Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 89:
Wafi got out of bed, grabbed her hape to call Sabilla. Shafiyah panicked, came down slowly, then hugged her husband.
”Fiyah is honest, it does not mean that it has to be this way. Ah, Istighfar! Hold a emotion, hold anger, Istighfar dear. Fiyah doesn't like to see aa angry, Fiyah scared.” Shafiyah continued to rub her husband's chest gently, Wafi stopped and looked the other way. His gaze was very scary at this moment. The shafiyah that he had earned hard, the Shafiyah that he kept half dead, could have been hurt by his own cousin.
The best partner, is the one who can relieve anger, not anger anglers.
”Istighfar,” says Shafiyah back. Wafi's hand was stretched down, then he returned his wife's embrace. The two hugged each other and worried about each other. Shafiyah now looked up and looked at each other with her husband. ”Fiyah is okay, just bruised, not bleeding really. Later also ilang.”
”You think I'm willing?” Sounds heavy.
Shafiyah smiled, then kissed her husband's neck, until Wafi shuddered amusedly.
”Iya, Fiyah knows. Aa's worried, but by calling people at this hour, on wedding night, what's appropriate? Do I need to make a call too? Aa wants to be angry, right, with Ning Sabilla? Istighfar a, not good, establishing friendship is difficult, not to damage because of trivial problems,” he added at length, and Wafi even mendelik.
Shafiyah cupped her husband's cheeks together, and Wafi looked back at her. "Honey, isn't it Fiyah?”
Wafi nodded. ”I love you habibah.”
”Iya, know. What can, learn to resist emotions for the good of our household?” the door was quiet and Wafi was silent. ”Can?"
”Iya, can,” replied by force. Shafiyah smiled widely, then slowly, taking the e-mail from Wafi's hand, she put it on the table, then took her husband back to the bed. Shafiyah docked to her husband's body, Wafi was silent, and her drowsiness suddenly disappeared. He continued to rub Shafiyah's hair, until his wife fell asleep in his arms.
****
The next morning, Afsheen and Salam returned home. Shafiyah went to college, and Raihanah was having breakfast with Noah and Sandy. Sandy was in the spotlight, because of her good looks, according to Noah, Sandy will stay in Indonesia. He had to be numerous and understand how life was in the homeland, before leading the branch company. Sandy who has a hobby of traveling, wants to visit some places in Indonesia that have become his target, he will go traveling with several places from his homeland, and from Malaysia.
Wafi was sitting with ustadz Jaidi, Chairil and other ustadz in the Hall. Wafi drove his wife to college, he was writing something, I don't know what.
”Gus, teach santriwati today,” says ustadz Jaidi.
”Ngapain? Santriwati that I want already dapetin, why I still have to teach Santriwati, ustadz?” said Wafi reflexively, and all who heard it gawked.
Ustadz Jaidi laughed loudly. ”Oh, so all this time, just to make Shafiyah cry yes, Gus.” Ustadz Jaidi chuckles. Wafi scratched his head and smiled obliquely.
”Basic,” chirp Ikhsan and keep laughing.
”In my opinion anyway, this is nice ustadz. Do not get too close to Santriwati or ustadzah, this applies to all male teachers, including me. I see, many santriwati are too bold to be male teachers, joking with each other while this is clearly forbidden, wrongdoing. Some embarrassing events, the relationship between santriwati and ustadz, or ustadz with ustadzah, instead we have to give a good example? If the teacher himself is caught in a relationship outside marriage, how will be our students,” said Wafi explained.
”Not the closeness between teachers and students is good, Gus?” sahut young ustadz.
”I do not blame closeness in the form of friendship, but I mean off-track, ustadz,” timpal Wafi fast. The chat seems to be heating up, plus Chairil who feels insinuated. ”If there is a special interest, between ustadz with santriwati, or ustadz with ustadzah, can not take a good path? Ta'aruf, not this is the best way, but if only for excessive joking, arise orgasm that is not allowed, the name is also human, can forget and khilaf,” he continued hard.
”Because what Gus Mu said, Al Bidayah pesantren began to lose students who uphold shame, this is a serious situation in my opinion. Teachers are not forbidden to behave well to their students, it's just that, we must be able to maintain the authority, and shame,” Ikhlas continued.
Everyone nod their heads.
”So, what is this implementation we will discuss in the meeting when, Gus?” ustadz Jaidi.
”In sha Allah, tonight. We discuss everything well, in detail, the advantages and disadvantages of teachers, for my knowledge is also very poor. But science can be eroded by reduced shame, please be informed to everyone, we are meeting tonight, hopefully everything is smooth,” said Wafi and all guaranteed.
After the conversation was over, everything was broken up. Wafi stepped slowly, watching around. Ikhsan caught up and grabbed his shoulder.
”Mu, are you intentionally sindir?” asked Ikhsan and Wafi's forehead shriveled, he did not understand.
”Hah! Whahuh? Insinuate who?” back asking.
”You discussed the tension of interest between ustadz and ustadzah, while Chairil with Romlah yesterday right.” Stifled.
