HIDAYAH
23. Last Flash Back

Bissmillah.

I hope this book will be a book for anyone who reads it.

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Don't grieve, whatever you lose will return in another form - Jalaludin Rumi

Don't just thank God when things are going well, thank Him even when things get tough.

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Silence was just sobs of crying heard, and the roar of the vehicle they were riding in. There is nothing to talk about, a lot! There's a lot to discuss. But the man chose silence, giving his wife time to vent his emotions.

Bitter when they swallow, where the reception will be held at the house of the groom. In their minds they flogged thinking of one thing, what would they say to Tito's parents.

"Cay!"

"Bang!"

They yell at the same time, and Tito pulls the car over. Then he grabbed the arm of the woman who had only been his wife for a few days.

"Sorry Brother! You're forcing all this too much. My brother separated his parents and children. Sorry dear sorry !" he said with shaky shoulders.

"Maybe this is our way Bang, maybe this is called the test of sacrifice. You are not wrong, there is nothing wrong here. All just wait for time, everything will return to how it was!" Younar said heavily. The sound that came out was choked because of the sobs that had not subsided.

"I can't promise to fix all your problems, but I can promise you won't face them all alone" Tito said.

It was still midnight when they reached Papa's house. Mama Ajeng was surprised to see her son and daughter-in-law standing in front of the door, with a soft sob still remaining.

"Go ahead come on, bring all her things," asked Mama Ajeng

Two cups of warm tea were served to them, then Tito told about the incident they experienced. Unable to hold back the tears, Mama Ajeng also felt their sadness.

"You are patient! Don't worry about the reception, let us arrange it, now go to bed. Rest your bodies, tomorrow morning we discuss this matter." said Papa Bagus.

"Give everything to the Khalik, Insyaalloh tomorrow will be better," added Mama Ajeng.

In the room they both took turns cleaning themselves. The luggage they all put on one point, too tired to arrange it now, Yunar thought.

She was laying herself down, the single mattress had changed to a larger size.

With a soft satin shirt that Yunar wears to bandage her body. Shortly afterwards Tito came out of the bathroom with a fresh face.

"Bang Mandi?"

"Not just wash your face, clothes tomorrow to be helped by the same procedure mbok Mah yes. Don't do it yourself" Tito asked his wife. With a nod and a smile as a wordless answer that Yunar threw.

Just by wearing a boxer and a thin tee shirt, Tito also broke down. Hugging the wife who was behind him, peeking at the nape of his neck and pulling Yunar's body to stick together.

"Abang did not ask to forget the incident earlier, Abang just want not to suppress your own grief. Share with me,"

"If something in front of you scares you and something behind you makes you sick, then look up. God never fails to help you." added Tito.

Yunar did not answer, only sobs that were already inaudible. Her face was hiding in her husband's neck. Kissing the pheromones of the body of his loved ones, makes his own peace in Yunar.

Hugging tightened, Tito kissed the head of the wife. Transferring the power of the mind, even though there is a turbulence that is held down there.

There was nothing Tito could do but calm his wife. Deep sadness, expelled on a happy day becomes a halal couple.

Feel like a bad boy? that's certain.

Feel like an unfilial child? it's obvious.

This was what Yunar and Tito felt as well take in this tragedy.

The sound of regular breathing was already heard by Tito, letting his wife sleep at this time was the best thing. He stared at the closed eyes, rubbed his wife's lower lip. Still wet cheeks from the remains of tears.

Looking at his wife, Tito sighed and hugged Yunar's shoulder tightly. Guilt has penetrated the heart.

Seeing the innocent face that sacrificed for him, who was invited was looking for peace by following the teachings of the life of someone he loved

"O Allah, help your servant bring him to you in goodness.

Alhamdulillahil ladzi anqadzahu minan,

Praise be to Allah who has saved him from the fires of hell" with a heavy voice Tito prayed softly, then blew his wife's yam.

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Early morning, after the morning prayer. They discussed the reception that will be held at this house in three days.

At six o'clock, many neighbors will come to grab or rent. And the bride is home, what the neighbors will say. That was what became uneg-uneg Yunar, thinking about such detailed things.

Mama who heard Tito's story, could not hold back her crying anymore. So quickly God opened the veil of Jonah, but not discouraged. But the two old men knew this was the path of good that God had prepared for them.

"If later the Yunar family especially your parents do not come. We will visit the garden, discuss this matter. You don't have to come along, so as not to add to their emotions. Let this be our business, as parents!

Yunnar who is calm in the room, no need to help cook for the event behind! In order not to be a gossip," said papa.

