Asiyah End Times
Shameful Clothes

"Is Asiyah sure, son? Umi has been suspicious since Umi's arrival yesterday. Your husband's movements are very strange, and you both clearly look like you're covering something from Umi" said Umi. Hoping for Asiyah to finish everything immediately.

"Asiyah was sure Umi, it was okay, Asiyah sincerely lived it, there was no divorce for Asiyah Umi, as long as Asiyah was still given a place to stay for shelter, good food, good food, and other things that make Asiyah still able to live and worship to Allah, Asiyah feel there is no harm if Asiyah a little patient Umi," explained Asiyah. So rigid. With that sweet smile.

"Hhhmm.butii, no-no this can't be allowed Son, your husband must take full responsibility for his wife's life, He can't just slash the living for you just for the pleasure of his mother," Umi again convinced Asiyah, that what her husband did was wrong.

"You know your husband has committed a sin, son? His mother used the money from your husband for fun, not for his basic needs!! While Asiyah as his wife was treated improperly like this, with the huge income she earned, this was really unfair Son..!!" continue Umi again, with her anger.

"Ashiyah, if you are currently being deceived by your husband and his family?"

Asiyah just silently heard the pounding of questions from Umi who bertubi coming to him.

"Yes..." Asiyah started to want to speak again in her sad tone.

Umi looked at Asiyah from her chair. The living room this morning looks very gripping with the conversation between the two of them. It was like urging Asiyah to act immediately.

"Please promise Asiyah Umi, let Asiyah solve all the problems of Asiyah's own household, promise not to tell anyone about the disgrace of Asiyah's husband" Asiyah pleaded with Umi. Those eyes held a million hopes on Umi. His voice was so soft and gentle.

"Asiyah was the one who had started this marriage, Asiyah herself chose Pak Jendi to be Asiyah's husband. So let Asiyah live it with all the trials of Allah, Asiyah is sure this will not last long, it is impossible for Allah to test Asiyah beyond the limits of the ability of Asiyah Umi," continued Asiyah again. Keep trying to convince Umi not to worry about her.

"Nakkk..?? Sela Umi again. Trying to shake the Asiyah establishment.

"Umiii.. pray Asiyah ya, pray Asiyah strong in undergoing this test, pray the best for Asiyah yaa," Asiyah smiled at Umi who was sitting next to her. Umi's embrace.

Umi was silent. She shed her tears silently. Warmly welcome the embrace of his son.

"Oo yaa Umi, Asiyah wants to continue working at home first yaa, " soon Asiyah released her embrace on Umi's body. As fast as lightning Asiyah showed a cheerful expression of joy in doing all the housework.

Umi awaits Asiyah. During that time Umi wanted to accompany Asiyah in her home. Momentary watching. It turned out to be less worrying than Umi had imagined before. It's just that it is clearly visible from the eyes of Asiyah, that her eldest daughter was pretending to be happy in front of her.

Time passes so quickly. Midday is coming soon. Umi immediately went from Asiyah's house to pick up Aisyah and Ali back from school.

This afternoon Mr. Jendi came home early, with his pale face, pressing on his stomach, his path was pounded into the house.

Asiyah, who saw the state of her husband, immediately supported the body of Mr. Jendi sat on a lounge chair in her middle room.

"Astaghfirullah Abang, what happened to Abang? Sick brother? Let Asiyah take you to the hospital?" asiyah said while dragging Pak Jendi's body sitting on the chair.

"No, it's okay, brother is okay?" said Mr. Jendi, stammered.

"Aaaawwww. aaarrggghhh.

"Yes, Brother, Asiyah get ready to change clothes, we just go to the hospital, you wait here for a while, yes,"

Asiyah moved swiftly towards her room. Run about. Grusuk. Change clothes. Didn't forget to bring his phone. Wallet, even if there is no money, it is okay to bring it, how to know later his identity is needed.

Asiyah went back down. Supporting Pak Joints.

