Waiting for the Love of the Husband

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Aishwa, both 27. Beautiful plenary with clothes that cover her aura. The youngest of 3 children. Both of her brothers are married.

When her two brothers chose to devote themselves to teaching in the cottage, Aishwa chose to develop a hobby by opening shops and other businesses.

Asyraf Mutaqim, the man who married Aishwa with a veiled intention in it. From his previous marriage Asyraf had one daughter who is now 4.5 years old. He has several businesses, including restaurants, cafes, car showrooms and more.

Asyraf's family included prominent families in his neighborhood. They are known to be religious-savvy families. Judging from the words, as well as the behavior of family members. With the wealth they have.

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"I received the marriage and marriage of Ashwa Qodriya bint Ahmad Qodriya with a house dowry of three billion, and the money of One billion was paid in cash." The Kabul words that Aishwa heard from the room were so heartbreaking. Either be happy or the opposite.

Aiswha himself did not know Asyraf. He only knew Ashraf was the husband of his deceased best friend.

The door of the room was opened and Aishwa was brought to the board table to sign the wedding file. A happy smile from the people around accompanied the prayer for the marriage of the two brides.

Just as Aishwa should have done his first assignment. Kissing the back of the hand of the man who takes charge of himself both in the world and in the hereafter.

Even with Ashraf who kissed the forehead of the woman who is now legally his wife.

Congratulations received from friends, business partners, relatives from neighbors who attended.

The wedding ceremony was completed just before the ashar adhan. "It is my permission to take Aishwa to the house that I have prepared" Asyraf said after they returned from the mosque.

Abah breathed, there was a sense of heaviness to release his youngest child. But the middle-aged man realized his daughter was already the property of her husband. "Since saying kabul, he's been your right, son. Abah entrust him to guard, protect and educate him to His jannah."

Asyraf nodded, for a moment he forgot his initial intention of marrying Aishwa.

"Son Asyraf, for twenty-seven years I took care of him, educated him and gave him the love he never felt from his mother. I would not be willing in the least if he was injured both physically and mentally. If he doesn't live up to your wishes, give him back to me. I'd be happy to take it back."

"Yes, Bah. Pray that I can be a good and perfumed husband to your daughter."

"Surely, before you take him, let me meet him first."

Abah met his daughter who was preparing to be accompanied by his two brothers-in-law. "Have Aish finished?"

"Change! bah Entry. Abah why? Aish isn't ready to get out of here yet?" aish asked, sitting next to his father. Leaning his head on a shoulder that is not as strong as steel anymore. His brother already has two grandchildren and another one will be born soon.

"Every parent must be heavy when it comes to taking off his daughter, son. Remember the message, son. Be shaleha's wife, please look at your husband, pamper his stomach, make him comfortable with your presence. Submissive if your husband asks for his right, follow his orders if it's for good. If he were dzolim, you would have two choices. The first one survives and the second one leaves. Keep your voice down in front of your husband, son. Don't show you're more understanding and more capable than him. Husbands will be happy when a wife appreciates it."

"Yes Abah, Aish will try to apply every science that you teach," replied Asih and embraced his brother. "Aish's prayers are expected to accompany Aish's household journey."

"Sure, your prayers will always be with you."

Asyraf began to address his attitude. During the trip, the man did not talk to his wife at all. He only answered Aish's question briefly. Creating an atmosphere becomes awkward.

Aish understood, after all they were also previously only familiar and never familiar.

Before Maghrib, the car had already reached its destination. Stop in front of the house living on a fairly large and luxurious floor. Unfortunately, the house looks empty. Only the front lights are on.

"Go home to mom. If you ask, tell me I want to know my wife" Asyraf told the driver.

What Ashraf said was completely opposite to his actions. After the driver left, the atmosphere became even more awkward. Where Asyraf just told Aish to come in using his chin. It's very disrespectful.

Aish circulated his gaze, in this house there was only himself and the husband. "We're just gonna be alone?" Aish ventured to ask.

Asyraf who was taking off his suit turned around and revealed a cynical smile.

"What do you hope for? So madam? That's not going to happen, the mistress in this house is just Syfa-alm. My wife."

"A-I don't mean so.." Aish's turn finished Asyraf's sentence first cut.

"Listen Aishwa, I married you not out of love, nor was it an intention of worship. I just want you to feel the loneliness of living away from the people you love. My daughter and I had to feel that loneliness after my wife died. If only that day he hadn't insisted on going with you. Maybe he's still next to me and Zia. You are the cause of his death" cried Asyraf full of emotion. His eyes were reddened and the nerves on his face were clearly visible.

"Asyraf!" It was not Aishwa's intention to forget the message from abah. But he was shocked because Asyraf yelled at him even with the most painful accusation. Cause of death of his wife.

"Oh so this seems to be the attitude of the child of a teacher, even the owner of the boarding school." Asyraf smiled disdainfully. "Dare to raise your voice in front of her husband."

"Don't insult my father for your hatred of me." Aishwa boldly returned Asyraf's gaze.

"This house will be the hell of your world, Aish. I will not prepare the servants in this house. It means you have to clean it yourself. Serving the needs of me and Zia as a substitute for the role of Syfa."

Asyraf turned around and walked towards the room upstairs. He turned back when there was a sentence that he had not spoken to his wife. "Don't expect love from me, because it'll never happen. You won't be able to become Syfa or replace her."

Debum the door that was shut hard almost made Aish a hanger. Aish was still digesting every sentence that Ashraf had uttered.

He did not expect to get a bitter sentence on the first night.

Aish carried her suitcase in a room located on the lower floor. The room was not too big but felt enough for him.

Since the adhan maghrib had arrived, Aish forgot for a moment the sentence Asyraf. He focused on his duty facing the Owner of life. In prostration, she made her husband's attitude toward the real owner.

"O Allah, with all humility I beg you. Field my heart to receive his treatment. Thicken my ears to receive the curse. O Allah, may You be pleased with the path I have taken.

Finish the prayer, Aish fold the prayer mat and mukenya. He sat on the edge of the bed and thought. Which path should he take. There's no way she's going home the first night. What they said later.

It was not her husband who would be looked upon badly, but her.