The End of the Waiting

The End of the Waiting
Do You Love Him?



Fatimah looked at her father in disbelief.


What did that middle-aged man mean?


I hope to marry someone I love. It was impossible to happen, because the man who had filled his heart had become the husband of another woman.


“What does Abah mean?”


“Marry the man you love.”


Fatimah shook her head while grimacing softly. “Possible for now, Abah. He's a married man.”


“If you agree, Abah will take care of it,” replied Zainudin reassured.


“Actually what Abah wants to say. I don't understand Abah.”'s purpose and purpose Fatimah looked up, looking into the father's sad eyes.


“Marry the one you love. You love Akram, right? Then Abah will work for you. For the sake of your happiness, son,” said Zainudin slowly.


Fatimah cried at the obedience of her father. No, he didn't want to ruin the happiness of another woman. If happiness is obtained by destroying the happiness of others, does not it sound cruel.


“Change!” pekiknya.


“Men can have more than one wife. Polygamy is not prohibited. Akram also deserves science and treasure, so there is nothing wrong with that,” replied Zainudin slowly.


Fatimah was more and more innocent, it could be that the father had such shallow thoughts.


“Change!”


“For your happiness, Son!”


Hearing the noise from the room, Winata who happened to pass immediately approached her husband and son.


“What is this?” tanyanya was confused, found the child crying bitterly and the husband looked down sad.


“Is Abah out of her mind? How could Abah have such thoughts? There are still many single men who want to edit Fatimah, why should Akram?” furious Winata with stifled emotions.


“Because our son loves him. She must be happy living with the person she loves,” Zainudin replied with a rough sigh.


Winata's shocked not playing. She wondered how her husband could have such a superficial thought.


“Love alone will not be enough to sail the wedding ark, Abah! Okay, maybe Fatimah loves Akram, but not necessarily Akram will return his love. If it had been like that, was Abah sure Fatima would still be happy living with someone who did not even put more feelings on her? Had it happened to Fatimah, would Abah have been silent to see her husband being asked to marry another woman?” Winata withstood all the tightness and emotion at the same time. Although his intention was good for the happiness of his son, but not in this way.


“He did not look at Fatimah because they were not mahrom, but it would be different story if they were husband and wife. Familiar with how to treat his wife.”


Winata is completely inexhaustible with her husband.


“Abah did this for Fatimah. Abah wants to see him happy despite being impressed wrong.”


“Bah, I was trying to forget Mas Akram because I know, I was haram to think of a man, let alone the status of a husband. The problem of loving her is true, I once admired her, but not anymore. Love comes from God, so I ask Him to remove this feeling. Please, do not do anything that hurts others,” I Fatimah slowly, in a stammered voice.


Afterwards Fatimah stepped away slowly because she was overwhelmed with guilt.


“Polygamy is not prohibited, even in the days of the Apostles, having more than one wife is not illegal to do,” Zainudin told his wife.


“Nobody forbids polygamy, that's right. But there must be a pleasure of his first wife, you don't forget that, right? The first wife is a good woman, she has no flaws, can give her children, can still serve well. If you ask Ahmad Arsalan to marry his son to your daughter, you are as unjust as his wife.”


Zainudin bowed in. He did not deny his wife's words that proved true.


“Do not use Ahmad Arsalan for his own benefit. Do not use debt to ruin their happiness.”


Winata was silent for a few minutes to unravel the soaring anger. Although he wanted to see Fatimah happy, not in this way.


“Only because of lust, Abah forgot many things.” Winata removed the clear twirls that slid down her cheeks. “Astagfirullah. Forgive the error of the husband of the servant, O Allah,” his cry.


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