Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 85:

”I want to stop teaching at Al Bidayah pesantren, ustadz, Gus,” said Aidan. And the two humans before him both turned their heads, staring at each other in confusion. Then Ustadz Jaidi looked at Aidan.

”Why?” ask Ustadz Jaidi.

Aidan scratched his nape and Wafi watched him closely. ”Anu I..” He sighed, making Wafi and ustadz Jaidi sigh at the same time. ”I quit because of yesterday's problem,” he said forward.

”Do not, pesantren need a teacher like you. What makes you worry? Your sister retreated, and you yourself also retreated. I do not condone Chairil's actions with your sister, but this does not affect your devotion to the Pesantren. Pesantren place everyone, everyone's rights, everything can be wrong, but also have the right to correct mistakes,” said Wafi and Aidan touched to hear it, although his attitude is sometimes disrespectful, but Wafi still wants him to stay.

”Sya, Aidan. Think again, how you first entered, how you were at the beginning of learning, until now can become a teacher and devotee, pesantren advanced because of good teachers and teachers and diligent and patient, and patient, in teaching all santri and santriwati,” added ustadz Jaidi trying to persuade. But Aidan showed no acceptance of his words.

”Maybe I want to find work, and closer to my sickly mother, I am sorry, but I have no reason to stay, my mother has asked me to go home. Devotion to Pesantren is amazing, but not the main parent,” said Aidan rasping and Wafi nodding his head, he understood, because his position and Aidan are the same.

”Iya I understand that, are you really sure?” tanya Wafi and Aidan nodded without hesitation. ”We all can't keep you, we'll all always remember you. And one that you should know, pesantren open for you, come if you have time,” he continued so friendly and Aidan smiled warmly.

”Thank you, for sure, I'll come if there's time. Please pray, for the good of me and my family. I apologize profusely, if there is a wrong word, and behavior, especially for yesterday's problems,” he said gently and Wafi and Ustadz Jaidi nodded. They got up and hugged each other and patted their shoulders. Aidan had already told the other pesantren managers about his setback. And he waited for Wafi to be able to speak and apologize.

The three of them left the hall, then parted in different directions. Wafi stepped away and twice pressed the dark-colored pecans, he fell silent and his hands behind his back. His gaze turned sharp, his jaw hardened and on the back, his hands clenched firmly. Jealousy enveloped him who was jealous, when he saw his wife approached Chairil in front of the house. Don't know what? And he doesn't like it.

”I want to talk for a while, I need your help Shafiyah,” added Chairil and Shafiyah holding a broomstick in her right hand strong, she is afraid of slander, her husband is also not at home.

”What's up? I can't stay for long,” said Shafiyah and kept looking down.

”You are Khalisah's cousin, I need your help, I hope you want to persuade Khalisah, so that he wants me to bring him back home. Only you wish me Shafiyah,” she said hoarsely and Shafiyah bit her lower lip crabbed. He could not promise anything, had tried to send a chat, but Khalisah just read it, and he did not want to be involved or considered a bully in other people's household problems.

”I cannot promise,” Shafiyah added.

”Please try,” pinta Chairil raspy. He stepped forward and Shafiyah was aghast. Shafiyah fell silent as her husband came and blocked Chairil's move.

”Yes Allah, don't get any misunderstandings. Where is abi's face, so much more,” Shafiyah muttered.

”Ngapain anyway?" ketus Waffes.

”Wafi, I need your wife's help, make Khalisah,” Chairil explained.

”Iya, later. But do not also long chat with the wife of people, you are highlighted by everyone because of yesterday's problems, do not aggravate the atmosphere by approaching Shafiyah. You can talk to me first, if you need something with my wife, Chairil,” he said full of emotion and Shafiyah pulled the tip of the white Koko shirt. Wafi turned his head to the tail of his eyes, then he looked back at Chairil.

”I'm sorry, assalamu'alaikum.” Chairil stepped away, and did not want to get into trouble, the problem with Khalisah had already made half his head almost messy. Far from a good wife and kids? Of course not, regret always comes after being discovered.

Now, Wafi turned around and looked at Shafiyah sharply. ”Log in!” it was slow but firm.

”Why say that? Why glaring?” shafiyah asked irritatedly and Wafi grabbed her wrist, then took Shafiyah away.

