Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 86: Sorry

Shafiyah finally came out and Wafi was relieved. She smiled and Shafiyah looked down, she was warmly embraced by her mother. Burhan and Wafi gawked, what happened, until the stubborn Sara so warmly treated Shafiyah? or is there a miracle?

”What is this?” Burhan.

”It's peaceful? It looks different,” muttered Wafi was happy.

Shafiyah and Sara stepped closer to the two. Sara smiled at Wafi and Wafi was nervous, she could barely breathe seeing him. When's? And where, she saw her mother-in-law smiling, especially at her.

”A Wafi," said Shafiyah calling so softly. She stepped closer, reaching for her husband's hand, so as to quickly shake his mother's hand. ”Salam sama mother,” her precepts.

Wafi, he forgot. Nervously, and her hand even shook, she stretched out her hand, and Sara did as well. Again, Wafi was in disbelief, could he slap his own face now? To prove, what happens is a hallucination or dream.

Wafi shook Sara's back hand, for the first time, Wafi retreated away and she continued to stare at Shafiyah.

”Gaga my son, titip him, do not snap him, do not hurt him especially if playing hands,” said Sara and Wafi lowered his head.

Not long after, the head was raised with confidence. ”Mother do not have to worry, I must take care of Shafiyah,” he added, while glancing at Shafiyah at a glance.

Sara smiled warmly, then hugged Shafiyah tightly, kissing her son's cheeks repeatedly. Wafi's eyes continued to radiate, how he was unhappy, seeing that his mother-in-law had accepted his relationship with Shafiyah.

”We ate first,” exclaimed the newly arrived Meri, and everyone turned their heads.

”Come to eat,” take Sara to Wafi. ”Don't be shy,” he said again so gently.

Wafi scratched his non-itchy nape and all stepped together towards the kitchen. Wafi clasped his wife's waist, wanting to ask, but the situation was not supportive.

”Let's sit, this is food from the outside, simple. It's nothing yes,” said Meri. He's setting the plate.

”This is a lot, brother Fajar not having lunch at home?” Shafiyah.

”She again on the road...Well there she is, ”take Meri and pay attention to the arrival of her husband. Wafi was silent and Dawn patted her shoulder strongly, quite grievously.

”Kakak," added Shafiyah so carefree.

Dawn stroked his sister's head, and she sat down slowly. ”From when?” tanyakanya.

”Tadi until 5,” replied Shafiyah.

”Nginep aja,” said Fajar but Wafi and Shafiyah can not.

”In sha Allah next time,” added Wafi chimed.

”Why? Room is empty, what's wrong?” The dawn is a little pushy.

”We are busy, making an event to Jakarta. Her cousin a Wafi wants to get married, we all go tomorrow,” Shafiyah explained and Sara looked disappointed.

”Promise mother, later nginep,” said the woman and Shafiyah nodded.

”In sha Allah,” Shafiyah said.

Everyone ate together, and while conversing, except Wafi who kept silent, but his left hand slowly moved. Touching Shafiyah's hand. Shafiyah turned her head and grabbed her husband's hand, and both smiled without looking at each other.

Right after the meal, Wafi noticed Shafiyah.

”Which mosque is next door?" He whispered.

Shafiyah turned her head, she had yet to finish her meal. "Far, abi misses congregational prayers later. In mushola aja, in front there is a stall, enter a small alley, there is his mushola.” Shafiyah whispered back.

Wafi nodded his head and stood up. He slowed his movements, hoping that Dawn would also rise, but the man was busy with his mobile phone, his finger moving over the screen of the mobile phone which he instantly shifted, up, down, according to the direction of his finger.

”Sholat Magrib with yuk kak,” said Wafi and Dawn turned their heads. Everything was gawking, and Shafiyah scratched her temple with her left hand. While Burhan immediately got up, to go with Wafi.

”Emmm, no. I pray at home,” said Dawn and both thick eyebrows Wafi rose. He can not force, the important thing is to invite, as well as remind.

Wafi finally left, after saying his greetings, and everyone answered. After eating, Shafiyah also went, to perform Maghrib prayers.

Sara was silent, finishing her meal. Relieved to have held peace with the child and daughter-in-law, she hoped, Wafi did not change and continued to look after her child.

At 19:10. Wafi came home last, because Burhan came home first. Wafi hesitated to enter the house, until holding, and removing the doorknob repeatedly.

”Struth euy!” said whisper. And finally he reached into his pocket. He tried to send a chat to Shafiyah.

\=> His Habibah Abi:

Honey, I'm outside. Shame to enter, mayu go home the.”

Wafi and and Shafiyah just read her chat. Wafi's lips pursed in annoyance.

The man sighed violently repeatedly, what his wife was sleeping now, and opened a chat from her unconscious. Shafiyah often does. Wafi ventured, holding the door, he just held, from the inside was pulled strong. Wafi backed away and the door slowly opened.

Wafi smiled when she saw Shafiyah. ”Why not be baled? I thought you were bobo."

”Hehe, sorry bi. Home?”

”Yes let's go in, say goodbye." Shafiyah embraced Wafi's arm, and Wafi entered with her. Everyone was in the living room, seeing that Shafiyah had also packed up, making Sara look lethargic.

”Bu, everything. Fiyah same a Wafi pamit go home, tomorrow must go to Jakarta,” said Shafiyah.

”Directly rest, travel must be tired. Take care of health,” said Fajar.

”Iya kak,” shafiyah brief.

”Nginep aja, let tomorrow at dawn you go home,” Sara forced.

”Bu, don't be. Poor Fiyah, she needs a break. Next time, Fiyah and Mumu must be nginep,” said Fajar reprimanded. Sara's breath sounded so long. Wafi's face looked sour, hearing the adorable call coming out from the lips of his sister-in-law, who used to be his enemy. ”Yes right, Mu?” dawn said again and Wafi was wide-eyed.