"It's also okay if they know Yunnar here, just that Mama is tired if she has to explain. So Yunar's in the room, honeymoon with your husband, all calm your mind, son," added Mama comforted me.

This day passed Yunar by processing her husband's room into a room together. Tito was also busy helping, even Tito added his room furniture.

Dressing table for the wife, the original plan they want to make a special teak wooden dresser. But plan stay plan, buy so in the furniture store is the fastest alternative.

Yunar did not leave the room at all, she was busy rearranging the wardrobe. Eat the mother. Tito added plastic cabinets to their daily clothes.

"Well, I'm going to have a reception to wear a hijab ?"

"Well! It's gonna be Cay's problem if there's a big family coming in !"

"But I want to Bang, it's wet. I don't want to take the responsibility anymore! They don't wear hijabs, they're angry with me!"

"That's aja Bang, the dress of my choice can also be used as hijab clothing,"

Tito immediately looked for his Mama, actually Tito objected but also happy. At least this is his wish. Mama also agreed to Yunar's request, and immediately called the MUA.

Late at night, jamasai jamaah isya. Yuna came out of the room to fill her stomach with Tito. Only a few neighbors have not returned. And they are still among the close relatives of the Tito family.

Yunar's sadness is reduced because of her activities all day. Once tired of their bodies after filling their stomachs, they cleanse themselves and prepare to release their fatigue.

No need to wait long, they also fell asleep by hugging each other.

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Morning blind after dawn Yunar is ready to be made over. Rumbling in his heart, imagine if his parents come and see him wearing a hijab like a Muslimah. Yunar wanted to show her earnestness, she was confident in her choice. Wishing his parents to melt how shady he is in a covered dress.

But all was lost, until at the end of the event none of Yunar's relatives came. Yunar resignedly accepted her fate, and tried hard.

Tito's parents gave an excuse if the besan family had already handed over the matter of this reception completely. And indeed when we came that night no one knew.

Tok tok tok tok

"Nar, Anin open the door!" mom's voice knocked on the front door.

"The story is sometime again Nin! Mama's coming. If asked? we await their arrival! Understand you" Yunar ordered.

"Keep when, Mama forgive Brother?" Anin asked quickly because she was still a little curious.

"The first pregnant woman, the one who miscarried, was already open! Yes Ma wait!" ingenious Yunar to Anin while answering Mama.

"Loh! you guys haven't slept, why

the the thepast?"

"Wait for Mama!" answer them in unison.

After opening the door Anin entered her room and Mama passed back. Tito cleaned the car.

In the room Tito asked "Why hasn't he slept? Hemm?" a gentle kiss landed frowned and briefly lipped.

"I tell you our story Bang" Yunar replied while in her husband's arms.

"Be careful not to let Mama know, Brother does not want because of this problem, we are troubled again"

" I told you so Anin could also bring herself in the future,"

"Yes yeah, already there sleep, Brother clean the body first. Brother hugged, miss!" the usual friendly whispers Tito gives to his halal lover.

No need to wait long, after cleaning himself, Tito walked to see his baby who some time did not see. Gently kiss the cheek of the kingpin, then close the bedrail as a safety and then turn to walk side by side to lay his body beside Yunar.

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"Good Morning." said Tito as Yunar opened her eyes.

Yunar blinked her eyes, looking at Tito who was lying on his hands near her.

"Would you wake up from that?" ask Yunar.

"Wait for you.." murmured Tito rubbed Yunar's cheek slowly.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet" said Yunar pulling her blanket over her face.

"You're pretty when." Tito approached his wife and lowered his head to the top of her head.

"It can be," replied Yunar. He still had a blanket on his face.

"Where? Comfortable living here?" tito asked as he pulled the blanket from his wife's face. "I want to see your face, baby..."

"Where, what matters is your Bang." replied Yunar.

Tito looked at his wife's face and smiled. His heart just confirmed the words of Yunar just now. Anywhere, where they come together should not be a problem.

Then Tito wrapped his one free hand around his wife's body. He became more and more convinced with all the decisions he made when he married the woman.

Anxiety is always created in the morning before they start the day. Makes a mood booster for nursing mothers.

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In Surah Al-Baqarah verse 187, Allah SWT says: "

Hunna libasun lakum wa antum libasun lahunna,".

Which means: "They (your wife) are clothes for you, and you (husband) are clothes for them, too,".

The description of the verse is an affirmation of the interplay between the two in all sides of married life.

Especially the mutual to love, love, serve, protect, please, and make each other happy. By this principle, the text of the hadith narrated by Abu Dawud above can be understood as reciprocal (mubis). Namely, the wife is also entitled to get personal relationship services according to her taste from the husband.

...The above limit does not apply to those who are still JOMBLO. ...

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