Inside the house, Wafi sat down and Shafiyah brought him some drinking water. The sharp gaze of the man had not subsided, making his wife afraid even if it was just a word.

Taps! The sound of the bottom of the glass when colliding with the table top.

”Sit!” Let Wafi and Shafiyah sit down. ”By the way is he the same you neng?” ketus.

”About Khalisah, has he himself said the same abi, why the anger prolonged si? What do you think abi I do with Abi's cousin huh? Fiyah doesn't want to talk about abi anymore emotions." He immediately stood up after he finished speaking, Wafi grabbed his hand and pulled it into his lap. Both of Shafiyah's eyes bulged and her stomach almost hit the edge of the table.” Bi! Slowly,” he said.

”Diem if I haven't finished talking!”

Shafiyah glared and stared in the other direction.

”He said moreover?”

”Astaghfirullah bi! Rese very ah, Fiyah had said earlier, about Khalisah, Fiyah was asked to persuade Khalisah, that's doang. Why is it so complicated. If my stomach hit the table, you are wrong, you are evil abi, do not realize his wife is pregnant again, jealous emang make blind.” Shafiyah got up and Wafi let her, his wife was angry now, because of her outrageous attitude. Shafiyah stood up, she peeled the apples, the fruits did become her favorite snack.

Slowly, Wafi got up and approached, hugging his wife but Shafiyah nudged her. Wafi chuckled and Shafiyah snorted.

”I'm Delicate huh? Sorry yes.”

”Lease!” so cynical.

”Ayang, sorry, honestly I'm jealous,” whispered the man with lips stuck to Shafiyah's ears.

Shafiyah silently remained silent and Wafi continued to hug her.

”I cutin the fruit.” He grabbed Shafiyah's hand and Shafiyah brushed off. ”Asstaghfirullah, my dear.”

Finally, both were silent. Wafi's chin stuck on his wife's shoulder, his eyes constantly turning, watching his wife's eyes.

****

In the afternoon, Shafiyah ventured to call Khalisah, the woman was swallowed by the earth after her return to her parents' house. Shafiyah hoped to persuade, even though the chances were very small.

”Ngapain you call?” ketus Khalisah and Shafiyah were silent. ”Why do you bother me to keep Sha?”

”I don't mean to disturb you, I'm afraid Khalis. You healthy?” reply Shafiyah gently.

”Iya!” short and concise, the answer from Khalisah.

”What is your baby, healthy too?"

”Yes, straight to the core, what do you want? Don't-don't, you asked my husband Sha?” The accusation is on target.

Shafiyah took a rough breath and could not make any excuses to refute, because that was her goal. ”Ya Khalis, I called because I want to know the news of you and your child, emmm yes, this is also a small request from Gus Chairil,” he said and Khalisah swerved in his place.

”You have a relationship?” Accusing without hesitation.

Shafiyah was shocked and glared. ”Hah what? What are you talking about Khalisah?”

”Suami I am one of your fans, often very praise you, in front of me also without hesitation. Maybe he likes, especially after the same relationship with the veil ran aground,” cynical.

”Asstaghfirullah, I have absolutely no relationship with your husband Khalisah. Don't recriminate,” objection, getting hot.

”Yes can, maybe you are not happy, live with ex-con,” he said while followed by laughter.

”Khalisah!!!” Shafiyah screeched while clenching her hands. ”Jaga your greeting!”

”Kok angry? You feel?”

Shafiyah massaged her forehead repeatedly, and was silent not to re-impose the mad accusation of Khalisah.

”I hate you Sha, I hate, from small, until now. Hypocritical woman, pretending to be nice, spoiled and whenever I would hate you!” firmly loud.

”Khalis..!” His speech was stopped, because Khalisah made the call. ”Ish!” Shafiyah hissed then sat down and rubbed her rough face.

He was silent for quite a while, until the sound of his hape awakened him from the reverie. Incoming call from Dawn. Shafiyah quickly lifted up, and wiped her already blocked tears, almost escaping falling onto her cheek.

”Assalamu'alaikum,” says Shafiyah.

”Wa'alaikumus Salaam, where else?”

