Woman Behind the Veil

Chapter 6

In the evening as usual after the prayer I sat in the courtyard of my house while enjoying the cool night breeze in the village accompanied by a cup of warm tea plus while listening to the lecture study of a favorite ustadz, Ustadz Syafiq about how to build a household that is sakinah mawadah warohmah.

He may be in the secret of God when explaining how to keep the household harmonious so detailed detailing how the duty of a husband as the head of the household and explaining what kind of woman so that the families Adam understood how the character of the woman who had been told by the Prophet was made of crooked ribs.

He asserted that the woman was crooked so be patient for men when facing his wife, women are indeed no straight like a rib when we are hard with it will be broken and if we let it will be more crooked then be patient and keep guiding the wife to the path that is Allah ridhoi.

"DERR...TIITS...TIIT.." My phone suddenly reads the incoming message notification

When I opened it turned out to be a message from Aisyah, "tumben nih son texted" my bathin while opening a message from her

"Mad tomorrow morning Anter Ana well, but this time do not use a car, Ana want to antum use a bicycle. do not reply to Ana's message!" doi pinta

I then replied to Aisyah's message because the message was very heavy for me, who actually use a bicycle to walk as far as 5 kilometers from her house kekampus.

"don't be kidding dong, do you know the distance of your house with the campus is far, when I was screwed up that far?no ah" reject me

"iiihhh antum is said not to reply sms Ana wayward ish 😡"

"yah anti itself makes Ana kelse, after all thought dong we both are not mahrom, halal also has not played together, what people say try" I said

"oh about it Antum calm, ana has made a partition between ana and antum so do not worry we will not touch anyway, already well do not reply to the message ana again"

"but right...??"

"DON'T REPLY TO ANAAA'S MESSAGE...!!!"

"ah girl you don't think what brings her is heavy, cycling 5 kilometers also 😩" my bathin

Finally after my morning prayer with a heavy heart cycling towards Aisyah's house, what does she mean to tell me to deliver her on a pancal bike, is she not ashamed in between by just using a bicycle?. If I am mah bodo very people want to say I am a kere person or something else.

After arriving at Aisyah's house, she was waiting for me outside her house with Om Rahman, I parked my bike and walked towards them.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said I

"wa'alaikumsalam" they replied

"mission Om I'm going to pick up Aisyah" I asked

"oh iyah Nak, sorry well ngerepotin kamh so, know that the Aisyah many want to know sometimes like spoiled Om so please understand well Nak" he said

"what the hell Well, I'm not spoiled, I want to ngetes prospective husband to where the hell he survives"

"yes endak what Om, anyways use a bicycle to be healthy (when mah can release all my bones due to this bonceng child)"

Then after kissing his father's hand Aisyah took a kind of bulkhead made of cardboard box so that between us no one touched, "this is a great intention to make this child" my bath

Then after doi put up the bulkhead and ride on my bike we set off, too, aisyah's body is not too thin also not too fat but still if you go up the mountain make this leg feel like you want to escape from the hinge.

"ah very slow anyway, hunt late" he complained

"bodo very, who told Ana make a bike who?, want to slow or cepet like ana dong"

"hmmm..have pinter menggeledek well, I got off and just found out" threatened me

"iiihhhh don't be Mas, it's evil to be a guy" he said while hitting my back using a book

"Dad.." my greeting.

"what's wrong, Mom?" saith

"anti not shy ana anter kekampus use a bicycle?, even though flat anti-temen right use the motorbike also the car"

"why shame Mas, shame that when we pray behind congregation, when dawn wake up late, but ask Allah macem macem macem feels the most pity, after all use a bicycle reduces pollution right"

"oh, thank God that anti-shame"

"that's it every morning antum interra ana use aja hehe bike"

"ah ogah that is not healthy even ana bone on the loose all, heavy tau bonceng anti"

"iiihhh...antum nuduh ana fat?, ana is not meguukk" he said whining

I let him who had been on the road since then, if I ladenin who was tired on the road, almost 45 minutes we cycled together finally until also in front of the Aisyah campus, at that time many of our students were millerik both well it was strange for them because there were a pair of young women both riding bicycles rarely campus children commuting between bike rides.

"antum go home or wait here?" ask Aisyah

"come home, it's crazy to wait here until noon, which is dry"

"well old dong wait antum pick up ana" with eyebrows wrinkled

"i've been waiting at the mosque next to the campus well" I said

"well that dong, understand the same that ana want, yaudah ana enter well Assalamu'alaikum"

"wa'alaikumsalam" I answered

When I was about to turn my bike was patched by a big motor, then I stopped while looking at the man who was wearing the motorbike. The man got off his bike and took off his helmet while looking at me with a cynical look, while I was indifferent to it.

"oh so this is Aisyah's prospective husband?, it's not wrong what ortanya choose a guy like Lu?, can the village child will marry the city girl"

"all men are equal in the eyes of Allah Mas, the difference is his charity and devotion to Allah" I answered casually

"wah sok be ustadz pula,cuih...! The cave does not need Lu's lecture, which the Cave needs Lu stayin Aisyah because doi would lamar Cave" he said

"if Mas wants to sleep well come to his parents do not be happy, I am not Aisyah's parents" said I smiled at him

"ah bacot Lu" he said as he kicked my bicycle tire

but I let his behavior be like that and continued walking towards the mosque without caring about the man's teasing.