The Huckold Married??

The Cloud Brings Storm

Man never knows what kind of future destiny, what destiny God has set for all the inhabitants of the earth, even one leaf that fell to the ground and was blown away by the wind already had the destiny of the owner of the universe.

All destinies have been prepared for anyone who inhabits the universe, especially about the age of man, until when to fill the body.

Hayati ran into the room where her husband was placed, her husband who a few hours ago fainted but now the doctor has even declared that her husband is dead, died leaving her alone.

The woman hugged and cried shedding tears that were unable to be contained anymore, tears that descended so profusely represented the feelings of her heart at this moment, she said, she couldn't accept it, but fate had set the path for her husband.

The husband she has not listened to lately, the husband she has always denied and the husband who left with brought disappointment over her attitude, she said, it was fitting that she felt guilty for sinning because even she was not given the opportunity to apologize for her negligence as a wife.

He still can not contact Raffan, not yet know his son where the current adding to his crying becomes increasingly becoming and firmer in the room that only exists himself and the body of the husband.

"Where are you going Gam?" gerry asked Agam who was seen walking fast even half-run.

"Who is Raffan dead" said Agam replied without stopping his steps.

"Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi Raji'un." Gerry was very surprised to hear the news that Agam had just given, this is sad news that of course is very sad for anyone left behind.

"Lo know where?" gerry asked to show a sad look at his face because after all he also knew Imran, the father of his friend.

"Raffan's mom called, oh, do you know where Raffan went? did he tell you or what?"

Gerry was amazed to wonder why Agam even asked Raffan, Raffan was not there when his father died?

The question flashed inside Gerry's head.

"Aren't there any Raffans?" instead ask back about the whereabouts of Raffan.

"No, that was his mother's phone I also asked him," I Agam while exhaling a long breath.

"Can be on the phone" suggested Gerry.

"If the number can be contacted I will not ask the same elo, Ger. this Raffan on the phone is not active - I have tried many times but still not connected," obviously Agam felt more dizzy thinking about his friend.

When his father left, Raffan was not there, not even knowing, his friends no one knew where Raffan went.

"If Deefa?" gerry asked, he knew Agam knew the wife of his friend was even a teacher at TPA owned by his father Agam.

Agam shook his head weakly, "just the same, not active, too" he replied.

Gerry took a rough breath, did not understand why at a time like this no one knows the whereabouts of Raffan, according to him too unreasonable a Raffan left until not activating the phone also did not tell his parents, because usually want to go wherever Raffan will tell his friend despite leaving suddenly, his friend will take the time to send messages through the WhatsApp group they create.

"Gue's going to Raffan's house, aren't you coming?" bargain with the friend.

"Follow it," replied Gerry quickly.

"Yes, come on" he said, moving his feet back to the car followed by Gerry.

"You know what else," Pinta Agam opened the car door and got into it, while Gerry did what Agam asked, sending a message in the group reporting the sad news.

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Raffan and Deefa are breathing the afternoon air that is very soothing for them to also enjoy the beauty of the scenery of the village which is a distance from home to other houses quite far away.

"Here it feels more pleasant, I think about staying here forever" said Raffan as his eyes looked at the situation around where they were sitting.

Now the two are sitting on a bale bench that was made by his father Deefa under a tree not far from home, it feels like the place is indeed very appropriate because if the day will be more shady than other places because there are trees that protect it from sunlight.

"It's still difficult to get Mas's job" Deefa said, perhaps meaning her husband who is good at automotive will find it difficult to get a job that suits his abilities.

"You can be a farmer, the rice fields are wide too," said Raffan while chuckling, "you can also meet and take care of Mother," added after stopping the oddity.

When Raffan chuckled, Deefa felt that her husband was probably just joking, but the next time he even found the face of the husband who became very serious with both of his neutrals who again enjoyed the panorama presented before him.

"Mas Raffan is doing what?" and finally Deefa ventured to ask, let out a curiosity that was already increasingly disturbing even when last night her husband invited her home.

"It's okay, why is it?" Raffan saw the wife with the eyebrows that were linked showing the appropriate expression of people asking.

