Woman Behind the Veil

Chapter 58

I don't want to, I don't like it, I have to call my wife. Rather than me walking alone with this woman and Nurul seeing me who was even her own kind of thinking about me.

"Hello Assalamu'alaikum zauji"

"Wa'alaikumussalam Warrahmatullah, have you slept dear?"

"Not yet, why zauji?"

"Can you come here for a minute?, on the border of the village near the sugar cane garden?"

"Yes, I'll be there soon"

"Fii amanillah" then hung up on me

I also approached the woman who was still bowed lethargic. I see from the gaze he said implied a sadness and disconnection.

"Prophey Ma'am, soon my wife will come to pick me up"

"Mas..?" scold him to me

"Yes?" I also turned around

"Does God still accept me?"

I smiled and asked, "can you still breathe?"

He just looked at me in wonder.

"As long as your breath is still there, Allah will always forgive His servant from Mbak, the true ordeal of nasuha"

"But I have fallen away from His religion, I fornicate and I am so filthy"

"Say: “O My servants who have set limits on themselves, do not despair of the mercy of Allah. Allah forgives all sins. Verily, He is the Most Forgiving, the Most Merciful. And return to your Lord, and yield to Him before the punishment comes to you and you cannot be helped (again).” (QS. Weight: 53-54).

"God is angry that if you give up this way, Allah does not like His servant to be weak because with the weakness of a servant the door of mysthon will open and whisper to him to despair of the mercy of Allah, if the servant is strong then automatically he has high confidence how can I despair as long as God is with him"

"How then can I go back to Him?"

"Refine the creed, repent and promise yourself not to repeat it again"

"Will you guide me to repentance?"

"Wait for my wife first Ma'am, ntar let him be the guide mbak" said I

Arriving from the front of us there was a spotlight of motorcycle lights from a distance dazzling both of us. It turns out that from Nurul who uses the motorbike then approached me.

After taking off the helmet he looked at me for a while then looked at the woman who was with me and then fell silent for a moment like she was thinking.

"This who is Mas?" ask Nurul

"So after I nganterin the Usuf arrived on the road someone asked for help, it turns out this Mbak"

"Why is she?"

"His mother is a long time ago well, take her mother home first and love clothes to cover her" I asked

Nurul obeyed my orders and then slowly Nurul's hand held the woman's hand and they made a conversation leaving me alone.

On the way home in my heart pray that Nurul does not have strange thoughts about me and the woman.

When I got on the porch. I saw my wife and the woman were talking together, the difference this time the woman was wearing shar'i and veiled clothes.

"Assalamu'alaikum" while entering the house

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullah" replied Nurul

"How is he?, has he improved?" my word

"Already Mas Alhamdulillah I have also creed back under the guidance of Mbak Nurul" he replied

"Alhamdulillah 'ala kulli p (all praise be to Allah in every circumstance)"

"But...?" he bowed

"But why Mama?" nurul

"How can I go home if my parents cut my name off from the family"

"God willing me and my wife will deliver Mbak and explain to Mbak's parents" I replied steadily

"But my father is hard Mas, I don't want Mas and Mbak dapet impact"

"Udah Mbak endak need to think about it, now just rest Mom" answered me who took the small mattress in the room.

"Well, did he sleep outside?" ask her curiously

"To respect you and keep my wife feeling Ma'am" I said with a smile while leaving them both.

I could have slept inside but I avoided slander, it was better for this body to be full of mosquito bites than to have one roof with my non-wife.

The next day after the dawn prayer, I sat on the porch of the house accompanied by a cup of warm tea made by Nurul. Nurul and the woman came out of the house and sat a little far away from me.

The three of us also talked a lot about the life of the woman who turned out to be named Beautiful, she was born from parents who were rich but far from religion. Since childhood Indah far from the affection of her parents, because both of them are busy with their respective businesses until Beautiful like a child abandoned in his own home.

It is sad that his parents think that money can make their children happy until they forget that children also need affection. How many criminal cases that often occur is not because of environmental factors that affect a person to become a criminal but his parents who are wrong in educating their children.

"I'm sorry Mas, I just found out that Islam is very glorifying to women" said Indah

"The color I've seen and proven, Mas's treatment of me with the treatment of my ex-boyfriend is much different"

I just nodded as I stroked my beard observing him commenting.

"The first time I dated her was so beautiful. He can take care of me, protect me and love me, even when I am sick he faithfully accompanies me to the hospital until I am healed. He always strengthens me when I am down and there is a problem with the parents" Then Indah was silent for a moment and shed her tears.

Nurul cuddled and calmed Indah.