”Mommy was treated yesterday at RS, has gone home, but to my house. Could come? Grandpa wants to call you, but mom's mad and we don't want to tell you. Sha's prestige mother, you also know, do not be bored to deketin mother, how the attitude. I'm sure, he wants to meet you, he won't mess around, you're pregnant, mom's not that bad, I'm sure,” she said without pause and Shafiyah listened.

”Mother's sick? My God, why do you get sick so often... What kind of pain does my sister really have?” shafiyah's voice was heavy and Dawn panicked.

”Do not cry, this is a disease in old age, especially if you are stressed. Nothing, the important thing is that you come,” replied Fajar and Shafiyah silently, holding back her tears.

”Iya sure Fiyah came kak.”

”Ya already, already yes, brother wants to work, Assalamu'alaikum.”

”Wa'alaikumus Salaam.”

The call ended and Shafiyah put her hape on the table, the newly ascended Wafi fell silent for a moment, seeing his wife sobbing.

”Sayang.” Stepping fast closer. He had already arrived at the same sofa and Shafiyah immediately hugged him. ”Why you?”

”Hiks..”.

”Jawab, don't cry constantly, I'm worried.”

”Mother is sick... I'm sick all the time, I'm worried, I want to see you. Brother Fajar was calling, mother was treated but has gone home, continues to be taken home to the house of brother Fajar, hiks.." Keep crying in her husband's arms.

”We'll see mom later, don't cry anymore. Look at me,” the door is down. He was sad to see his wife cry. ”We're going to Fajar's sister's house, now. Come get ready,” take it gently.

”Totally?” shafiyah and Wafi asked. Shafiyah immediately stood up to get ready and Wafi silently watched her. There is anxiety, because every time I meet Sara, Shafiyah must cry, because her mother's words are not good. Who could not be hurt, hearing the words of scorn at all times from the woman who had given birth to him into the world? Impossible. The biggest humiliation is from the closest person.

When they were ready, they both said goodbye to Raihanah. Raihanah was worried, wanted to come along but she was tired, she chose to rest. The most telling age undermines energy and health. Especially if his life pattern is not maintained.

A few minutes later, not far from the pesantren, the rain fell immediately. Shafiyah noticed the soft water droplets falling from the sky there, she sipped the hot chocolate milk her husband made while he was preparing.

Shafiyah suddenly turned her head, to offer her husband milk. ”Abi want?”

”No, just for you, selusin.”

Shafiyah nodded and drank her milk again. The car continued to go at a moderate pace, some were shaken when the tyre went into the hole deep enough, making Shafiyah hold on and Wafi hold back by stretching her hand across her chest.

”Pelan-pelan dong bi, his wife is pregnant too,” said Shafiyah and Wafi smiled.

”Not looking bad, yes sorry," he said slowly.

Silent for quite a while, the house of Dawn was already visible, Shafiyah was so enthusiastic and Wafi smiled faintly. Arriving in front of the black-colored gate, the gate was instantly opened. It was allowed to enter without hesitation, because the security guard saw Shafiyah in the car. Meri who was reading the newspaper on the terrace smiled, looking at Shafiyah and Wafi who were now out of the car.

”Assalamu'alaikum,” says Shafiyah and Wafi.

”Wa'alaikumus Salaam,” Reply Meri. Meri and Shafiyah hugged warmly, Wafi clasped her hands together and smiled as Meri forgot and thrust out her hand.

”Emmm mom where sister?” ask Shafiyah directly.

”In the room, come on in,” invite Meri to embrace Shafiyah's shoulder. Wafi tailed behind.

Wafi sat down after being invited, while Shafiyah went with Meri to meet Sara. In the room, Sara was standing staring out the open window, she saw her daughter-in-law's car at a glance.

”Bu,” call Meri. And Sara was silent. In front of the door of the room that opened slightly, Shafiyah stood up, waiting to be given permission by her mother.

”Let her come in,” said Sara and Shafiyah smiling at her. Meri stepped out of the room and faced Shafiyah.

”Masuk Sha, patience..” He whispered in the last sentence and Shafiyah just nodded slowly.

Meri went, to see Wafi, whether it had been well entertained by his workers or not.

