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"We have made the things of the earth a jewel for him, so that We may test them as to which of them is better."

[AL-KAHFI/18: 7]

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Dinan grabbed the tea that Amira had sipped earlier, he took a quick sip.

"Slow down, remember the sunah of the apostle. Drink two or three sips." Amira reminded Dinan that she thought it looked strange.

"It's so thirsty." Dinan said it then put the tea that felt warm in the throat.

"You're ready, I'll change clothes and we'll leave." Dinan was about to stand up but was prevented by Amira.

"Mas won't explain now?" Amira looked at Dinan seriously. Dinan sighed then he stroked the top of Amira's head.

"Later on, yes" said Dinan taking off his hand then he walked towards his room.

"What are you really hiding, Mom?" Amira stared at Dinan's back and then she went to clean up the rest of the drink.

Amira follows Dinan to the room, but she does not find the whereabouts of the husband, making her feel bitten by a red ant in the upper part of her heart.

"Mas Dinan to Maura's room?" whispered Amira then unexpectedly she sobbed. Amira really does not understand why she is so sensitive.

Amira felt a hug from behind. He saw large hands coiling up on his chest and stomach. He knew full well the owner of the hand, he was dumbstruck because he felt that the door of the room was in front of him and there was no movement but how could Dinan embrace him?

"What makes you keep crying?" ask Dinan slowly, it seems that a sad tone is attached to the details of each letter spoken.

"Mas Dinan," call Amira slowly. Amira felt that her body was getting more tightly hugged. Amira mistakenly guessed, she again cried sobbing that made Dinan turn his body and panic.

"You why? Is anyone sick?" dinan asked confusedly and sat his wife on the edge of the bed.

"Say something, Miray. Don't confuse me." Amira looked at Dinan then cried even louder. Dinan hugged her and whispered. "Cry and after that don't cry anymore. You can only weep for all sins not just a feeling."

Dinan laid Amira down and she lay down, intending to disappear. Dinan hugged his wife's body with protection. Dinan thought a lot about everything that happened these few days.

Really if humans are able to determine then Dinan will not choose something like this. But man can only plan and God determines it. For God knows what a servant needs more than a servant wants.

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Amira opened her eyes, she felt unfamiliar with the place she used to sleep. Not because he had a dream, but this snow-white painted room seemed a bit unfamiliar to him.

"Where is this?" Amira pulled to the right and left. He's alone, where's Dinan?

Was he left alone? Amira started to get anxious, then she grabbed her blanket and got out of bed. He walked towards the door without wearing footwear.

"The marble is cold" Amira said to herself. Amira opened the door and then she fell silent. He felt familiar with the style of this house, but he did not remember what it was because.

Amira walked out of the room, she was immediately treated to a spacious living room with a sofa, thick carpet and a TV screen and equipment. He walked to the right, he walked into a dining room that joined the kitchen there were also some doors that were closed. There was also a glass door whose curtains were fastened so that it looked like a window.

Amira turned her body around, she was surprised by the man who gave her a beautiful smile. He took a step back then displayed a sullen face.

"What's wrong?" tanya Dinan passed Amira and opened the fridge. Amira observed Dinan who was currently pouring cold water into a glass and mixed with warm water from the depenser.

"Where are we?" tanya Amira sat in a chair near the husband.

"In our house." Dinan gave her a beautiful smile.

"Our house?" Dinan nodded. Amira looked at Dinan there were many things she felt at the moment and the tightness suddenly squeezed her chest.

"So I can't stay at Mother's house?" amira asked in a soft voice.

Dinan approached Amira and then took Amira to walk into the family room. Dinan sat Amira on the sofa and Dinan himself chose to sit on a thick carpet.

"It can't, of course it can. We'll stay there once in a while." Dinan grasped Amira's hand gently.

"There will be a Good family, Mas feels uncomfortable especially Good to have a younger brother Mas does not want you to feel uncomfortable. It's good that you're not comfortable, is there anything else?" Amira shed her tears.

"Why do you cry so much?" Dinan used his right hand to wipe away his tears.

"I don't know, he just came out." Dinan smirked his smile at Amira's sulking tone.

"Is there anything you want to ask? You know, no, I'm not good at telling stories if I'm not asked." Amira snatched and sneered, for some reason she did it when she knew full well that it was a childish and disrespectful act.

"So what you want to say Mother," said Amira irregularly.

"Mother wants to explain our move, so Mas banned. I want to be the first to tell you. Even though Mas told you about our move this morning." Dinan said that with a faint smile.

"But something's stuck, why are you crying this morning? You don't want to move house?" Amira looked at Dinan with round eyes, she was not sure she ever talked about moving house.

"When did you say you wanted to move house?" ask Amira.

"In the early hours of the morning, when you wake up and ask why put clothes in a suitcase." Dinan replied in a relaxed tone. Amira appears to be carrying her eyeballs over a sign that she is remembering something she forgot.

"Don't he say he's moving into the guest room?" Dinan raised one eyebrow, he felt gambled by Amira's words.