"Because we go straight to the car, we go to the nearest hospital from here" said Asiyah. Hurrying to drag Pak Jendi. Heavy taste. But Asiyah had to be strong, because she was the only person in this house who could help her husband.

Mr. Jendi had been in the car, Asiyah laid him in the car seat. Do not forget a pillow tucked under the head of her husband, so that Mr. Jendi feel comfortable.

The door of the house has been locked. Bismilbornrahmanirrahim's. The car drove at a speed sufficient to reach the hospital immediately.

"Sabar Sayangggg, hold it, soon we arrive, Istighfar Sayangg, say the name of Allah.." said Asiyah to her husband.

"Aarrghhh. dddiiiaamm.. I'm sick Asiyah again, sakiiietttt!!!!! I don't need advice from Kamuu!!!!!! Uuhhhh!!!!" said Mr. Jendi so hard. As loud as the howling of his pain.

The impact made Asiyah speechless.

How surprised Asiyah was. At a time like this, Pak Jendi instead snapped at him with such harsh words. Astarghfirullah's.. Give my husband guidance, O Allah, Asiyah said in her heart.

Now Asiyah could only quietly hear the cry of Mr. Jendi who could not calm down. Until we get to the hospital.

Luckily, the Emergency Unit of the hospital was deserted. Pak Jendi was immediately handled by medics there.

Thirty minutes passed.

Mr. Jendi woke up from his sleep. Still in the hospital Emergency Unit. He saw Asiyah who was asleep on his left side. Laying his head on the bed where Pak Jendi was lying. Weak-headed.

The doctor came in with the nurse. How is he now, sir? Still have stomach pain?" ask the Doctor. After that deftly handle Pak Jendi.

"Alhamdulillah Doc, it was delicious, it was a pain in my stomach," replied Mr. Jendi. Weak-headed.

The inspection is complete. Alhamdulillah Pak Sendi can already go home after the infusion fluid runs out. Fortunately, Mr. Sensi was quickly dealt with earlier. Otherwise, it can be dangerous said Mr. Doctor.

Pak Jendi stomach disease turned out to be chronic. Due to her messy diet. Plus the burden of the mind that makes acid reflux disease easy to rise.

The medical team left Asiyah and Pak Jendi.

For a moment Mr. Sendi saw Asiyah who was standing next to him, releasing the departure of the medical team earlier.

His face showed anger.

"Dad, come here for a while, Brother wants to talk," said Mr. Sendi. Calling Asiyah. Low in tone, but pressing.

Asiyah pulled over quickly. Approaching her husband's face. Asiyah sat in the small chair next to the bed.

"Did Asiyah deliberately humiliate you?" ask Mr. Jendi. Slowly.

"I mean Brother?" Asiyah was confused by that question.

"Why are you wearing clothes like this? So shabby!!" obviously Mr. Joints. Tartly.

Asiyah was silent for a moment. Holding sadness. Suddenly the tears wanted to fall again because of the speech of Mr. Jendi who was just talking. After the fatigue and panic he felt today.

"This is the clothes that Asiyah had Abang, besides Asiyah was in a hurry to change clothes, Asiyah panicked to immediately help Abang, where could Asiyah choose clothes to style," explained Asiyah. Striving hard.

"Forgot you Asiyah, Brother is a big company owner, what would people say if anyone saw you like this??!! And all the media will write the news with the title 'Asiyah is Getting Shabby After Marriage', that's what you want right??!!" Mr. Jendi is really angry.

"Excuse Asiyah Abang, but where can Asiyah get money to take care of herself? While. Aahh already, Asiyah was tired, Asiyah was tired of discussing money issues like this with Abang, in the condition that Asiyah did not work, you think to yourself, did the money just fall from the sky??" asiyah.

Asiyah was very disappointed. He immediately left with quick steps leaving Pak Jendi. Asiyah calmed herself down outside for a moment. Sitting on the porch of the ER room in a daydream that let out a lot of teardrops, the view was straight facing the outside of the building.