Caught in the Love of the Past
Chapter 7

Dimas refused to go home. He did not want his emotions to increase when he saw his wife, so he chose to stay in the widow's shop without the child.

"Oh yeah, I went in first, yeah," Sus said as she let out her seductive smile.

Susi smiled, she was happy to see that Dimas did not want to go home, because with this he would be easy to get close to Dimas.

Warung Susi is located in a separate yard with a terrace of the house, so Dimas felt it was okay if he spent the night in the shop of the widow.

Meanwhile, Fitri at home is worried waiting for her husband who has not returned home since. Dimas was used to coming home from the stall in the middle of the night, but this time Fitri was worried because there was currently a problem between the two of them that had not been resolved, he wanted to talk about the problems they were facing.

Fitri wants to straighten out the misunderstanding that occurred between the two of them. If allowed to drag on then this maslaah will get bigger.

Fitri lay on a casual mattress they used to wear. There was already lying Rasya who fell asleep soundly because of fatigue invited mother Dimas to go to the house of his friend who was still in the village.

In a rented house, they only have a casual mattress where they sleep in one room that is available in their small rented.

Fitri flipped her body so she could fall asleep. However, his eyes could not be closed as his mind was still muddled.

Fitri took her phone, she tried calling Dimas' number. The phone number of Dimas is not active at all.

Finally Fitri got up from his lying position, he took a plastic chair and sat there playing his phone.

Fitri opened Facebook, which he previously posted some online sales that he had been engaged in so far. After he finished posting some of the products he sold, Fitri also looked at various status of his friends.

“Astaghfirullah, Bang Dimas!” pekik Fitri when she saw the post of one of her husband's friends.

“What does Bang Dimas do there?” muttered Fitri, she wondered in her heart.

“This warung is his position where, yes?” lirih Fitri's.

Fitri again wondered in his heart because he did not know the place where her husband was displayed on the Facebook page of one of the villagers who he himself only knew the name.

"What should I do? This photo has just been uploaded, it could be that tonight Bang Dimas chose to sleep in the stalls of people who have been closed rather than go home" murmured Fitri.

The mother-of-one is now increasingly concerned about her husband.

"Oh my God, what should I do?" lirih Fitri's.

"Astaghfirullah, did You deliberately give me this ordeal as a reminder of me who was too far away from You?" Fitri began to shed tears.

He got up from his seat, he stepped into the bathroom for ablution, Fitri began to perform night prayers that he had not done for a long time.

As he remembered, the last time he did evening prayers was when he was still sitting in college, Fitri was very diligent in performing circumcision services, he said, but since marriage she has been too busy spending her time trying to find a life for herself and her family.

The salary earned by Dimas is only enough for their living expenses in one week, for the next week Fitri struggled with selling cooking food to be left in stalls.

Fitri began to raise his hand to surrender to the Khalik. He began to ask for forgiveness for the sins he had done so far.

When he was satisfied he wept over his sins, he begged God for help.

Allah is the only place where every servant depends. That night, Fitri continued to spill his sadness on the Creator until before dawn he could fall asleep and forget his problems for a moment.

As the dawn of Azan reverberated, there was a knock on the door from the outside. Fitri immediately woke up from her sleep. He who had been sleeping on his tongue and still wearing a mukena immediately took off his face and put it on the prayer mat without being folded.

Fitri stepped towards the door, and opened the door of the house for the husband.

"A long time, anyway!" snapped Dimas when the door was open.

"It's none of your business" Dimas snapped again.

Last night he left the house did not make himself start to think and calm down, but still the emotions he showed to the wife.

"What did you say, Bang? Husband not coming home all night is not his wife's business? Since when is the husband's business not a wife's affair?" tanya Fitri began to be disappointed with the attitude of the husband.

"What does a cheating wife care about behind her husband? Can a cheating wife still be said to be a wife?" snapped Dimas.

Dimas expressed his regret to his wife. Dimas was very sure that his wife was cheating on him.

"Astaghfirullah, Bang. Once you said that to me, I never cheated. I just thought the person who called me was Rayhan. However, it turns out he is a fraud," said Fitri trying to defend himself.

"Should it be that if you knew that man was your ex-lover, you would no longer continue chatting with him, or would you still love him?" dimas said, venting his anger.

Fitri was speechless to hear the words of her husband, she was self-conscious deep down Rayhan's name was still etched clearly in her heart.

With great difficulty he tried to remove the name, but precisely with this problem made Fitri again remember his story with Rayhan.

Two years he was dating Rayhan, they never had a fight. Every problem they face is always solved with a cool head so that their love grows.

Only fate does not favor their love.

"It's true that you still love that man!" tuding Dimas then he passed into the room.

After that, Fitri stepped into the bathroom and got ready for dawn prayers.

After the dawn prayer, Fitri also did his duty as a wife. He started cooking for breakfast and lunch later.

He started cleaning the house, while Rasya was still sleeping, there was a chance for him to do his job to wash dishes and clothes.

Meanwhile, Dimas went back to sleep next to Rasya.

At 7:00, Fitri woke up her husband. She had not seen her husband perform dawn prayers.

As a wife she felt a responsibility to remind her husband if he made a mistake.

"Bang, wakeup. It was noon," Fitri said.

Fitri shakes the body of the husband.

"Bang, you have not prayed dawn yet" Fitri said again.

"Mhm," muttered Dimas.

He was reluctant to get up, as if his heart was closed.

"Bang, it's noon. You haven't prayed dawn." Fitri kept trying to wake Dimas up.

"What the hell? Don't bother me!" suddenly Dimas woke up.

He stared hard at his wife.

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