Trapped In Love In Pesantren

Chapter 59's

God deserves me to be with him

Because the heart wants it

It's not that easy to find your replacement

It's not that easy to find someone like you...

💓 love 💓

You know how much love I have for you

Why did you choose to separate

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The sky looked so dark. You look dark because it is covered in fog that so collects in the night sky. Likewise, the heart of a woman who this time was sitting on the balcony of her room looks gloomy.

Yes, after a brief debate yesterday, the woman chose to return to her residence to just calm down. Going home alone without someone who has recently made her comfortable together.

Why did he have to cut the wound? Why should he who has been successful in making her happy, then finally disown and then incised bitter wounds that end?

Okay. The woman has no right to be angry because maybe her man is also a human who will occasionally make mistakes. Why does it have to be in public?

Is not a husband and wife a dress for his wife. Aib that must be closed and not entitled to be shared with each other especially in public? After all, even though it looks simple, but when it comes to self-esteem. Is it not right for him to be disappointed because of his male carelessness?

The shame! That was one word for him at the time, moreover, the gazes of those around him look unpleasant because they see themselves and the husband making noise and fussing about trivial things when it is a disgrace that should not be indulged?

Aye! It was a trivial thing for his man. But he fought desperately to change. For who? Yes, for the sake of her man because she realized she had to be solid and be a good woman for her man.

Ah, the woman's heart is so raging. Apparently do not be asked, he is like a male lion who when he woke up his hair was disheveled like a person who almost approached the word 'stress' because of this trivial thing.

She's still in 10th grade High School but has to learn to be a wife. Is everyone able to understand his physical and mental current? Does everyone consider himself to be childish and unable to change things in the slightest so that he looks mature at least in front of his man?

Nevermind! Frazzled himself! Be weary! Dizziness! Maybe the schedule of his vacation abroad should be canceled back. He was already not in the mood to travel especially with the person who had already incised a bitter wound in his heart.

"Non, this satay is just as good as aunt prepared. Eat first, huh?" said bik Mia, his IRT employee who has been loyal to serve in his house since he was a child.

"Yes, Bi. Just put it on the dining table. Tiara wants to eat there" he said behind the door. Currently Tiara was dressed normally, wearing hello kitty pajamas, then had her hair shaved one up, and was about to open the door of her room lazily.

Bik Mia had closed her mouth and did not dare to tell her that her employer's son was returning to his home. He also realized, right now Tiara was not doing well. So he also took the initiative to buy non-Sate and Gulai his favorite food that may be all day Non has not filled his stomach.

"Bik, do you know Tiara is starving again? Thank you for not telling Mama Papa that Tiara is currently home," he said while drinking the orange juice first and then said basmallah and ready to eat the satenya that he brushed with white rice that still feels warm.

"I know, Non. Wong Non came here and daydreamed from this afternoon not out of the room. I'm worried that Non is sick, so it's been Maghrib Pak Supri buyin satay as gulai. Who knows Non wants to eat his favorite," said Bik Mia while preparing some other dishes that he had prepared for his master's son.

"Bik, eat also dong. Tiara is lonely if she has to eat alone. Anyway aunty should sit here beside Tiara!" pinta Tiara while pulling the arm of Mia's bik who is still busy preparing fruits and cake pudding for Tiara to eat after finishing eating.

"Well, I've eaten. Please do not enjoy the dish. Em, sorry Non. If it's Non's husband, Den Yusuf where? Don't you come here?" he said hesitantly, but immediately Tiara immediately choked and like there was no intention to answer.

"Non, I want to go to the kitchen first to make coffee for you. He said he wanted coffee," he said as he passed. She already knew that her Non was like she did not want to be mentioned about her husband.

"Yusuf, have you eaten?" he murmured in the heart.

Yes, even though she is currently disappointed in her husband. But it is undeniable, the affection has been planted a few days back for the husband. Hem, he's confused, but he's still not at peace. I don't know, maybe see the next few days as good as how.

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The man seemed to step into the crowded streets lined up neatly in the flower city which is famous for the many culinary delights presented around him.

The silence of people passing by at that time seemed very different from the mood he was feeling at this time. Lonely! Heni! Be quiet! Of course, he felt a deep remorse because of the words he said this afternoon to his wife.

Yes, he deserved his wife's anger. He realized that he had humiliated his wife in public that he should not have to bully her here and there about the ugliness and ugliness of the virgin even though it was a fact.

This time, he did not want to blame the situation. Yes, he had to fix himself and then drown his soul in a mosque plastered in front of him to just pray repentance and beg for forgiveness for his khilaf and his fault all this time.

After finishing ablution, he began to pray i'tikaf in the mosque and immediately performed his maghrib prayer which happened to have just heard the adhan roaring in the mosque. When he was heading to the iqomah, because it is currently in the mosque it is quite crowded with people who will congregate.

Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder and allowed himself to become a priest in the maghrib, on the grounds that the Imam who is usually present is idolatrous and the enemy was seen a lot at this time.

"I'm sorry, but I feel sorry if I have to be an impromptu gini priest. Is there nothing else?" he said while looking down at the old man who encouraged him to become a priest at that time.

"Be a wise Priest, son. Plenty of patience and ego for the survival of your household. Expand also tirakat that will make you closer to God and more confident in the path of your home life which is currently oscillating in no direction. Abolish your emotions with the words istighfar, your lust with fasting, and your patience by giving up and understanding your wife. Please son, the congregation is waiting for you to become a priest," said the old man who seems to be very understanding of his current anxiety.

The chanting of takbir was heard on the lips of the brave-faced man. With the chanting of surah al-baqarah the last three verses, able to make all the people who listened to him slashed bitterly because the man with a strange face was chanting him with a trembling tone like he was about to cry.

Greetings finally accompanied the last prayer of the Imam, then followed by dozens of lecturers who seemed to be still touched by the chanting of surah that the priest recited in the Maghrib prayer this time.

"Come to your wife, now. Be nice to her. Be patient if things that are not according to your wishes have not materialized in your wife. Your wife is a field to you, and you are a protector to her. If you hadn't strengthened her, who else would have understood your wife more than anyone else? Strong Boy. The household is heavy. You have to be sturdy into the captain and keep the passengers so that no one falls into the sea, especially because of your carelessness," a brief applause, sir, then he left Joseph who still seemed to absorb the advice that he should either be confused or leave it because this is very strange.

"Sir, wait!" yusuf shouted and circulated his pandagan and wanted to find a man who had disturbed the recess of his heart.

"No one is there?" he was a little confused again.

Finally, he got into his car immediately. Then do not forget to buy some of the favorite food of the wife he met on the streets full of culinary beside the mosque, then immediately drive his car towards Jakarta, precisely towards the residence of the wife.

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"Assalamualaikum," said Yusuf behind the glass of his car, then Mr. Supri as the security guard of the house immediately opened the gate for him. He knew that the man behind the wheel was the husband of his master's son.

"Is there a sir?" yusuf asked again, then Mr. Supri immediately nodded his head with a smile.

The door is wide open. Apparently Bik Mia was waiting for the arrival of Joseph who was the husband of his master's son.

With a firm step while carrying a few packs of honey donuts, martabak, to the favorite lilung of the wife he tenteng with a raging heart, because he was afraid the wife still put anger on him.

Geck! One knock was heard, but unfortunately, there was no word from the owner of the pink room to want to open the door.

"Non, there's a guest here" cried Mia. He knew that the man beside him was nervous, so he took the initiative to make his Non open the door.

There was a sound of decheman and a rush of footsteps behind the door, then, pecklek, open the door. At once the girl widened her eyes, because she did not expect her husband would come to her house so soon.

"Auntie lives yes, Non," he said with a smile, but the girl still seems ignorant and not willing to say a word.

"I brought your favorite food. Complete right? Ayok at the meal first, cold hunt, later so it does not enjoy eating," said the man casually. But the girl was about to close the door again violently.

The man held him in one hand, then he entered it, then immediately scattered his wife's head into his arms.

Various blows he received from the girl, but he did not care. It is better that he be physically hurt, more than his wife hold the pain in his mind and then he fell ill because of his actions, he said,. Yes it hurts more than anything, so he was willing to be beaten by his wife so.

"Please! I can no longer pretend to be a grown woman! I'm going to split up!" that's the sentence that kept coming out of his woman's mouth. The man glued his arms back together, then immediately calmed him down on the sofa of the room while putting the food he was carrying, but completely untouched by his woman.

"Ti. Sorry me. I'm khilaf. I promise I will not gini again," he said memelas.

"Baboong! I'm sick of your promise! If you can't keep a promise, don't promise. I hate you! Hate it! We're divorced!"

It was like a dagger directly hitting his heart. Joseph was almost ignited again his emotions, but he was as dim as possible, then he let his woman slip from his arms.

"Nerah right? So I asked to split up! You won't be strong with me!" tiara said with a grin, then she rubbed her wet cheek from tears violently. Then stand with a way back, as the man continues to approach her with an indecipherable look.

"O yeah? You want us to split up? I think I should bind you now, so that you think twice more and will not separate from me!" he said while scattering himself like he was going to prey on the woman in front of him with a cry.

"You want to say something, Mom. Lepassin! I don't want to do that!" but Joseph did not care, and he continued. Of course with the emotion that had been held since he was also caught off guard by the word PISAH from the wife.

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