The Heart of Raisya

Back to college

Today is my third day at my parents' house. I hope Brother Firman this time does not delay his return again. Because I can't give any more excuses to my parents. Of course they are actually worried that his daughter's daughter is newly married, being perfumed instead left behind. It's just that my parents didn't say that, because I knew they were keeping my feelings in check. Because how this marriage is not my will.

When I was busy playing games on my phone, there was a notification. The name made me smile. It was my husband who sent me a message. Just getting a message that doesn't know what's in it makes me happy.

Zaujy💌

"Bik I was on my way home, maybe the night I arrived, but do not have to wait because I will go straight home to the house mom want to take the motor, maybe tomorrow I pick up to the house abi."

Raisy💌

" Good brother, be careful on the road."

Pleasure is like a second, not as expected. I need to be more patient. Although I have not loved my husband, but since the jijab was promised I have been determined to be a good wife in accordance with the teachings of my religion. As I get from pesantren.Someone who is my soul mate he deserves to be treated well, even get my attention and love. Right now I am learning to live with my destiny. God knows best for me.

Night time when nonTV together in the living room, the four of us, me, Sofi, ummi and abi.

" Oh yes Rai, is your husband not coming home today?"

"Ummi may have just arrived at his mother's house."

"Who didn't come here?" nimbrung abi.

"Go to his house, because you want to take a motorbike, tomorrow you just pick up Raisya."

"oh yeah yeah, but you haven't had time to attend Rai's college?"

"Tomorrow to enter ummi, Raisya tomorrow to talk to the brother of the Word".

The night passed, as usual, with my activities. Remain worthy of the Owner's heart. I heard

"May this heart be better than yesterday" I murmured inwardly. I continued to wash my clothes. After that, hang in front of the house. I heard the motorcycle stop.

"Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikum salam.." I fell for a moment where I stood. I almost forgot that the person who came was my husband. Understandably sometimes my brain is less connective, because when I was a child I once had a mild brain activity.

I approached him, and kissed the back of his hand.

"Let's go in brother, ummi and abi inside." As a new resident of course I have to accompany my husband in. Brother Firman walked on the side.

It just so happens that ummi and abi are chatting in the living room. My parents' house is quite large so the distance from the front to the living room is quite far.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."

"wa'alaikum slam" they answered together.

" How are you, son?" ask ummi to my husband.

"Yes, get some rest, maybe you're tired. And you Raisya don't forget to give your husband breakfast."

"Okay Ummi". We left them to the room.

"I've had breakfast here, so you don't bother, just continue with your work."

"Yes, sister, I want to continue drying clothes then."

I left my husband in the room alone. After I finished my work, I went back to my room. I saw my husband sitting on a chair. I was confused about where to start the conversation.When I woke up from his seat I saw him grimacing like in pain.

" w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-all?" I reflexively held his arm.

"It's okay, just my knee hurt a little bit" he replied.

"Have you treated, brother?"

"It."He went to the bathroom. After he returned to the room I ventured to speak about my lecture.

"Sister...today I started going to college, sister don't mind if I go to college?"

"Why do I mind, I'm glad you want to continue your education, but sorry as I said I haven't been able to give you a living, if you go to college and your parents pay you, what do they say? I'm like a useless man.

"God is beautiful we work together brother, is not the fortune that God gives to a household different from people who are still alone, as long as we try brother. Brother certainly understands more about it than I do."

"I've been thinking about my job, I'm going to start a business from home with the rest of my savings, so I can't give you any shopping money, because there's no way I'm going to leave you alone or even take you, because I hope your college can be finished and you can achieve your goals".

soo sweet.do I have to give a hug or kiss to my husband. It can be said that at this time he had dispelled my suspicions all along.It turns out that he had considered everything very seriously.

After the dhuhur prayer I was ready to go to college. I saw my husband sitting down to reveal his sara. It seemed like he was treating his wound. The instincts as a wife I can't avoid, the injuries there seem to be quite deep. I grimaced at the wound, for I could least bear to see the wound and the blood.

"It's bad brother, let me put the ointment here".

"No, it's common for men, it's nothing, even I've been worse than this."

I gasped at the words of my husband. What is wrong if a wife wants to pay attention. Why, as if he built a high bentenng for us. Sometimes good, sometimes indifferent. Oh heart.pain patiently.

"You just go to college, sorry you can't take me, if you've been long on my knees I've been in pain."

"Well, let's just rest, hopefully get better, I'll go first, Assalamu'alaikum."

I kissed the back of his hand. Ummi and Abi were taking a nap, I couldn't have woken them up. I immediately set off with the white guy who had been in the garage for a few days.

See you again sister, thank you for stopping by again.