The Huckold Married??
Meeting the Beloved
Deefa had already started packing some of her clothes which she had indeed brought from Jakarta put them in a bag.
Now it is 7 am and he decided to leave at 10 am, leaving for Jakarta by train to be able to meet his beloved, the husband who began to disturb the contents of his head and heart because of how longing he was.
"Don't want to call Raffan first?" the mother who suddenly entered the room made Deefa stop the movement of her hands that would fold her veil.
Deefa shook her head and commented on the small smile but looked very bright, it seemed like she was very determined to surprise her husband, even before dawn Raffan called, he had nothing to say about his return to Jakarta.
"Deefa has been several times back and forth East Java, East Java Jakarta has also memorized the address of the house in Jakarta," Deefa assures the mother who is still the same as yesterday, said Deefa, that is very worried even repeatedly asked and said to contact Raffan to come to pick up.
"But it's always the same Raffan, riding a car is also the first time you take a train to Jakarta," press his mother reminded the boy who now moves back to shift the neat bag and will accompany him on the trip to Jakarta.
His mother was right this was the first time he had traveled long by train, although it was in his teens that he and Salimah had been on the train but not so far.
"God willing Deefa can be Mak, there is a God who will take care of Deefa, Mother does not need to worry yes," pinta Deefa to the woman who starts tonight will sleep alone at home while she will meet her beloved man again.
The mother took a long breath, though, the anxiety of worry clearly still he felt no matter how Deefa tried to calm him still the worry gathered in his heart considering this was the first time his son went out of town alone without any who accompanied, afraid of unwanted things happening, but he could no longer say his son was very difficult to tell, very difficult to obey when he already had the desire, he said, now all he can do is pray to the ruler of destiny to give a good destiny for his son.
Finally with a heavy heart the old woman nodded but did not forget to give message after message to the child.
"If for example there is anything directly contact Raffan," pressed the mother in a firm voice and demanded that for the thing she just said her son would obey and will continue to remember.
Deefa nodded quickly then hugged the woman whose body had grown thinner, the effect of no appetite a few days after the departure of her husband.
"Actually Deefa wants Mom to join Deefa, living in Jakarta anyway at home there is only Deefa and Mas Raffan later if insya Allah Deefa is pregnant there is a mother who helps keep Deefa so as not to be lonely when Mas Raffan goes to campus and to his workshop," Deefa said of his wishes and his presence.
The mother stroked the child's back, she felt very lucky even though she did not raise Deefa but the child still remembers her, still loves her as much as the child loves the parents, still respect him and keep thinking about how he should be filial to have the desire to invite him and stay together.
"The mother does not want to live in this house, unfortunately if no one lives even so damaged later, this is the house left by Mr. Deef, here are also many memories of the father."
The mother began to feel sad again when she had to mention her husband again, actually do not want to continue to dissolve in sadness but the name of man will certainly always feel sad when the person who for years accompanied, for example, waking up there when going to sleep there are yes want to not remember everything that the person did.
"Deefa knows Mak" he said, stroking his mother's hands to give him strength because he can still live his days ahead without the person he loves.
Deefa knew her parents loved each other very much, always appreciated each other and reminded each other when one of them did something wrong, and Deefa wanted to be like they were modeled after their household which was eventually separated by death.
"This monkey is just waiting for God to call me and my mother will see your Father again" said the mother made Deefa immediately shed tears.
Crying haru and also sad mixed, haru because it turns out his mother was waiting for God to take his life so that he could meet the man he loved, he said, then sad because it means he will lose the mother he loves so much, only the child who is ungodly will probably be happy if his parents are gone.
O Allah, Deefa was not ready if her mother had to leave her, he has not been able to give happiness to them but one has gone while the other is waiting to be able to leave as well.
Deefa cried shed tears very much, scattered incessantly even though her mother who said it was even very calm and even tried to calm herself.
"Emak follows Deefa aja Mak." between her tears again persuaded the woman who was smiling looked at him and her hands helped remove the tears that wet the child's face.
But the woman he was persuading to join was again seen shaking her head, refusing her invitation made Deefa finally more sobbing.
"Don't cry, want to see the husband later if your husband sees his wife's eyes swollen even thought his wife's mother is galakin here," forbid the child to continue crying.
Deefa tried to stop her crying but still the crying never stopped but instead grew, powerless she held back tears of sudden sadness so great filled her heart and mind, the fear of losing her mother figure made her helpless to hold back tears.
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The second course had just finished right when the ashar adhan was reverberating, Raffan rushed to put his books in a bag and left the class after saying goodbye to his friends.
"Bareng Raf, you're going to the mushola, right?" ask Agam who just finished tidying his bag.
Raffan who was stepping stopped him and gave a nod and waited until Agam approached him then they walked together to the mosque behind the campus.
"Thank you."
Agam frowned hearing what Raffan said, his friend suddenly thanked him when he felt he had never done anything for his friend.
"After the same story my mind became much calmer" I answered Agam's confusion.
Agam took a breath and thanked, "Alhamdulillah so many times, pray a lot in addition to sincerely Lo try to make efforts too, look for other options," agam said back what he had said might fear Raffan forgot.
"Lo kaga salat?" rio asked Gumay who was still busy with his books.
Gumay shook his head weakly.
"Based on man do not believe and fear!" sentak Rio's.
"Well, what's going on here? pray there!"
Gumay said sadistically, it was strange that his friend asked about other people's prayers but who asked also did not pray.
"Again came the month of her time" sambar Gerry relaxed.
Rio screeched then glared, "fucking Emang Lo!" rio's Omel.
Gerry chuckled as he got out of his seat.
"Where are you going, Lo Ger?" ask Gumay.
"Shalat, it's like you're both Kafirun!" cerocos Gerry then ran because he was afraid of being rocked by his two friends.
Rio and Gumay looked at each other, then the two simultaneously stood up to follow the three friends who had gone first to the mosque, wanted to start praying because they did not want to be said to be infidels again by Gerry.
"The same victory of the children of our time even become infidels" said Gumay as he traveled through the campus building to get to the mosque they were headed.
Rio nodded and followed the friend who was sitting on the stairs of the mosque to open the shoes first and then they headed to the ablution.
After his second ablution went into the mosque, Gerry who saw the arrival of two friends also threw a smile and welcomed the two friends to sit in an empty place beside him.
"Well, the Muslims must pray not only mamerin doang religion in KTP but do not carry out their duties."
"Yes Mr. Ustad Gerry Mahesa."
Rio and Gumay answered in unison with a voice that was not too loud, in the front row they saw Agam and Raffan.
Until finally the Ashar prayer was carried out with one of the lecturers at the campus who became an imam.
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