Shafiyah seemed hesitant, her heart was beating, as if she was going to be dealing with an important person, or a bad person. Mother's figure is increasingly foreign, and she still loves him. Shafiyah finally pushed the door slowly and Sara glanced at it with the tail of her eyes.

”Assalamu'alaikum Bu, this is Fiyah,”. Sara turned around and Shafiyah looked down in fear.

Sara's eyes were immediately fixed to Shafiyah's large stomach, which was wrapped in an ash-colored robe, there was a sense of haru, happy and unexpected. Her daughter is about to give birth soon, giving birth to her granddaughter, the twin granddaughter.

”Kakak said mom is sick, sorry Fiyah is late, mom how is it now?" tanyanya while raising her head, she gasped as her mother had already stepped before her. Shafiyah's eyes were closed, was she going to be hit, or slapped? Trauma is imprinted, not faded by time. Not easily healed even though treated.

The deg! Shafiyah opened her eyes, as her mother's hand landed on her stomach. So soft, especially when moving caressing. For a long time he had not felt the touch of affection from his mother, the sense of haru, did not believe in being one, his eyes dammed the water.

”Ha....!" Sara screams as her two grandchildren in Shafiyah's stomach wriggle and kick.

”Both of my mother's grandchildren know, who again rubbed their soft, grandmother,” said Shafiyah and Sara raised her head. The two stared at each other. ”Old time yes, mom did not sniff Fiyah.”

”Nak..”

”Best mother, soon, twin granddaughter mother will be born, can we make peace Mom? Didn't you think we were enemies all along? If the mother's child whom you consider an enemy dies during childbirth, how? Fiyah apologized, for all Fiyah's mistakes. Fiyah was afraid to go first, giving birth was a life bet, Fiyah apologized,” she said hoarsely, with tears in her eyes. Shafiyah grabbed her mother's weak hand, then she clasped it tightly.

”What Wafi ever rough?” sanya asked.

”Earlier, more precisely firmly Ma'am, if I am wrong.”

”Did he ever curse you?"

”Same once not."

”How many months are given to you?”

”Everything, Fiyah who is chatty. Fiyah's husband was not an office worker, nor a businessman, but she was only the boss of two employees. Next month, a Wafi is selected as a contractor at a company, although it is difficult, and he is asked to take over the abandoned construction, a time of 6 months given them. Please pray Mom, hopefully there is a road of sustenance for our family, which is certainly halal,” said Shafiyah and Sara silently. Sara pulls her niqob back, she looks at her son's face carefully, which is without makeup polish, but so brightly shines. There were no injuries, as he was worried, in his shadow, the former assassin was a violent male figure.

Sara slowly closes the door, not enough to check her face, she also checks her son's whole body, it makes Shafiyah embarrassed, but she lets it, because to prove that her husband is not a bad man like the shadow of his mother. Some signs of the former kiss made Shafiyah moan, she quickly closed her around. Is that necessary to do? Outrageous, but it's very important for Sara.

When she finished, Shafiyah put on her clothes again. He sat down and did not wear a veil or face cover.

”He ever put out the words of the beast in front of you?" ask Sara again.

”For the sake of Allah Ma'am, a Wafi is not as bad as his mother, he is kind, never rude, but firm in educating Shafiyah, if Shafiyah is wrong. Are there bruises? If Fiyah was lying, I could definitely see her. Shafiyah was embarrassed, the mother saw the body of Shafiyah, who already had this husband, some sign of disgrace the mother saw it. Fiyah was shy,” said Shafiyah then looked down lethargic.

"Mommy's sorry,” added the woman. And Shafiyah held back her tears, from earlier she held tightness when her body was examined.

”If a Wafi knew, how evil mother's thinking was to her, she must have been hurt. Fiyah was forced, if not this way, I will continue to accuse you of all kinds, accuse you who are a former murderer can not be gentle with his wife. Sorry, I'm embarrassed too, but how else.”

In the living room, Wafi was alone, playing his hape he was bored, why did his wife not come back? Did something happen? He couldn't be so bad, let alone to his in-laws.

”Wafi,” said Burhan who just came, Wafi immediately stood up and greeted Burhan's hand.

”Kek, how are you?”

”Alhamdulillah healthy, where is Fiyah?” burhan asked while circulating his gaze. Wafi was silent, confused as to what to answer.