Assalamualaikum Ustadz Ku
62. Return to Indonesia
Pov Inspiration
"You see them, they look so romantic. Kesya prefers to marry Andika, her sultan Abimana Group!" laila said cynically. I don't understand the nature of my wife who is now turning 180°. Now she's not like the first Laila I saw. It was like seeing a different woman.
The Laila who used to make me sure married her, the good Sholehah woman. But now, Laila turned into a julid woman, who likes to ghibahin people and likes to be envious to see the happiness of others. I was in a dilemma with the household I was living in.
It's been almost a year, our wedding. But it feels like love is getting harder and harder for me to nurture. Laila's nature makes me feel ilfell. I don't like people who envy others.
I know that my wife is envious of the life of Kesya which is said to be very Wah and luxurious! Those people only saw the sheen of Kesya's life, but they did not see Kesya's suffering in order to achieve it all.
What I heard, Kesya even had to accept her husband's child from another woman, before marrying Kesya. I actually feel sorry for Kesya. But I can what? I can only help with prayer. Caring for Adrian as well as possible, because I know, Adrian must not have been able to accept the fact that his Papah turned out to have other children besides himself and his sister.
"Come get ready to go back to Indonesia! Pity the santri if we linger here!" my spoken.
"If I live in an apartment that Andika gave me, is it okay?" tanya Laila looked doubtful. I shook my head, astonished at my wife's head.
"I'll return the apartment! You think I don't have any pride, huh? Receive an apartment from the man who took my future wife? Never dream of you!" I said annoyed, I left my wife there.
I choose to go from there, stop the passing taxi, then go to a very beautiful park in the lights of a city that is so enchanting.
"Kesya, I will always pray for your happiness. Let it be, this heart holds your name. Just that, nothing more!" my monologue was sad and upset.
After feeling calmer, I decided to return to the apartment that Kesya had gifted me. They invited us both to Dubai to give me and my wife a honeymoon, but it failed. My heart is already ilfell see the behavior of my wife who is always lulid with the life of Kesya, there is no appetite at all to touch her.
"O Allah, I do not want to leave my seed to a woman like Laila. Forgive me, O Allah, if I have wronged my wife and myself." Prayer with Heart.
"Ilham, how come you're home? Where's Laila?" tanya Umy seemed surprised by Ilham's return without his wife.
"Laila was still preoccupied with hanging out with the rich in her manstion in Kesya's father-in-law." Ilham's answer successfully made Umy stroke her chest.
"Umy doesn't know what else to do with your wife, Inspiration! Forgive Umy, if impressed like an evil in-law!" Ilham looked at Umy with sadness.
"No, Umy! Inspiration apologizes for wrongly giving son-in-law to Umy. Forgive me, Umy! Hiks hyks!" Inspiration began to cry, the furrow by the grain of her tears dripping down.
"If there was an Abah, it would not be this heavy. Abah can always calm Umy's heart!"
Ilham hugged Umy tightly. Feeling guilty, at the age of his old Umy, still can not give happiness to his Umy. Even a grandchild that Umy really wanted was not able to give.
"Why do you leave me alone, anyway? I was confused there!" Laila was angry with her husband.
"Aren't you busy getting to know the rich people from Dubai?" cynical Inspiration.
"They speak Arabic, I don't understand! I'm trying to communicate in English, those who don't understand. I became like a pigeon there. Where the Kesya is more fun conversing with their guests, than with me. Adrian too, there would not accompany me at all! I just went home to find my own taxi. No one wants to take me! They don't appreciate me if you're not with me!" laila complained at length. Inspiration is just listening.
"Umy, let's pack up, we'll be home tomorrow!" ilham said without caring about his wife's complaint.
When Ilham was busy packing suddenly his phone rang, there was the name Kesya there, Ilham then raised. There was the voice of a woman there, "Assalamualaikum ustadz, where is Ustadz now?" ask someone there.
"Who am I in the apartment?" tanya Ilham was astonished, who called her instead of Kesya.
"I am the maid who took care of Den Adrian, this young Mr Adrian from earlier cried, asked to meet with Ustadz Ilham, Mrs Kesya asked me to call Ustaz is it permissible if Ilham to the apartment now?" ask the maid across there.
Inspiration saw his watch, 'now it's 22:30 already night turned out, why hasn't Adrian slept at this hour?' bathin Iljam's.
"I am now getting ready to go back to Indonesia, the plan is tomorrow I want to go home, how is it?" Inspiration to be confused itself.
"Mas Ilham, this is Adrian crying. How is this Mas?" kesya asked in panic, Ilham became dumbfounded, this is the first time Kesya called her name again.
"Mas Ilham, are you there?" ask Kesya in panic.
"Yes, Kesya! Mas here. All right, send Adrian here. Tomorrow you can pick up Adrian when you send us to the airport!" ilham said slowly.
"Will you go back to Indonesia tomorrow?" Kesya surprised not play. You see, based on the agreed schedule, they will be in Dubai in two weeks. Ilham and his family are just one Sunday in Dubai. "But there's still one more week, Mom!" kesya said trying to change the mind of Ilham.
"Mas is not calm, leaving santri too long. While here also the time is not useful. Better to go back to Indonesia!" Inspiration for the decision he has made.
"Yes already, Kesya will discuss with Mas Dika, Mas Ilham do not need to book tickets, we will take you to Indonesia!" Inspiration draws its breath. Kesya is always like that, making decisions without asking.
"All right, up to you! I'll wait for Adrian to bring you here!" Inspiration then hung up his cell phone, although his heart still wanted to linger, but his conscience did not allow it.
Laila who saw her husband talking to Kesya, looked at Ilham unhappily. "Mas is always like a buffalo on his nose, when faced with Kesya!" sindir Laila, then left Ilham alone in the living room.