Loving Husband Interlude
31. The Unexpected Guest
Not only was Arsyil worried and worried about the marriage contract, Najwa was also more worried. Ever since Arsyil's attitude turned to him being cold and keeping his distance, Najwa felt sad and even disappointed with Arsyil's attitude.
Several times she thought about that, what should she do with her marriage contract with Arsyil. While she also began to feel comfortable with Arsyil, even lately she felt like being close to her husband.
"What should I do, God?" najwa murmured in his confusion.
Every night before that day comes, Najwa wakes up and prays the night. Praying for guidance, what to do. He remembered his brother's words, pursuing his happiness rather than a promise.
Mumgkin if he chooses Arsyil, then Azam will be disappointed. Instead, if he chose Azam. Not necessarily the happiness she will achieve with her ex-husband.
Najwa solemnly prays the night in her room, deliberately returning to separate rooms with Arsyil. She knew her husband was worried and confused as well as her, so she chose to sleep separately even though she was now unable to sleep since the separation of rooms with Arsyil.
Until dawn, Najwa finished the night prayer and took a short nap. It makes Arsyil so strange with Najwa who always woke up late in the morning.
All the work of Najwa in the morning has been handled by Arsyil. He wanted to ask why Najwa often woke up late, but Najwa always entered the room again after morning prayers and went to sleep again.
Only after Arsyil left for the printing press did Najwa wake up and take her husband to work.
"Dec, are you sick?" arsyil asked when Najwa had just come out of his room.
"Why bang, do you want to go to the printing press?" ask Najwa.
"Yes, if you're sick. Brother went to the printing press" said Arsyil.
"Have a bang, I'm fine" Najwa said flatly.
"Emm, I understand what you mean to stay away from you, right?"
"Yes bang. Adek understood." said Najwa.
"Yes already, brother go first huh. Take care of your health, don't be too tired. Brother will be angry with Azam if he is sick" said Arsyil in a joking tone.
Najwa just smiled, he drove Arsyil to the front of the house. Kissing Arsyil's hand and waving as her husband's motorbike drove away from her home.
At that time Najwa's mind was fixed with his choice, he smiled and tidied up the house and cleaned the house. Maybe tomorrow she'll go to her brother's house, get between her husbands or go alone. For her there will be happiness after she has chosen who will be her husband later.
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Najwa was having lunch alone at his house, once every three hours he felt hungry. So he eats right away when hunger hits his stomach, sometimes he makes his favorite food. Like spicy seblak, make chicken splints or cilok gravy.
The food is in demand wherever they sell it. As of this moment, Najwa eats his own spicy noodles. He enjoyed the spicy noodles so much that he did not hear anyone say hello from outside.
"Assalamu aleikum?!"
Only the third time Najwa answered greetings from outside.
"Wa aleikum hail!"
Najwa drank the water in the glass until it ran out, he then stepped forward to find out who was visiting during the day.
The door opened, and she saw a long hooded woman with a sweet face smiling at her. Najwa remembered who the woman was holding her stomach.
"Assalamu alaikum mbak Najwa" said the woman kindly.
Najwa was surprised, he also smiled embarrassed because he had been silent about who the woman in front of him was. Never got a glimpse, but either Najwa forgot who he was.
"Please come in, sorry" said Najwa smiling kindly.
"Yes, nothing."
The woman entered the small house. Mala looked around the house BTN rented by Najwa and Arsyil.
"Yes, ma'am."
He sat down, still staring around the house. There are no decorations whatsoever, what more chairs to sit on. He just sat on the carpet, but felt comfortable even though he was just sitting down.
Before long Najwa came carrying a tray of drinking water in a glass and also goples filled with pastry food. He put it in front of the woman who until now Najwa is still confused who he is.
"Emm, sorry. I may have seen it, but I forgot. Who is this with?" asked Najwa smiling kindly.
"Ooh, I'm Mala" replied the woman who turned out to be Nirmala.
"Mala?"
"Yes, Nirmala. His wife is Azam." Mala replied with certainty.
Najwa was surprised, he looked at the girl. Mala's smile was still expanding, her hands were still holding her stomach. Najwa lowered his head, then smiled confusedly. Why does Mala know her husband's rented house?
"Oh, his wife is Azam" said Najwa.
"Yes mbak. Want silatirahmi aja and want to know more about mbak Najwa, his ex mas Azam. I'm sorry if I talk like this" Mala said.
"Oh nothing" said Najwa now more relaxed, although he also wondered why Mala came to him.
"Emm, I know a lot about Najwa from bi Darsih. Najwa's mother is good and also sholehah, I also know that Najwa was married to Azam's best friend" Mala said again.
"Yes, right."
"Daan, ... I also know the purpose of Azam getting married to me was because of the marriage contract" Mala said in a heavy voice.
Najwa is silent, everyone knows what the purpose of her marriage to Arsyil is. And Azam married Mala, will not the covenant soon run out?
"Then, what made Mala come to my husband's house to see me?" ask Najwa.
"I came to his brother's house mbak Najwa, asked for the address of the house mbak Najwa now. And thank God to see you too" said Mala again.
"Lho, Azam also knows the address of this house" said Najwa made Mala shocked.
"So, did Azam come here?" mala asked with great surprise.
"Yes, but I didn't exist at the time. It was only my husband who met her" Najwa told Mala not to get upset.
"Ooh, that's it."
Both are silent, Mala took the glass provided by Najwa earlier. Calming his heart, he thought he should finish today. Because there's no time.
"I'm sorry, I'm thirsty. So drink up, heheh." said Mala chuckling.
"Well, if thirsty again I take another drink in the back."
Smiling, he nodded. Both are silent. Mala was confused about where to talk to Najwa.
"Bak, do you still love Azam's mas?"
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