The Second Wife

Part 127 Deg Degan

This stretch of night sky is so beautiful, sprinkled with so many stars that make a little luminous in the sky there. Although the moon is invisible, but still its rays can make humans amazed by the beauty of the night.

Gratitude to the Almighty for beauty was said by someone who is now enjoying it.

Although he was alone, there was no loneliness there. He was smiling at the answer he had given this afternoon to someone who wanted to justify it.

"I don't really want to go there yet, Mas Arya. I am still comfortable with solitude" he said to someone this afternoon.

"May Istikharah pray first, Ms. Yas. I will also do the same, who knows the answer of our prayer the same. What, Ma'am Yas wants?" asked Arya this afternoon.

"Alright, In Syaa Allaah," so finally the answer from Yasmine.

Now, he is in confusion, he is already at a comfortable limit. However, it turns out that its comfort does not make the child also feel that way. Taqa is just the opposite.

Old beautiful woman who likes to be alone on the balcony there. If only he had seen the beautiful view up there. This time he was sitting with his Qur'an.

Reading the holy verses will make him feel more calm, and forget the request of the child for the figure of a father. Although in the end, when it was finished he remembered the word of the child at that time.

"You know what, Max?"

"Mommy Max forbids her to meet with her papa, but her papa still forces her to meet Max at school. And the teacher never gets angry, Jess lets it go. I had hoped that once, suddenly my father came to see me there. But, in fact ...."

The woman then smiled cynically, "it was all because of the mother's request, son. Yeah, even though I don't know why he never found it hard to meet you. Maybe if she stays strong to look at you, you can long melt and ..," the sentence hangs.

"Everything will go back to how it used to be" he continued, thinking of replacing sentences he did not want to say.

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After that day, Yasmine seemed to dodge from Arya. After teaching he will sit first in the hall that is used to teach the princesses. If his son was done, then he would wait for him in front of the hall.

I don't know, Yasmine felt less steady about the answer she would give. He still has to consider everything. Moreover, this is not for a while. After all, to be honest he is still afraid if later what he plans fails and turns into sadness.

Until where at night, after isya Arya came with her mother. And it all makes Yasmine distraught, she is confused between seeing it or not. But, of course, even though the thumping feeling was not bad, he still opened the door and was mediocre. Even though it's all very significant.

"Assalamu'alaikum, son of Yasmine," said the Sufi mother.

"Wa'alaikumsallam, Yes Allaah .. Mum tumben once a night here, let's please come in," said Yasmine.

After salim to the Sufi mother, the woman whose age is equivalent to the mother of Radiah then entered with the son. Sit on the sofa in the living room.

"Thank you, Ma'am Yas, so bother," said Arya.

Yasmine just smiled clumsyly. "Taqa's asleep?" ask the Sufi mother.

"Not yet, memorizing usually if the clock is this early, want me to call?" yasmine replied further by asking back.

"No need, son Yasmine," the Sufi mother smiled. "Are you curious, son, why are mom and Arya here at night?" connect with mom by asking.

Yasmine nodded. "Yes, it's a tumben once," he replied nervously. Actually, he can guess, just don't want to be too ge-er.

"First of all, I'm sorry if my arrival and my son are bothering you, Nak Yasmine," said the Sufi mother. Yasmine simply smiled and nodded. Don't ask her how she feels, it's just not bad.

"Secondly, Arya and I wanted to ask, how, the answer to your prayer. Because my son has said everything, and he is not a good person to lie, he always says anything to his mother" continued the Sufi mother.

"And the third, however, is the answer. My son and I are here, aiming to propose to Nak Yasmine, who knows would like to live the rest of life together in a halal bond, looking for a way to Heaven 'Him together, because ... in addition to your very adult age, you also have known for a long time, certainly a little surely know each other's lives, even if only briefly," continued the Sufi Mother who immediately made Yasmine's chest pound even more. Anxiety immediately melanda. His stomach was heartburn, and his mouth was stiff and unable to speak.

Even to gulp it was extremely difficult, as if there was something in his throat. And all he can do is set his breath and smile as gently as possible, so that the feeling he is feeling is not too visible.

Yasmine turned her head and exhaled slowly, then Istighfar and read the basmalah.

"Sufi mother, the first. The arrival of the mother and Mas Arya did not interfere at all. Second, the answer to my prayer is not clear yet" he replied in a lie. "And this third one, I still do not know Mom, for the matter of application I have to ask the opinion of both my parents and my brother first, is it okay?" finally, it came out of Yasmine's mouth.

The Sufi mother smiled widely. "Of course you can, son Yasmine. The family is important, if you want, later when you get there can invite Arya, just calm down with each car," said the Sufi mother.

"To be easier to talk about. Usually parents want seriousness, and seriously it usually has to want to see his family first, before really getting an answer," continued the mother.

"Yes, Ms. Yas. I have also had frequent conversations with Mas Yahya, and Mr. Ilyas, he will definitely not reject me" said Arya with a big smile at the end of his sentence. Intentionally, he said that so that Yasmine did not look stiff. He preferred the woman when speaking in a loud tone but was nice to hear.

Sure enough, Yasmine smiled. "Can. Don't go to an-dean first, Mas Arya."

The Sufi mother also laughed, "yes don't be dizzy Nak Yasmine. In Shaa Allaah, if Allah meridhoi will be easy to walk," said the mother of one child.

"Yes, I know Mom. Actually, I have a little trauma Mom," Yasmine said, looking down. "I've twice failed to marry, and the third time must-"

"Mr Yas, if it hurts, there's no need to tell. Mbak Yas can only surrender to Allah, In Shaa Allah, the trauma that exists can be lost when Mbak Yas wants to give everything to the Almighty," Arya immediately trimmed Yasmine's sentence. And that made the one-child widow look up for a moment, looking at the man who was now smiling but looking down.