The Struggle of a Husband

Advice

Just a few mouthfuls, suddenly tears began to pour down the cheeks of the girl. Amri finally asked.

"What's wrong Miss?" Ask Amri

"It's okay. I was just moved, "The girl replied as she wiped her tears.

"Even the person I just knew, would give me a bowl of meatballs. But.... My own mother, after a fight with me, instead told me to leave the house and told me not to come back."

"My new brother, who cares about me so much, compared to my own mother" continued the girl, wiping her tears as she sobbed.

After hearing the girl's story, Amri took a deep breath, then a blessing;

"Why do you think that?"

For a moment Amri paused his question and continued his words again.

"Try you to reflect on this, I just gave you a bowl of meatballs yet you are so moved. While your mother, has cooked for you many times, since you were a child until now, why are you not grateful to her? When you fight with him."

Ask Amri while giving tissue to the girl.

The girl was stunned to hear the simple thing Amri said

Why couldn't he have thought about it before? For a bowl of meatballs from someone you just met, he was so very grateful. But for a mother who has been cooking for her for years, she has not been able to show her care. And just because of a trivial matter he ended up fighting with his mother.

Shaking Amri's head

Soon the girl finished her meatballs, then strengthened her heart to go home immediately. After getting advice from Amri, he was determined whatever happened later at home. He will be ready to take the risk. Then, he said goodbye to Amri after finishing his meatballs.

"Sister, I'm going home first and thank you for reminding me of this?!"

The girl lowered her head and said to Amri and said goodbye.

"Sama-sama, we as Muslims are obliged to remind. As long as we know and help each other if we can."

"Yes, thank you again. Excuse me," The girl got out of her seat and stepped out of the way to go home, but Amri stopped her and asked.

"I'm sorry, miss, if I may know. Miss's house where can I take you?"

Prevent Amri while asking.

"No, my house is close to here." Said the girl

"It's nothing, don't worry. Come with me there."

Said Amri while pointing at the car parked on the left side of the road.

The girl just shook her head and followed Amri's steps.

Before leaving Amri paid for his meatballs and drinks. Then he immediately stepped up and opened his car door for the girl.

Now that the rain had begun to subside, the streets were brightly visible by lighting lights along the road to the inn.

The car that Amri was driving drove slowly. The stillness in the car was especially tough between the two human children sitting behind the wheel and in the passenger seat. Amri tried to melt the atmosphere and asked.

"Where's the lady's house?" Tanya Amri remained focused with her steering wheel.

"Front turn left, brother?!" The girl looked down embarrassed with a finger pointing at the street in front of which there was a fork.

It didn't take five minutes for them to finally get to the girl's house.

The car door opened, quickly the girl got out and ran. Then open the door of the house without saying hello.

But as soon as the girl opened the door, she saw her mother's old face filled with fatigue and anxiety. It was visible from the point of view of Amri who was still pecking beside the entrance.

The first time his mother's eyes saw the girl standing at the door, the first words that came out of her mother's mouth were;

"Darling, you're home. I'm so worried. Come quickly, I've cooked dinner for you. You change clothes immediately, then eat before going to bed. Come on, get cold. So it's not good to eat."

Said his mother sitting in the living room chair.

At that moment, Amri saw the girl was no longer able to hold back her crying. The girl ran over to her mother, crying on both feet.

Seeing such a scene made Amri smile bitterly and shed his tears. Then immediately Amri knocked on the door and gave his greeting.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am's night?"

Sapa Amri with a smile after wiping his tears that had dripped on his cheek.

"Walaikumsalam wr. wb," replied the girl's mother with a questioning look.

"Sorry, who are you?"

Ask the girl's mother and get up from her seat and step in front of the door. Where Amri was still silently pecking at the doorway.

"Sorry, ma'am, can I come in?" ask Amri

"Oh yes, yes please come in" replied the mother with a misnomer.

Amri sat down and began to introduce himself.

"Sorry, Mom before. I'm Amri, I just met your son on the side of the road."

After sitting Amri opened a conversation with the mother.

"Oh. So son Amri his name is anyway. Is Amri the one who dropped Dian off?" Ask the mother.

"Dian?"

Amri was confused, because he did not know who was called the mother

"Yes... Dian Mother's child," replied the Mother while stroking the darling of Dian's hair sitting next to her.

Amri nodded in understanding of the mother's intentions.

"Is Dian troubling son Amri?" tanyy back.

"Oh. No ma'am, I just met and it's just in line with the direction of my road to the inn. So I took Dian home, because I saw Dian raining."

Amri answered a little to cover up the problems he knew from Dian who had told him the truth. But Amri did not want to interfere in the problems between the Mother and the Son. Enough he gave advice to Dian to be able to understand and respect his mother. Let them solve their own problems.

"Thank you son" said Dian's mother.

"Together Mom, it is my duty to help anyone in need and as long as I can help." Amri replied and immediately said goodbye because it was starting late at night.

"Sorry Mom, I said goodbye because it's late."

Amri immediately stood up and said hello.

"Don't drink first, son, what rest first in our house." Dian's mother prevented and told Amri to stop by her house.