"Since yesterday Mas Raffan kept talking about the same thing, as if it really was in the heart of Mas Raffan, really Mas wanted," deefa said about her husband's very different attitude.

"I'm just thinking about Deef's future."

Deefa does not understand why her husband is now discussing the future, a future that they themselves do not know what it will be like.

"Who the hell?!" raffan asked deeply when there were lights from motor vehicles that highlighted on them making glare.

"Assalamualaikum Deefa!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Deefa said, "Salima Mas," Deefa told her husband.

The woman who had come down from the motorbike and walked very quickly showed a panicked face mixed with sadness making Deefa and Raffan look at each other not understand.

Deefa and Raffan had visited the boarding school to meet Kiyai Burhan, Umi Salamah and Salimah and those in the pesantren to give up their longing while each told each other about what they experienced.

"Raffen!" Salimah called out to Raffan who was standing next to Deefa who gave a questioning look.

"Your father." Salimah's voice seemed not to come out, stuck in the throat made it difficult to talk.

From his facial expressions Deefa and Raffan could see very clearly that there was something the woman wanted to convey, something important to make her hand even tremble violently.

"Why Sal?" Deefa began to impatiently wait until asking questions while touching her friend's shoulder so that her friend was calm and could say what she wanted to say.

"Ustad Im's.. Dad.." It's really hard to say as if his tongue is a hoax.

"Relieve!" Deefa spoke a little loudly.

"Ustad Imran, your in-laws.."

"Dad why?!" Raffan who had been silent since then finally made a sound when he heard the name of the father called.

"Ustad Imran died." finally a man Deefa knew was her cousin Salimah who gave the answer.

Raffan opened wide with a body that in a moment of sculpting, motionless silence froze immediately hearing the news that had just been delivered, the news that made his heart flutter violently, so that he could not help but feel, news that he found very hard to believe.

"So?" Deefa looked at Salimah as if she was making sure.

Salimah nodded with a face that was also sad, however, she also knew Imran, because she was friends with his Abah.

"Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi Raji'un" said Deefa who immediately let out tears of grief and loss.

Her father-in-law treated her very well, it was only natural that she was sad and lost.

"Mas." Deefa looked at her husband who was standing with a blank look.

"Mas!" back calling while touching the husband's arm made her move to wake up from the shock that really surprised her.

Raffan responded, "we go home," he said, then stepped quickly into the house.

"Be careful, Deef, I go home, assalamu'alaikum." after telling Salimah I go back home.

It was already 9pm when Raffan and Deefa were back on the road in a car that took them to Jakarta, there was no talk between the two making the car very quiet there was only the sound of the car engine being heard accompanying their trip.

Deefa continued to pray for the journey they took tonight to go well without anything happening so that they could arrive safely.

Raffan's face became increasingly tense considering what Salimah said made his grip on the steering wheel of the car become very tight accompanied by a very heavy roar of breath.

Since yesterday Raffan had felt cloudy in his heart and now the cloudy came bringing a storm, no responsibility - the storm immediately made his heart crumble and fall apart.

Deefa knew her husband was at his worst point in life, the loss of a loved one he has ever felt and it is really very painful to make him not to make a sound or protest when the speed of the vehicle feels faster, he said, because if she did it would even damage the concentration of her husband who would have been divided.

Deefa's mouth continues to chant the prayers of salvation for them.

"You just go to sleep" said Raffan, who finally spoke after half the trip.

Actually he said that to keep Deefa from seeing and got more frightened by the way he was carrying the car.

"But Mas, Deefa is not sleepy.."

"Sleep Deefa!" exclaimed Raffan yelled at the wife who immediately silenced her mouth no longer sound.

Deefa also confirmed her position in order to close her eyes to sleep according to the words of her husband, she will try to sleep even though maybe later she will never be able to sleep in a state of restless heart.

Raffan glanced at his wife who had closed his eyes, looking with guilt because he had deliberately snapped at her, then briefly then he stepped on the gas pedal deeper to increase speed, lucky he is a wild rider who certainly can still control his car very well.

He wanted to quickly get to the destination, he wanted to see his Father one last time, not wanting to until it was too late which eventually added to the burden of deep regret and guilt.

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