With beautiful bricks continued the story "When he got my chastity. His attitude suddenly changed from the attention in every moment is lost already, unfortunately was now changed with his arrogance, sometimes I was beaten and humbled by him"

"Oh my God, why are you still holding on?" ask Nurul

"I no longer have a place to live, my parents kicked me out when I apostatized, so I try to survive even though every day get scorn and abuse from him"

"Why is Indak not reporting to the police for the mistreatment he received?"

"I'm afraid he's reckless, I'm even threatened to be killed if I try to escape from him"

"Astaghfirullah" I said

"Really the nature of Mas Abe is very different from him, Mas can keep from his wife's jealousy, Mas can appreciate women to willingly sleep on the porch so that the wife's heart is not hurt, it's rare that I find a man like Mbak Nurul's husband"

"Don't be too exaggerated Ma'am in judging me, I'm just like a human being in general who has fallen into sin"

"But not as depraved as my ex-boyfriend Mas, how can I get a man like Mas, uh sorry his point is that he understands religion" said a beautiful word that almost muddled and made Nurul's face slightly changed.

"Mbak is better in the first religion of Islam by attending the assembly in which discuss the Quran and As Sunnah, so that the fortress of faith in Mbak strong. Later I will guide mbak to find a special study" said Nurul

"Thank you very much, for your service which brought me back to my religion. Somehow I have to pay for your services"

"It is enough from Allah that we hope" Nurul replied

That morning I agreed to return Indah to her parents' house, whatever the risk.

Beautiful when in the car so restless like there is a fear in him to meet his parents, while Nurul continues to convince him to keep praying to soften the hearts of his parents.

My car stopped in front of a large house with a large yard. Beautiful also went out to meet the security guard who guarded the house to open the gate.

When he got to his doorstep. Beautiful then pressed the bell and not a long time opened the door of the house by a maid.

"Eh Beautiful Ma'am?" said the maid

"Who's mom has Bi?" tanya Beautiful

"Oh there is Ma'am, I call for a moment well" said the maid then walked into the house

Me and Nurul were waiting while sitting on the porch of his house, while Indah I saw from earlier restlessly walking back and forth like there was fear in him.

"YOU CAME HERE!!!" suddenly a male voice sounded from behind me

Without in command Indah then came and rested on the foot of the middle-aged man.

"Maaffin Lovely Well, Beautiful already did the thing that Dad hated"

"Surge...!!" said Beautiful Father who pushed her to fall

"Who are you!" show him to me

"I'm Abe Sir and this is my wife, our intention here to repatriate Indah"

But instead of being well received arrived Daddy Indah came to approach me then grabbed my collar tightly until my shirt buttons broke.

"Bruakk.." He violently threw me in the car.

"Bugghh" a hard punch hit my lips until fresh blood dripped through my mouth

Nurul came to pull my hand but in vain because the grip of Father Indah's hand is very strong. I also hinted Nurul to stay away so that he was not hurt by Father Indah

"What did you do to my son!"

"I'm fine what your son, see his own appearance from before" I replied

Father Indah also turned her head towards the beautiful while observing from bottom to top, finally the clench of his hand that almost choked me apart.

With a roar of tears Indah also revealed the contents of her heart that had been quiet.

"Dad know why I'm like this?, it's because Dad is just selfish and does not care about children!, from small to big now Dad always gives me money, money and money, money and, I don't need that Dad!, all I need is love not money!"

"This couple has taught me the real religion of Islam that I never got from Mom and Dad, where do you go when I need love!, you are only concerned with business and business without caring about your child. Is it not the function of the mother as a madrassa for her child? What is the role of a mother to teach religion to me? I did not find the figure of a father who became a priest in my home so it is natural that if I convert to religion be stained to your selfishness!" say beautifully while sobbing

Hearing the outpouring of her child's heart, Father Beautiful sat down and then fell silent for a moment.

"Sorry Dad, son, I think with money you're happy, it turns out you're wrong"

Indah also walked up to her father and gathered while kissing his Father's hand, while his Father hugged Indah tightly they were crying together.

My wife and I just smiled at the happiness of the beautiful family that was once lost now springing back. I turned around to immediately go home from the house with Nurul but our steps were stopped by Father Indah.

"My forgiveness that has been rude to you dik, what cost should I spend to finance your wounds let's say" pinta Ayah Indah

"I sincerely help Indah Sir, there is no need for this medicine is just a small wound really" I replied

"God willing, I can somehow repay you"

"To Allah alone we ask for a reply sir" I said as I said my greetings and then passed away leaving the house Beautiful.