”Good brother-in-law, if not, I've thrown it with a sendal. Geez Umi, Umi who started,” said Wafi in heart.

Sara finally tried to let go of Wafi and Shafiyah. Shake hands and hug each other, son and daughter-in-law. The sight, made Meri and Dawn jerked happily. The mansion seemed deserted, as the children of Dawn were brought by Adi and Ena, to stay at their house. After that, Shafiyah and Wafi left, leaving the residence of Dawn.

***

A man laid his body on the sofa, his gaze so empty. Towards the dusty ceiling and nesting spiders. His roar sounded loud every now and then, his eyes glancing at the cell phone lyrics on the table. An hour passed, there was no sign of a reply he would receive. An hour earlier, the man had sent a message to his wife, whom he had so longed for.

”Honey, tomorrow we all go to Jakarta. Come along, everyone misses you, and our son, let alone me. We take a walk in Jakarta, where the air is hot, but I'm sure you'll be happy. I'm picking it up now, baby? Get ready, bring clothes and everything else. I kangen.”

That's the message of the man. ”Asstaghfirullah hal adzim,” suddenly he exclaimed.

”Yes Allah, the servant commits a mistake, a bad deed, fornicates with a woman who is not the mahram of the servant. O Allah, I do not want to be separated from my wife and children. Only You are the first and last way, forgive the servant who is negligent of Your prohibition. And hurt my servant's wife, Khalisah,” Chairil said hoarsely. Her tears fell to her cheeks, not knowing how many tears were dripping from her eyes at any moment. Endless regret, excruciating worry, and longing were never treated, though he continued to look at the two figures in his wallpaper. He wants the real one, hugs and kisses both, looks after and educates her. Cheating is hard, not missed. To believe again is difficult, and difficult to treat.

His body now began to curl up, lazy to move to the room, lay down on a soft mattress, if he went to the room. He was even more tormented with his longing. The sound of her baby crying, her wife nagging, angry and cursing. It sucks, and hurts, but not that humans have flaws and advantages, although the comparison is overwhelming. He just realized, he's too demanding.

***

As bright as the morning sun, which shines on the earth, and rises to the top of its rays. All the Majdi family was so cheerful, already gathered in front of the house of Raihanah. Prepare to go to Jakarta. The wedding is held tomorrow, the family clearly came the day before the day H. Shafiyah was silent, sitting down and holding her pained stomach, but she was reluctant to tell anyone. Not wanting to make everyone panic, in a busy situation. An attitude that should not be imitated, because it can be fatal.

”Khalisah, don't come?” ask Fara to Shafiyah.

”Fiyah have tried the phone, but it is not active,” replied Shafiyah. Fara smiled and glanced at Faiza who still looked limp, already sitting in the car. In Wafi's car, his wife, umi and his two younger siblings and Faiza are in. A rental car is also presented, to accommodate the load so as not to exceed the load capacity, which will make it uncomfortable.

”Poor Faiza," said Raihanah.

”Diem mi, come on in,” whispered Wafi afraid Faiza heard him and Raihanah just smiled in response to her son. After everything came in, Wafi noticed Shafiyah approaching him, her hand going inside the Khimar syar'i jumbo, knee-length. Holding her belly, Shafiyah continued to pray, for her safety, her baby and all her family.

”Neng, why?" Wafi is very sensitive, just by looking at both eyes that appear narrowed, and eyebrows that shrivel repeatedly.

”Neither a,” the answer is hoarse and Wafi's hands are outstretched, holding Shafiyah's big belly.

”Hey, look at me. Sick? Gripy? Or what, baby, let's say. We don't have to go,” Wafi whispered.

”Ih aa, nothing. Don't be, sudden cancel.” Shafiyah.

”Yes you don't want to be honest.”

Shafiyah was silent, staring at each other with Wafi so deeply. ”Neng's stomach hurts a, but it's okay. To be honest, don't let it go.”

”Yes Allah!” timpal Wafi and bring his face closer to Shafiyah's. ”Yang, don't do it. Let the car be taken by another.”

”Abi..” Shafiyah.

”Enough! I don't want to be denied.”

”I want to join bi,” the sound is hoarse. He tugged at the edge of Koko's dark-colored shirt.

”No doubt, same as me, can you?” he said, with eyes slightly glared and immediately made his wife silenced.

”Wafi! Come on!" fara shouted and the two looked over. Shafiyah lowered her head and everyone was astonished. While Wafi was off guard, Shafiyah covered her car, sat down and pulled her seatbelt. Wafi, who was looking at Fara, looked back to her face. He flinched, glancing right-left, looking for where his wife was. As he turned around, Shafiyah had already waved at him.

”Asstaghfirullah,” said he was upset.

He stepped in and then entered. Shafiyah continued to smile and Wafi looked back. ”Everyone's sorry..."

”Sorry, long ago had a conversation with Shafiyah outside,” said Shafiyah interrupted her husband's speech. Wafi was overwhelmed to hear it.

”Nothing,” Faiza replied.

”Neng.” Wafi.

”What? Let's go a." Shafiyah's hand held Wafi's thigh, and Wafi brushed her off slowly, she was in a pang of pangs.

”Come Mu, Fara's car is already on the road,” said Raihanah and Wafi nodded.

All the cars moved, drove slowly and everyone in the boarding school noticed, the house was clearly safe, they would all look after the house of the teacher and the boarding school well. The place demands knowledge and the second house.

Along the way, there are sleeping, there are chatting, there is a snacking continues, his wife Wafi. Shafiyah started to calm down, as the grunts in her stomach started to dissipate. Shafiyah and Wafi occasionally chatted, from behind Raihanah noticed, her lips continuing to smile.