AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTER 37. UMMA SUSPICION

Tazkiyas.

Aiswa's health has recently declined, Umma is currently in his favorite girl's room while compressing Aiswa's forehead with a fever with his old hand.

" Aish, where's your husband? from yesterday Umma didn't see him coming home. "

" I don't know, Aish hasn't seen a cell phone for two days Umma, it feels dizzy and light-headed. Maybe he told her but Aish hasn't opened his message yet, "he replied softly with his eyes closed.

" You pregnant? "

" huh? how pregnant? never touched either. "

" The right one? are you the one who rejected him? "

" No, Aish remembers Amir's message to serve him even though Aish doesn't like it. "

" Aish, don't mention the name of the other guy in front of him son, no good. "

" No, Umma. It's just in my heart, though honestly it can't be. I still keep it. " The tears are soaking the increasingly white cheeks.

Since marriage, Aiswa almost never went out of the room. He spent his daily life with dhikr and worship. Whenever asked or advised that it is not good to worship excessively, he simply replied "Aish wants to dampen the temptation of undue lust. "

Not infrequently, Aiswa misses meals if not reminded. Even Hasbi often asked Umma for help to persuade him.

An hour ago doctors examined the condition of Kyai's son, Aiswa, in a diagnosis of acute indigestion, his stomach recurred and was suspected of sticking in the small intestine due to the rarity of food passing through his digestive tract.

His house approached him many times, asking him to speak but as usual, Aiswa was silent or responded occasionally, as necessary. Especially if there is a Hasbi with them. Aiswa is like a living statue, cool with his world.

" Eat the cake made by Umma, then take the medicine. "

" Yes, if you are not anxious later Umma. "

Without Aiswa guessing, Umma calls Hasbi in front of her. It is very rare for Umma to do even though Hasbi had left Aiswa for more than a week, Umma did not interfere.

" Assalamu'alaikum, where's son? Aiswa's been sick since yesterday. Umma mau Safar's. "

" Wa'alaikumussalam, I'm in the apartment. Just came home Umma, well I came home, "said the voice at the end there.

" Aish, Umma wants to talk to the two of you.

" What about? "

" You move in with your husband, he may be awkward here, Buya is his teacher, and his boss. Ahmad is his best friend and his brother-in-law. There's a limit he's keeping right now, which is you. "

" He's also-yes.... "

" Have what? Aish, Umma knows you're hiding something. Say dear, Umma listen, do not repeat the incident first. Be honest with Umma, Aiswa. " Umma is half sobbing.

" Have another task, he is not only a lecturer in Tazkiya but in other campuses, not including taking care of his business as well. He's busy Umma, and I'm not his priority. "

Aiswa tried to get up and sit up, the pain in the area around his stomach he ignored. The throbbing head suddenly he halau for the sake of seeing his Umma.

" Where is a man who does not prioritize his wife, he used to marry you. Unless she has someone she loves more than you. "

Umma, don't reinforce my prejudices.

" He married me just because he wanted to hurt Ka Amir. He never loved me just to carry out his duties as a husband, as well as with me Umma. "

" What kind of marriage is this? " Abuya's voice enters Aiswa's room.

" Buya, Aish is sick, "prevent Umma.

" All the pain, the pain in the world will not hurt more than your afterlife. Devotion to the husband must be truly from the heart, sincere then your reward flows, Aiswa. "

" Even if the husband is more concerned with work for the sake of the wife, is Buya? " Umma.

" He took a living also for your hard-hearted son Umma, so that his life would be spacious. "

" Hem, right. Like you. "

" It's not talking about me. " Excited.

Aiswa did not want to discuss the dispute between his parents that increasingly often occurs when it comes to him. He closed as his hands clenched squeezing the end of his hood.

" Wa'alaikumussalam, where's my son from? " Umma can no longer be patient.

" Let your son-in-law rest first. We're out, Maryam. "

" No, I want to talk to both of them, Mom. " Umma turned his face away and now faced Aiswa back.

Hariri Salim felt his presence was not desired, he was forced to go out of Aiswa's room.

" Hasbi, Son .. where these two days come from, Umma does not want to interfere but a mother's heart cannot be ignored. I hope you are honest. "

" I don't understand what Umma means. "

" Aiswa, do you really not intend to touch her? take him away from this house, maybe that way you will become more harmonious. "

" I'm just how Aiswa is, "he answered briefly.

" Aish? " Umma looked at the face with a sad look.

" I'll come along, sorry Umma, Aish ain't sitting tight. "

" Think carefully, this is for the future of your household. Umma just help prayer. "

" In shay Allah, thank you Umma. I'm sorry if I'm not so good at looking after Aiswa.

" Friend my son, Hasbi. If you're just making him a tool, give it back to me whole, don't ruin it. " Umma stared intently before he got up and exited the room leaving the two of them.

Si-al, his gaze is sharp hunting, does Umma already know?

After closing the door, Hasbi approached Aiswa who had been lying on her back.

" You are becoming more and more Aish, don't make your pain a tool so that I pity and then release you. "

" You already have Him, why still hang with me? aren't you happy with her? "

" Don't accuse if you don't have the evidence ... You want to go back to Amir that way? hah, don't dream. I'll let you go when he gets married. Let you know, it feels tight and sick. "

" You're sick, right said Ka Naya, mentally dimeh. "

" Whoever you are, I don't care. The important thing is that my goal is achieved, it is natural that someone has to sacrifice, right? " His smile sucks.

" Oiya, don't forget, after you've recovered. We moved. " Strictly while out of the room to go somewhere else.

Aiswa can only hold back everything now, begging Robb to be strengthened and immediately open all veils so that he can be free someday.

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Turkie.

A small family of descendants of the Noble Sultanate of Solo, Anggita Kusuma is in the room of his only daughter. Her eldest son works as an architect in the country, following in the footsteps of her husband while Aruni, pursue the world of fashion design.

" Runi, are you going to visit your Buyut? Abi has allowed all your medicines to be taken, and you must check-up once you arrive. "

" So donk Mom, I haven't been home for a long time, have I? since Junior High if not wrong. I'm getting better with Mom, don't worry. "

" Later Mban Buyutmu who will pick up at the airport, where do you live? Joglo Buyut Danarhadi or Wardhani? you just recovered, baby. "

" Look, I'm comfortable where Moms is. I can't wait to smell the wet ground there. " Aruni closed his eyes, hugging himself with both hands on his chest while imagining the beauty of the countryside.

" Later we followed if brother and Abi get a long vacation. "

Aruni.

Indonesia, I'm home.

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