"When did you say that? Mas will say that we will move because for a while Maura lives in Mother's house." Amira looked at Dinan with a glare then screeched, she did not like the name Maura coming out of Dinan's lips. That really pisses him off. Then he immediately stood up for his behavior.

"Mas sure? Is that all we're talking about?" Dinan looked at Amira carefully.

"Yes, do you remember anything?" Amira shook her head, not not because what she remembered was different from what was told by Dinan.

"Mas yesterday had to clean up this house, so Mas came home last night. The plan was to go home in the morning, but because Mas thought it better to immediately say about our move to you so the early hours of the day woke Mother to open the door." Amira nodded.

"Later Mas will often be at Mother's house or here?" ask Amira slowly.

"Why ask that?" dinan did not understand.

"There's also responsibility." Dinan nodded.

"Mas will be here often with you." Dinan kissed the back of Amira's hand.

"How can that be, Mas must be fair I don't want to be a dzolim wife." Amira shouted out loud enough. I don't know, he would not be willing if Dinan married again. But all that has happened so inevitably Dinan must be fair and he will learn to accept this situation. Moreover, the condition of Maura who is pregnant.

"Who says you're a cruel wife. You're Sholehah's wife, the best wife Ardinan has." Dinan kissed Amira's hand.

"But Mas Dinan has responsibilities there that are the same position." Dinan nodded.

"Mas does have responsibilities, but that doesn't mean you're a tyrant's wife. You can't say that anymore." Dinan held Amira's hand.

"Mother is happy with what Mas is doing right now. Even Mother who takes care of all the letters that Mas need, so there is no problem not as long as Mommy is willing. What's more, Mother who gave the idea for Mas soon has her own home. Because your mother said you might not be comfortable if you live with in-laws, so so that you are comfortable we should have our own home. Bundahnah had become a daughter-in-law, therefore Mother tried to understand her daughter-in-law." Dinan looked at Amira softly.

"Mas belongs to Mas's mother. But as long as Mas's mother is ridho with Mas's decision then all this is not a mistake, dear." Dinan gently stroked Amira's face.

"Then Maura?" tanya Amira is similar to a mouse squeak pinned to the door.

"What's wrong with Maura?" tanya Dinan got up from his seat and stood looming in front of Amira.

"Didn't Mommy take care of Mas Dinan's marriage letter with Maura?" Amira looked up at the face of the husband who looked confused. Shortly afterwards Dinan smiled and laughed out loud. Amira was astonished by the actions of her husband, who she thought was strange.

"Mas" call Amira slowly. He hugged Amira.

"I'm sorry if I didn't involve you in making the decision. Sorry, this is not what Mas wanted all this very suddenly so, Mas thought the best Mas think for you without thinking about your feelings. Forgive me, please." Dinan hugged Amira while gently stroking Amira's back.

Dinan broke his embrace, then kissed his wife's lips.

"Mas promise, after this we will discuss everything. But I wanted to touch my forehead first." Dinan immediately touched the wife's forehead without being avoided by Amira.

"Why does your beautiful brain always think negatively?" dinan asked as she looked at Amira's annoyed face.

"Sick Mas" cried Amira.

"Why do your thoughts go to polygamy?" ask Dinan.

"That's what I do." Amira said tightly, she was still upset because her forehead was the target of Dinan's hand.

"What side did you conclude from? It's not because Maura lives in the house that Mother keeps me and Maura married. What a very clever thought." Dinan said that with a satirical tone.

"Kok Mas Dinan to be my mistress?" Dinan chuckles with Amira's sensitive nature.

"Well, explain where you deduce all that." Dinan sat down beside Amira and shifted Amira's seat so that it faced towards her.

"When Mr. Doni called, Mr. Doni Mas said he was in the hospital."

"Indeed, why don't you tell me you fainted?"

"I don't want to bother Mas Dinan who is with his ex."

"You know, Mas went to the hospital to take the letter that Mother took care of." Amira snatches away annoyed.

"Don't be interrupted." Amira said in a poignant tone, Dinan raised one eyebrow with seductive eyes but the wife threw away her face.

"Continue!"

"Keep right home make Tutik a story about taking care of the letter. So I thought that Mas Dinan took care of the marriage license, what else said Mother Mas did not come home that night was already increasingly conical." Dinan carrying Amira's chin turned towards him.

"You don't trust your husband?" Amira nodded then nodded. Not offended but Dinan just chuckled because of the adorable face of the wife.

Dinan pulled Amira's body into his arms.

"You must be sure that Mas will always try to keep the promise that Mas said to you. You know, Mas loves you so much, that there's not the slightest gap for another woman." Amira cried sobbing when she heard Dinan's words. He had always speculated on his own without thinking or talking to Dinan. He was wrong, obviously he was wrong.

"Sorry," whispered Amira softly in the middle of a sobbing.

"There's nothing wrong, maybe we should improve the communication between the two of us." Dinan felt Amira's body give an answer. Dinan kissed the head of Amira.

"Have not cried, you better pray asar. Must not be." Amirao immediately let go of her embrace.

"Astaghfirullah," said Amira rising up and the alley ridge leaving Dinan who could only shake his head he could not believe if his wife had a childish side as well.

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