Wafi stopped stepping and stared fixedly at Ikhsan. ”Asstaghfirullah thing adzim, by Allah, I have no intention of insinuating anyone. The chat was just a reflex, because this has been a concern for me all this time, to insinuate, there is absolutely no intention so,” he panicked himself.
Ikhsan chuckled and patted Wafi on the shoulder. "Yes, I believe, how could you be, Mu. Let me explain later, if there is a misunderstanding, between you and Chairil,” said Ikhsan and Wafi seemed unsettled.
On the porch of the house, Raihanah was still chatting with Noah and Sandy.
”I'm home tomorrow,” said Noah and Raihanah wide.
”Truthful,” says Raihanah cynical. ”Sunday dong.”
”No! What do you want Jane to say, I'm going home tomorrow because, I just want Sandy.” His hand patted his son's shoulder. ”Sandy, don't throw tantrums, keep your attitude, occasionally come here, meet your aunt.”
”Iya ready, father." Sandy smiled.
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Khalisah was bowed in, listening to her father's words. His father had asked Chairil to come, bringing Khalisah and Nurul home.
”Didn't abi have feelings? His son in selingkuhi, continue to abi at will ask Khalisah's husband to come, without Khalisah's consent first?” He interrupted his father's words.
”For God's sake, abi doesn't like to see your attitude. Don't keep lamenting your husband's mistakes, see what your mistakes are, son. Your rude attitude, your unguarded speech, wanting you to marry a man as good as any, they will not be strong, and will definitely turn away, in Islam, having a wife more than
that one is not a sin" he shouted loudly.
Khalisah glazed over, because her brother defended her husband more. ”Badies are bad!"
”You are evil, your heart, mind and mouth are evil. Asstaghfirullah azim thing, all your life, did abi same umi ever teach this thing Khalisah? If umi you have an attitude like you, it is not impossible, abi will also marry again.”
”Iya, abi is the same as a Chairil."
”Not... But because you husbands also need to be valued, treated like humans, not demanded for a living. What do you want now? Divorce, huh!!” Screaming frustrated.
Khalisah was crying so much, and she had never seen her ashes angry until like that, before.
”Salat, ask God for guidance, our main hope and forever, only God, Khalis. God knows Chairil is the best or not, what is the less patient man? With all your behavior, has he ever complained? If he wants to marry again, until approaching another girl, you should be self-aware, what is the reason your husband turned away? No way, already have a good wife, shalihah, a husband wants to marry again. Except for the intention of helping, no human being can be patient Khalisah, including you,” he said for the last. The fat man got up and left Khalisah who kept crying. Khalisah is powerless, stemming his tears. And now, the sound of the motor was heard, Chairil had arrived, after a journey of about two hours. How happy the man was, when his father-in-law asked him to come.
*****
The Bu Nyai family residence. Shafiyah was helping her husband put the cookies in the jar, Shafiyah noticed her husband's body, which was getting fuller, but not distended.
”Honey, rest,” Decree Wafi.
”No, help abi.”
”Yeah! You are a stubborn yes!” His hands moved, pinching his wife's nose, teeth were heard, how anxious the husband was to his naughty wife. ”What time is it, baby?"
”New 9 o'clock, pity abi if working alone, Fiyah helpin." He's persisting.
”Ya is up to you, your stomach hurts again?”
”Neither bi, our children took a few days, if Umi said anyway, again get ready to come out."
”Hopefully smooth yes dear, may both look like me." Wafi laughs.
”Son, I'm pregnant." Shafiyah gave a sigh.
”And I'm the one who nanam." Wafi chuckled amusedly with her own words.
”No! It should look like me." Shafiyah gave another glance and Wafi smiled, Wafi watched his wife back, who was busy putting in the cake, the longer, the more sore Shafiyah felt. He stopped, then enjoyed the scattered cookies, while continuing to shake his head to the right-left, as they were very tasty.
Wafi kept smiling watching.
Time passed, the night grew late, after it was finished. Wafi took his wife to the second floor, to go to sleep immediately.
At 3 am. Shafiyah woke up, she noticed her husband who had taken a bath, and prepared to go to the mosque, saw his wife awake, making Wafi quite jolted.
”Abi ready?” tanyanya rasp.
”Iya,” replied Wafi as she approached. "Why?” he asked, seeing Shafiyah grimacing.
”What is the time now bi? The pain was getting worse,” he complained and Wafi panicked. He touched, his wife's stomach was soft.
”Prepared,” added Wafi.
”Neither bi, we just wait until 6 o'clock, if it gets worse, it means true, Fiyah wants to be born. Abi go, teach first. Say the same ustadzah, Fiyah can not teach this dawn,” said Shafiyah but Wafi seemed hesitant to leave it. "Come with go.”
”Mana hape you neng, do not be far the same hape, if before dawn the pain is still felt, call aa ya," he said asking, while continuing to caress his wife's hair. Shafiyah nodded and pointed at her hanging bag, the gap was there and Wafi quickly picked it up.
”Aduh neng, later aja, I go to the mosque,” added Wafi and hugged Shafiyah tightly.
”Abi go away, Fiyah is okay, help Fiyah to the first floor first, Fiyah wants to be the same umi aja, so abi does not worry yes,” he added hoarse and Wafi increasingly worried to leave it.