Loving Husband Interlude
10. Restu Father

"What?! Married married?!" said Mr. Marwan was surprised by the words of his son.

He was shocked and happy, because eventually Arsyil will get a soul mate anyway. Mr. Marwan smiled, he patted his son's shoulder with a sense of relief and also pride.

"Dad was happy, it's just that this was suddenly Syil's news. Aren't you mocking me, Syil?" ask Mr. Marwan to make sure what his son says is true.

"Did you agree? I mean, are you happy that I'm getting married?" ask Arsyil.

"God, Alhamdulillah. Of course I'm happy, Arsyil. You got your soul mate? Who's she?" ask Marwan happily.

Arsyil took a deep breath, he was at a loss to explain it to his overjoyed father.

"Actually I want to tell my father that my marriage will be different. So I got married because I helped someone" Arsyil said, beginning to feel where he used to explain.

"How do you mean Shil?" ask Marwan confused.

Arsyil also explained from the beginning so that his father was not confused. And also his decision was to accept Azam's request. Mr. Marwan's face turned flat again, he thought his son as if toyed with because of Azam's selfishness. There is a sense of disbelief Arsyil did that.

"Syil, if your soul mate is like that, why do you accept it? I disagree with your decision, did Azam not consider your feelings and also your future wife? A lot of things happen beyond our control, all God decides. Will you continue to be with your wife later, or will you still get divorced. And anyway, getting divorced is not good Syil. Although allowed in religion." said Mr. Marwan explained.

"Well, I've been doing Istikharah prayers. And the answer is I have to accept Azam's request, well. I am sure God will not let anything bad happen. Maybe later my future wife is my soul mate forever" said Arsyil.

"But you will be far away from Azam, Arsyil. And how will the fate of your printing press? Wasn't the printing capital borrowed from Azam?" ask Mr. Marwan.

"Don't think far there well, hopefully Azam does not bring up personal and work problems. And again, I helped him marry his ex-wife. If anything happens, it is beyond my will. God rules everything." said Arsyil.

Mr. Marwan was silent, he still disagreed with his son's thoughts. Even so, there was a sense of happiness when his son said he would get married.

"Well, just two months."

"Disturbed father Syil. When people ask for help to marry an ex-wife, then ask for another divorce. After that he came back again" said Mr. Marwan.

"Yes there is a well, if according to ego he was already a long time ago Azam might marry his ex-wife again. But according to religion it is not so, it must be cut off by other men. Likewise with her ex-husband, must marry again" said Arsyil.

"Why did Azam choose you, Shil?"

"Because he's the same as me well, that's why he asked me."

"Is he sure?"

"Yes, I rejected it. But he insisted I help him, I thought maybe this was the way of a soul mate who didn't think well."

"Well you are, you will become a widower if you divorce your wife later" said Mr. Marwan.

"It doesn't matter well, but I'll always pray my best for my wedding."

"As far as you are Shil, I cannot prevent it. After all, dad introduced a soul mate for you even he ran away with other men. There's dad's friends too, so if it's your decision I just hope your marriage will be your last and your fate will be better."

"Amiin, thank you dad. Let's just say I married to shit well, because it always fails to get married and get a mate. I think so too well, maybe my soul mate is this one. Even if I don't know in the future" said Arsyil.

Mr. Marwan finally agreed with his son's opinion. Because after all, it has been introduced several times and almost married, it always fails. Yeah, let's just say it's a shit to accept Azam's request.

Because Arsyil does not know what the household will be like, whether it will last or according to Azam's expectations.

"Father is up to you, hopefully your marriage with Azam's ex-wife is lasting" said Mr. Marwan.

Arsyil is silent, hoping for more is also very unethical because it will damage the friendship even though Azam himself does not know he hopes for more on his marriage later. He only wants to fulfill Azam's request, the rest depends on fate that determines how next.

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Arsyil returned to his boarding house, which was close to his printing house, closer to his workplace. The printing is not big, but many know about his printing. The staff is also quite there are seven people, so it is quite large as well.

But somehow Arsyil does not want to buy his own house, maybe he wants to pay off a partial capital debt that he borrowed from Azam.

Arsyil went into his boarding house, he saw many girls passing by dressed modestly and veiled. While carrying a book of teaching, because indeed Arsyil kost there is a pesantren and many santri children who pass by if it is late afternoon to teach.

The printing of Arsyil also some who print the letter of the Koran from the pesantren. Especially letters of yasin or short prayers for the study in lepatren.

Suddenly his phone rings, Arsyil sees who's calling. It turns out Nadia, the acceptance section of book or invitation print orders.

"Assalamu Nadia's aleikum."

"Wa alaikum salam Mr. Arsyil, sorry to disturb" said Nadia across the street.

"It's okay, Nadia, I just came home from my father's house. What's the matter?" ask Arsyil.

"There are ustads who want to make book printing, can you come to printing?"

"Ustad of the Al Hikmah pesantren?" ask Arsyil.

"It doesn't seem like it, sir. Because he just asked Mr. Arsyil who received it, I do not understand what he wants sir."

"Well, I'll go to the printing press."

"Thank you, Mr. Arsyil, I'm sorry if I had to send you to the printing press."

"No problem, now I'm there" said Arsyil.

"Yes sir, thank you. Assalamu alaikum." said Nadia across the street.

"Wa alaikum salam." terminated the phone call.

Click on!

Arsyil hung up his phone, he glanced at the watch in his hand. Still thirty o'clock, still enough to meet customers at the printing press. Because not far from the printing press, Arsyil went straight to his workplace, met the ustad who wanted to meet him and be served by him.

He closed the door and headed for his car. Running the engine and then drive the car to the printing press which is only five hundred meters from the boarding.

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