For A Husband Who Doesn't Love Me
17. Seriously

It had been five days since the arrival of their two mothers. After making sure their household was fine, Maira's mother continued to whine to Bu Zainab to immediately return to the village.

Ms. Zainab actually did not want to linger, but the child and daughter-in-law were very suspicious for her.

"Why did Mom get home so soon? Maira's still missing..." Maira said with a spoiled.

"Absolutely Maira doesn't pity me for being alone, hmm? Anything itself... Mother even these few days suspended much worship because of it..."

Maira was stunned to hear her mother's words.

"You know what, son? Every time you spend with your husband is a worship service. There are many rewards you will receive in the Hereafter. That is why it is said that marriage is the longest worship. After marriage, one completes half of his religion. Just talk Maira to nak Hidayat a word, there is worship in it, and of course there is also sin. It depends what Maira said to her husband Maira..." Added his mother again.

Hidayat who was also sitting there, also felt slapped by his father-in-law's speech. He glanced at Maira who was still looking down on the words given by her mother.

"I'm sorry Maira, Mom... Maira's selfishness makes Maira forget that Mother also has responsibilities and obligations at home..." Maira's words were filled with guilt.

"You don't have to apologize, son... Just help your parents make what they dream of their daughter happen. And you know, right, what?"

Maira nodded. "A woman was told that her father was ill, but her husband had not returned at the time. Then he sent someone to ask the Prophet. Rasullullah said, 'Obey your husband...' Not long after, she got word that her father had died, and she sent someone back to see the Prophet. And the Prophet said the same thing, 'Obey your husband...'. He was in a dilemma, until the person who reported his father's condition said that his father would be buried, and did he not want to see his father's face for the last time? The woman was sad, but soon a man was sent by the Prophet to tell her that her father had gone to heaven because of his obedience to her husband."

Hidayat was stunned to hear Maira's story. A familiar story, and often heard. But this time he heard it with a different feeling. His wife was telling the story, and he felt that there was a meaningful message implied in it.

"What about you, Yat?" Bu Zainab looked at her son sharply.

"Eh?" Hidayat. "Mac-masuds, Mother?"

"How do you treat your wife, the same way you maintain the dignity of your parents, especially Mother..." Said zainab.

"Yes, Mom, Hidayat understands... Insha Allah Hidayat will treat Maira as well as possible... Hidayat promise..." Hidayat's pledge looks convincing.

Maira spontaneously looked at him. His gaze was flat full of probes, while his mother Maira smiled happily.

"Thank you, Nak Hidayat... Now I'm more and more convinced that Maira will definitely be happy with you... Next time, you should take some time off for the holidays, yeah... Isn't that besan?"

"really it... It should have been..." Sahut Bu Zainab fast.

"God willing, Mom... After the Hidayat Thesis is over, we will take a walk... Thank God the development of the stall has also started to grow now... Ms. Lila, our kiosk neighbor next month her contract expires, and she has no intention of continuing. So, Hidayat plans to take it. The stall is now very narrow, ma'am..." Hidayat.

Maira's forehead frowned at hearing that.

"That's good, son... Automatic employees are also added, right?" Maira's mother looks proud.

"The plan is so, ma'am... I pray, yes..."

"We always wish you all the best."

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The house is back tonight. It was past the time, Maira was about to lay her body on the bed. Some days he sleeps on the couch, and because his mother and mother-in-law have returned home, he thinks his life will return to the way it was when he first came to this house.

Just as he leaned back and opened the book, suddenly the sound of Hidayat motor was heard in the yard of the house. Maira was astonished, not usually her husband would come home from campus so soon, except when there was their mother at home.

Maira was willing to be indifferent, she resumed her reading. Moments later, the door to his room rattled. "Assynoltom..."

Maira surprised. He quickly pulled out the blanket, then covered his entire body.

"Wa'alaikum hail" he answered, turning his back to the door.

"Maira?" Hidayat confusion. He walked slowly to the bed.

"Why indeed?" Tanya Hidayat pretended not to understand anything.

"Just stop there first..."

"Yes, okay..." Hidayat stopped his steps while raising both of his hands.

"Rear...!" Maira's orders again.

"Make what?"

"Just follow..." Maira said begging.

According to Hidayat, he turned and turned his back to Maira. With that opportunity, Maira immediately grabbed her folded face on the back of the chair, then quickly installed it.

"What's the fuck in here?" Maira asked as she walked in front of Hidayat.

"Kok Maira asked instead? Brother wants to sleep, rest. What else would you like to do?"

"In this room?"

"Because, yes..."

"Not in the other room? Tonight is just the two of us. Our mother has come home..."

Hidayat sighed, then walked away from Maira towards the sofa. He put his bag on the table, then opened his alma mater.

Maira's getting surprised. She followed her husband there.

"Maira still thinks this is a charade?" Tanya Hidayat looked disappointed.

"Then?"

Hidayat got up from his seat, then walked in front of Maira. He took both of Maira's hands, and then grasped them, making Maira's heart beat fast for a moment.

"Don't Maira think that Maira's prayers are answered, and now Brother's heart has fallen on Maira? Brother feels at ease when with Maira, and Brother is comfortable..."

Maira looked at her hand that could not be separated from Hidayat's grasp.

"Can we start everything from now on?" Tanya Hidayat looked so earnest.

Maira looked up, looking at Hidayat with a hint of hesitation. But he could not deny that he was very happy at the moment.

"Why?" Maira ventured to ask. "What makes you look at Maira?"

Hidayat. He himself did not know the answer, but what he said about his feelings for Maira was not a lie. He had begun to be interested, and even he wanted to undergo an earnest marriage service with his wife.

"Did you?" Call Maira to wake Hidayat from his daydream.

"Abang is afraid of being wrong, Maira... But, having feelings for Maira was not a mistake... You don't know what to answer, because you don't know the answer... What you feel, Maira is so sincere, that you do not want to be separated from Maira in the slightest..." Say Hidayat with teary eyes.

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