Hazimah and Aqlan
Polygamy

Aqlan invites Zimah to approach her family who have been waiting in the living room.

"Sorry we're late" said Aqlan tan yummy

Aqlan greets her grandfather, abi, and umi in Zimah's follow, and receives a helping hand from the teenage boys and girls for salami, as well as Zimah, except for the teenage boys.

"Take your wife sit down." said Abi Aqlan

"Mad Abi"

"Here let Zimah sit near the same umi salsa aja" said Umi directly invite her daughter-in-law to sit between her and her daughter.

Aqlan sighed looking at her Umi and directly sat down next to her younger brother.

"It's Khansa salsabila Riddaudin girl umi and her one-on-one abi, the youngest, and it's that teenage boy's name is Muhammad Alif Akram Riddaudaudin, umi's son and abi's second."

Umi introduced with great enthusiasm to make Zimah happy to see her.

"That's Mbah Aqlan from his abi" continued umi pointing with her thumb.

"Well this is Aqlan's abi" said Umi again, pointing at her husband.

"If that one is familiar, right?" the joking earth on Zimah pointed at Aqlan.

"Yes umi already" Zimah said chuckling softly as she nodded.

"Sorry, madam, last night salsa did not welcome the arrival of mbak same mas Aqlan" said salsa looking at Zimah beside her

"It's okay, anyways last night we got to midnight, it's natural to be asleep" Zimah smiled.

They also exchanged stories, Zimah with Umi and Salsa, while Aqlan with mbah, abi, and Alif.

"That you may settle here, for Aqlan must have begun to learn to lead the hut ahead of her." The words of the mbah make all her silent, for they are silent, including Zimah think about his business in several cities including Jakarta.

Aqlan who knew what his wife was thinking immediately looked at the grandfather.

"If settled Aqlan can not mbah, because Zimah also has a duty in Jakarta, In shaa Allah Aqlan and Zimah will divide the time here and in Jakarta."

"If that's how can you replace your abi?" mbah looked at Aqlan

"This is Allah Aqlan can change."

Although not completely convinced by his words, but Aqlan tried to convince his grandfather.

"Remember the terms you gave me."

Mbah's words, made Aqlan speechless to look at the grandfather's bead eyes full of seriousness.

Umi looked at Zimah who was silent staring at the floor, umi immediately turned her gaze to the husband who was also staring at Zimah.

As if you know what his wife thinks, Abi Ahmad immediately shifted his gaze to look at the brother sitting in front of him.

"Well, let Aqlan and his wife talk about this matter first" suggested Abi Ahmad

Mbah sighed then stood looking at Aqlan who was sitting down.

"That you agree with your Abi's advice, speak of your decision ahead of him."

"Mbah's seeds"

Mbah stepped dead in the living room.

"Don't think too much of an Mbah talk" said Umi gently embracing Zimah who lowered her head.

Zimah raised her head to look at Umi with a faint smile.

"Let's hope you can make the right decision, remember, don't be rash." Abi looked at Zimah and Aqlan alternately "And you are Aqlan, as a priest, you must be calm to make a decision, not just because of your mba requirements, you hurt your wife." abi's advice on Aqlan berguki steady.

"Jih Abi."

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Aqlan and Zimah were sitting on the edge of her second mattress, both silently staring at the floor.

"What requirements does Mbah give to mas?" Zimah started a chat looking at Aqlan beside her.

Aqlan did not immediately reply, changing the sitting position slightly tilted facing the wife.

Zimah.

"But mas ngak want, because mas have chosen you, before mas kau mas kau want in a mate right." Aqlan clasped Zimah's hands together.

"If you haven't met Zimah, will you accept the match.?" zimah asked, looking at Aqlan waiting for a response.

Aqlan.

"It's not because we met and then we made a match, but because we were fools then we met" said Aqlan smiling

"And I'm sure you're a mate, a rib of mas, someone who always mas do'a right."

Zimah was moved to hear the words of her husband.

"If Zimah complicates dakwah mas, then mas will be married to the grandson of the late friend of Mbah and Zimah in polygamy?, what are the requirements of mbah.?" guess Zimah precisely, making Aqlan surprised.

"Where do you know?"

"Zimah only guesses from the chatter and the story of the mas" said Zimah tried to calm down even though he was surprised because his guess was right.

"Mas won't marry again." Aqlan clasped Zimah's hand firmly, believing.

"Mas, Zimah does not hate polygamy, but Zimah does not want and is not ready for polygamy now or later" said Zimah softly with a soft look.

Aqlan immediately hugged Zimah by gently stroking the back of the wife to give her peace.

"Mas will not be polygamy, only you will be the only wife, until anytime, mas promise" said Aqlan convinced.

Zimah stared into Aqlan's eyes, there wasn't the slightest lie within her.

"Zimah did not ask for a promise, because Allah is all-reversing the heart" Zimah said, holding Aqlan's hand with both hands.

"Yes dear"

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Aqlan's answer made Zimah turn her red face because of salting.

"You know if again the shame of her beauty is more and more together." praise Aqlan pulled Zimah's chin to look at her.

"Gombal" Zimah's bitch on Aqlan who chuckles

"That's not a fight, but reality."

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Zimah's face turned red with an impromptu kiss from Aqlan.

Aqlan chuckled softly at Zimah who turned her face, rubbing Zimah's cheek gently.

"If you want us to stay here, Zimah will come" Zimah said looking at Aqlan

"We're going to divide our time here and in Jakarta"

"Will not be able to mas, mas have a lot to learn to lead the pesantren replace Abi."

"This is Allah can, and I do not want to stay far from you, if you have business in Jakarta we will go there together, and if you are here, you must also be here, if you are here, sama mas." said Aqlan firmly do not want to be denied.

Zimah chuckled making Aqulan frown in wonder.

"Zimah didn't say we'd live far away" Zimah said in between her rascals.

"Continue?"

"Zimah will stay here with the mas." said Zimah smilingly patting the back of Aqlan's hand.

"How are you doing?"

"Zimah can monitor from here."

"I'm sorry for marrying me, you're so limited."

Aqlan stroked the smiling cheek of Zimah.

"Marriage to a mas is a gift from God to Zimah."