Wrong Khitbah
82. 2: HAPPINESS OF UMI
POV Author
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For three days Zahwa and Akhtar were at Zahwa's house. And tonight they decided to go back to the boarding house.
"Mother..Wawa go first. Mother take care of health do not be tired. Later Wawa will play if there is time" said Zahwa to hug Mother Fatimah
"Yes dear.you go wherever your husband goes yes, your heaven is on him do not forget to keep asking for his riddho and filial to him. Who obey the husband, learn to be a godly wife. Understand my daughter?"
"He Mother" said Zahwa touching the hand of Mother Fatimah who cupped her cheek .
Note it! Right said Mother. We must LEARN not to be a godly wife. Because if we feel like we have become a godly wife, then we will be confused ourselves with the problems that come suddenly that will be faced later. But if we LEARN, then when we are faced with a situation, situation or problem, that is where we play a role. Learn to deal with situations and solve problems. And it is also what will show and make sure that we are a godly wife.
About that was the meaning of the words of Mother Fatimah whom he had said long ago to Zahwa.
Now Zahwa turns to Ali's father. He immediately got a hug there. Now he will leave his first love is no longer to study, but to live his new life.
He said goodbye to Azzam, Helwa and Zahra and so on. After that, they got into the car. And slowly the car left the house of Sheena's family.
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Silence is created in the car. Zahwa stared out the window while Akhtar focused on his wheel.
The further along their journey, the more they found traders trading at night.
Akhtar's left hand moved to the top of Zahwa's head and rubbed him.
"Darling.." call Akhtar softly
"Hemm yes?" Zahwa.saw
"Want to buy something? Is there anything you want? While we still haven't passed these merchants"
"What yes?" Zahwa answered, asking.
Actually Zahwa does not like dinner but because Akhtar asked he became unpleasant to refuse it.
"Oh, you like martabak, don't you? Wanna?" Zahwa nodded
"Attent"
Akhtar pulled over his car, put on his mask and went out to buy martabak for his wife.
"Where does Habib know? Because I don't include my Favorite food and drinks on the CV?" Zahwa muttered after Akhtar got out of the car.
He caught the husband standing by waiting for his order to be completed. Both of Akhtar's hands he put in his pocket, he stood upright and focused on what the merchant was doing.
"Handsome! so handsome. Although your face is invisible, but your charisma is very strong and shining. Ahh.suami kuu" said Zahwa looking at the good looks of the husband from the car.
15 Minutes passed. Akhtar returned to the car with 3 martabak boxes.
"Have you?" Tanya Zahwa received the plastic bag that Akhtar gave her.
"Hemm" Akhtar nodded.
" Loh? Too many?"
" For Umi and others. Anyone will be there" said Akhtar. Zahwa agreed.
30 Minutes of travel they arrived. And slowly the car entered the boarding gate. Akhtar immediately turned the steering wheel forward towards a special road to the ndalem that is only used by families and relatives of ndalem alone .
'ciiittt's....'
Akhtar parked his car and got out of the car to close the parking fence. After that he took out the entire suitcase and the items they brought from the back seat.
He dragged the suitcase and stopped next to Zahwa's door. His hand moved to open the door for his beloved wife.
Kreeks....
"Please my Queenn..." Akhtar said softly like a royal guard, the difference was that he smiled sweetly. Making Zahwa giggle amused while welcoming the outstretched hand of her husband.
"Ihihihihi how did the reaction of the Habib clay people who are usually cold and stiff suddenly like this" murmured Zahwa held back his laughter.
"Don't laugh baby"
Greb! Akhtar pulled Zahwa's waist down instantly.
"Come" Akhtar kissed Zahwa on the cheek before bringing him inside the house.
"Mom..." Zahwa tried to remove Akhtar's hand on his waist.
"Relax dear.no one" Akhtar replied.
Zahwa looked around and there was no one who passed there. Maybe all are being focused in the mosque or memorization deposit in class or it could be in the tahfidz cottage.
After that they continued their path.
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Tok.dok...
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."
Tok.dok...
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."
Ceklek~ door open
"Va'alaikumussa-lam...Aaa Umi's son-in-law...." Umi Alya immediately greeted her daughter-in-law by carrying Zahwa to her arms and kissed her daughter-in-law's cheeks fatigued.
In Umi's heart muttered "ohh.you love to play around here ya Zi"
How not, the smell of Akhtar is very smelled on Zahwa's cheeks.
"Eh.uh... Umi.." kekeh Zahwa. After that Umi released her embrace and Zahwa instead grabbed Umi's hand and crucified her.
"Tell you?"
"Alhamdulillah.. Let's go in first" Umi took Zahwa's hand and sat him down on the living room couch.
Akhtar gawked at that.
"Khem..Umi the son of Umi who is here" Akhyar scolded with his pouting face.
Umi turned around and looked at Akhtar who was following them from behind by dragging the suitcase.
"You have often Zi, after all who told 5 years not to go home. Now it's Mary's turn you've passed" Umi lightly
"Umi can't be so dong, Zahwa longer here with Umi"
"But different Zi.was he as a santri and friend of Umi here, now he's become Umi's daughter-in-law"
"Justin..." Akhtar's face is getting tangled
Zahwa shook his head in disbelief at what he saw. It turns out that Akhtar is very spoiled for Umi, and he can be jealous of his own wife for the sake of getting Umi's affection.
He held back his laughter seeing Akhtar like that.
He approached Akhtar and stroked his arm.
"Bib.don't pout dong.ugtau. Here!" Zahwa whispered and dragged Akhtar and put his hands together with Umi's. After that Zahwa stood beside Umi again with Umi's hand.
Be Umi in the middle and both hands in the hands of the child and his daughter-in-law.
What else is lacking? Umi is very happy. His son returns and Zahwa becomes his son-in-law.
Umi smiled happily and then stroked the two hands lovingly.
"You Umi children"
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They chatted in the living room while enjoying the martabak they bought earlier.
Akhtar occasionally feeds Zahwa.
"Try this" Akhtar raised a durian-flavored martabak. Zahwa doesn't like it very much, but Akhtar likes it very much. Akhtar knew Zahwa didn't like it, but he wanted his wife to try it.
"Rummer..." Zahwa shook her head
"Try it.."
"Humming"
"Come, A..."
"Try first son.enak loh" said Umi Alya
Zahwa opened his mouth to take a bribe from Akhtar. His eyes closed to the martabak. Akhtar and Umi held back their laughter seeing Zahwa's expression. But before long, his eyes opened and a smile was etched on his lips.
"Enak right?"
"Yes" replied Zahwa like. 'not bad' he thought.
Akhtar continued to feed Zahwa in front of Umi unhappily he also asked for a bribe by Zahwa.
"Ahahahaha it's okay son. Assume Umi is not there" Umi's lead saw Zahwa's cheeks blushing.
"Beebbbb!"
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Traces don't stay yaa
Her fast spirit 💙
