing his back.

Don't look at him, talk to him like he can't. He tried hard to forget it in various ways until now managed to get rid of an ustadz Dafi from his mind.

But fate seems to not accept what is happening now. That person was her husband, Ustadz Dafi. Why does fate have to melt her heart when I give up? Fate unites us as the taste slowly fades. Yes, after the very painful incident, Vita really made up her resolve to forget the figure of Ustadz Dafi. He took the name and face out of his heart, and the pain and crying always happened every night. Then now? Why should he?

"May I explain everything from the beginning?!" Ustadz Dafi carefully asked permission from the woman he had just married a few hours ago.

Vita did not reply, she only nodded small without changing her position.

The Flashback

After which day Ustadz Dafi said that he would send a wedding invitation to Vita within a week, from there the Ustadz Dafi racked his brain to think hard.

To the next day, Ustadz Dafi said goodbye without telling Vita. But not to go home to his parents, but Vita's house which became his first destination.

"Assalammual."

"Assalammual."

After several times ustadz Dafi said his greetings while knocking on the door, then the voice of a man who answered him from inside the house. Ustadz Dafi was not alone, he asked Lala for help for all his goals this time. Because Lala who all know how the Vita family, including his mother, therefore ustadz Dafi involve him in this matter.

"You..?"

"I am Dafi, sir," replied Ustadz Dafi.

"We have to talk a lot Om, can we come in?" Ask Lala this time. Mr. Danu nodded and let the two of them enter the house.

After they sit down, "Where aunt, um?"

"Again lift the clothesline in the back. What's the matter, how serious is this?"

"Ustadz, speak!"

"I'm sorry if my arrival here disturbs the family of the father, I just want to make sure, is it true that Ustadz Ilham will insult the father's daughter?"

"True to Dafi, maybe tomorrow he went home."

"Sir, to be honest, I put my heart on your daughter. I know I have a lot of flaws and faults, but I don't do that because I hate my father's daughter. I just want her to be an honorable woman who looks after her marwah as a woman, not someone who pursues the love of a man aggressively. But I admit, the way I did it wrong, maybe very fatal. But I promise you with my father and mother, I will never make your daughter cry."

"I still disagree!" Suddenly the sound of a cry so loud was heard.

"Ustadz Ilham is a good man who will make my son happy, unlike you. Well, I don't agree!" Said Rahma's mother who had just appeared.

"Mother, it is better to hear first the explanation of nak Dafi. I think what he's doing is good for our child even though the way is wrong."

"Dad is how to, tomorrow Ilham ustadz want to go home. How do we explain later, after all our children have begun to accept Ilham ustadz."

"That's just saying, Mom. Do you know how her heart is? Aren't you? I'm sure ma'am, Vita made this decision because she was forced to, she won't let us down Mom. As we know, our son loves Nak Dafi. Did you forget why Vita suddenly asked for a cottage at that time?"

Rahma's mother fell silent, as if remembering something. Vita forced her Mother and Father to agree to enter her boarding school which was located quite far away, even though there was actually a boarding school that was quite close to where she lived.

Dafi nodded steadily, "God willing, ma'am, I promise to make your child happy. Mothers and fathers give enough blessing to me to go further closer to your daughter. I'll ask Vita one more week!"

"Is that not too fast?" Ask Mr. Danu.

"I don't think sir, the sooner the better. I hope you approve and approve of me."

"I approve, on condition that I never make my daughter cry!" Said Mr. Danu.

"But Well, what about ustadz Ilham? Dad don't maen restu-restu, anyway I want to ngetes first."

"I'm ready to do whatever you ask."

"Mom don't be weird!" Said Mr. Danu.

"And if you don't want to have a handsome ghost + sholeh kayak gini Mama will also want, mending for Mama aja," said Lala chuckled.

"Joking ustadz, where may I cornered my future best friend" he continued.

"Do you have your own home? A car? The shares? And other properties?" Ask Rahma's mother suddenly.

"God is not fancy though, but comfortable to live in."

Rahma's mother nodded, "I bless you! But remember, once you get my son hurt again, that day don't expect to see my daughter!"

"God willing I promise, ma'am."

"Uhuyyy is engrossed next week eating good," Lala chanted making everyone smile.

"But not exciting if you are straight honest, what if we make a play Om sick? Vita must be worried about going home."

"It's up to you, La. You are the closest to Vita," said Mr. Danu resigned to the plan of his son's friend.

Flashback Off

"It was Lala apparently," murmured Vita but still heard in the ears of ustadz Dafi.

"May I ask you one deck thing?"

Vita nodded back.

"Are you angry because I married you without saying anything?"

"Do ustadz think marriage is lelocon? I'm obviously disappointed in you all!"

"I'm sorry! Should we remarry?"

Vita glared sharply, meeting with the man who had been legally her husband. It is undeniable that longing is seeping in him. His handsome face did not change, even his flat demeanor was still the same.

"Maybe, too," Vita chuckled, ustadz Dafi was anxious, scrambling the head of Vita wrapped in a hijab and hugging her.

MasyaAllah, warm..

⁇ ️TBC️