Hazimah and Aqlan
Ning Ais

After making sure to get out of the living room, Zimah sighed her, walking slowly beside Salsa who had come to match her sister-in-law's steps.

"Well, is it okay?" Salsa looked at her dreamy-looking sister-in-law and did not realize they were already at Salsa's doorstep.

Zimah. "What are we going to do?" Zimah looked at Salsa for a while and saw the door in front of her that had greetings and other writings, using Arabic script.

Salsa opened the door to her room. "Assalamu'alaikum" he said, although no one answered,

Zimah also said Greetings like Salsa before entering.

"I want to ask you a favor" Salsa saw Zimah sitting on the sofa in her room.

"Solicit what please?"

"I have a task to ask for hafalin hadith, so I ask sima'in mbak, I think I have memorized what not."

Zimah nodded looking at her sister-in-law who was sitting on the edge of the cashier.

Somehow Zimah felt that her sister-in-law was just an excuse, so they could get out of the living room discussing what Zimah was avoiding. But Zimah was grateful for her sister-in-law's sensitivity to herself.

Zimah smiled. "Where's the book.?" pinta Zimah

"But just be sure."

Zimah saw Salsa heading towards the closet with many books and books.

"It's mbak"

Zimah received a book from Salsa that had been opened. And immediately see the hadith appointed by his sister-in-law.

Zimah was amazed to hear Salsa reading the hadith so smoothly.

"So much terror did you read the hadith." Zimah was amazed to see Salsa sitting next to him.

"Alhamdulillah, jazakillah mbak" Zimah smiled at the thanks from Salsa

"That's all your books?" point to Zimah in the closet she saw

Salsa nodded with a smile. "Yes mbak"

Zimah nodded with a smile

They started telling stories. Do not know what they both tell so that it shows a variety of expressions. Seriously, tense, surprised, even laughing, as if the incident in the living room had never been heard.

"Don't know?, I've always wanted to have a big brother, can go out together, can confide, story together, laugh together, like I'm the same mbak." his fight spoiled

"But if I have a sister, I can't be fat, but a sister" Salsa sighed harshly

Zimah chuckled at Salsa's sullen look.

"Want to have a sister?" Salsa shook strongly

"Yes, don't be mbak, umi is old."

Zimah smiled

"Can take Aqlan mas and Alif mas" said Zimah probed with what Salsa said earlier.

Salsa immediately snorted

"Can't be invited to such a date, they're not exciting mbak."

Zimah chuckled again hearing Salsa's story.

"Then I was lucky to have a sister-in-law like Zimah" Salsa said with a happy twinkle.

"Mbk is not from the kiyai family" Zimah suddenly insecure considering the young woman who wants to be in a match with her husband. The girl who looks sholehah.

Salsa shook her head and smiled.

"We must not see people of their status, as long as they believe in Allah. Then we should be grateful to have her."

"Umi also said, we should not look despicable at a person who is far from his god, because God is closer to sinners than to arrogant people."

Salsa ended with a sincere smile.

Zimah is moved by "Umi is a great mother, who is sholeha. Ma'am amazed as Umi." said Zimah sincerely with a smile.

Zimah walked towards her room and Aqlan who was not far from Salsa's room.

Slowly opening the door of his room that looks lonely, it turns out Aqlan does not exist.

Zimah rushed to get a towel and went into the bathroom to clean himself.

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Aqlan slowly opened the door and saw his wife as after praying and sat down while teaching, so solemn, she did not realize her husband who had noticed her.

"Shodaqollahul 'dzim."

Zimah kissed his old qur'an solemnly as if he did not want to be released.

"Personal"

Zimah immediately descended the Qur'an from her face when she heard the gentle voice of her husband.

"Mass? since when did you get in?" looking at the door Iau looked at her husband

"From you still read the Qur'an"

Aqlan sat cross-legged beside his wife

"You're so excited' naji, until you don't realize you're in the room."

"I'm sorry, man" said Zimah

Aqlan smiled

"Mas, can Zimah go back to Kalimantan.?"

Aqlan's face instantly turned startled, her mind raging, hearing his wife's request.

"Come home?"

Zimah nodded

"In kalimantan?"

Zimah nodded again staring at Aqlan in surprise

"alone?"

Zimah was silent

"Will not come?" ask Zimah

"You" nodded quickly

"Continue?"

Aqlan scowled, then quickly changed her smiling expression.

"You want to go home the same?"

Zimah.

Aqlan let out her sigh of relief.

"Kirain mas, you're angry at the same mas, about the living room earlier."

Zimah was silent, then she looked at Alan with a smile.

"I want to go back to the village because I want to tell my aunt to come to our walimahan event. Actually want to ngabarin by phone, but in retrospect, I want to stay home with my husband" said Zimah smiled sweetly.

Zimah's smile was contagious to Aqlan who looked at her wife in awe, because she could still smile even though her heart was not fine.

"As will come with you, I don't want you to go home alone" said Aqlan possessively.

Zimah chuckles

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"Greetings yes mbak, I am Ayesha, call Aja Ais"

Zimah received a helping hand from the girl on the side as their introduction.

"Call Zimah aja ning, like his umuran we sepantaran."

Ning Ais smiled gently.

"I'm sorry my parents said that yes, it should not be his abi said that in front of you who notabe his wife Gus Aqlan" said ning Ais

Zimah stared in Ais's eyes, there was no boasting in her.

"It's okay, it's over"

Zimah smilingly looked at Ais who looked elegant and sholehah, just mbah mbah mbah match her husband with the girl next to her.

Zimah sighed softly looking at the santri-santri who passed by, in front of her, and occasionally they stole a glance at her as well Aisyah.

"Aqlan's base gus chose you to be his wife, you're a sholehah woman." praise Ning Ais looking at Zimah with a smile

"Aamiin. I am still in the stage of learning to become a sholehah woman" said Zimah humbled

"I know you're a businessman because I'm one of your admirers"

Zimah was surprised

"I'm amazed that you keep your marwah as a Muslim woman in the midst of your success. Where outside there are many women who want to beautify themselves to be seen to be flattered"

Zimah silently looked at Ais who continued to admire her.