Loving Husband Interlude
39. Visit of Azam

Arsyil was ready to go home to his father, he took his bag which already contained his clothes that he would bring to stay a few weeks there. Although far from his workplace, but he can leave early so as not to get stuck in traffic. So thought Arsyil.

He stared around the house, every corner of the house containing memories with Najwa. Arsyil took a deep breath, it was time he had to forget about Najwa.

For just a moment, two months and twenty-nine days together with Najwa. And their closeness is only two months less, so it is very short for Arsyil but very memorable for him.

Arsyil long remembered all that, but then he soon ended it and will not drag on in his grief because he was lived by the people he loved. His father had also died only a few days ago.

He had to return to his father's house, his Javanese relatives would come to his father's house. He told his father's family in the morning before he buried the body of Mr. Marwan.

And it is a long way to go to the city from Java. It is likely that today will come, so Arsyil immediately went from the memorable rented house.

He took the key to the rented door and locked it immediately. Then looking again and immediately riding his bike, it felt off all the memories he had passed with Najwa in the house.

"Bismillah, I'm willing to let go of my wife. Although it was only an instant, but I heavily removed Najwa from my side. Therefore, I will take it off with sincerity. May he be happy with Azam." said Arsyil with grief.

Arsyil runs his motorbike and immediately leaves the rented house. Since he remembered Azam would come to his father's house, he would stay there for good. And let the rented house run out according to the time specified, five months he contracted.

He thought he would move his things after forty days.

The motor drove fast, so that Arsyil reached his father's house before Azam came first.

An hour's drive, finally arrived. The house is still quiet and the door is closed. Because yesterday he came home with Najwa in the same circumstances as today.

Arsyil opened the door, he came in and stood up. Taking a deep breath and stepping inside, wherever she was, sadness was always present. At her father's house, she remembers her dead father. Living in a rented house he remembers Najwa who is now his ex-wife.

"Oh Allah, strengthen me against all this." said Arsyil.

He went into his room, looking neat, the bed and the table in the room. He saw that there was a tie of Najwa's hair left behind, Arsyil approached and took the hair tie and kissed it.

"It still smells the same as you, deck." said Arsyil holding Najwa's hair tie.

He put it back on the table, then he took his bag to move his clothes into his closet.

It was heard from outside the greeting of a man. Arsyil guesses that it is Azam, his best friend and future husband Najwa. Arsyil took a deep breath, he tried to strengthen his heart to meet Azam.

"Assalamu aleikum!"

Saying a second greeting from Azam, Arsyil came out of his room and answered Azam's greeting.

"Wa aleikum salam."

Arsyil opened the door and it looked like Azam was still in office clothes in a full suit. He smiled at Arsyil and immediately entered without being asked by Arsyil. Azam greeted his friend and hugged him.

"I'm sorry I just visited you, Syil" Azam said.

"It's okay, Zam. Sit down Zam, I'll make you a drink" said Arsyil.

"Don't bother Syil, I'll just be a minute" Azam said.

"Neverything, just plain water. Just a minute" said Arsyil.

Arsyil went inside to get some drinking water for Azam. Azam himself looked around the living room, there were no decorations on the wall. There is only a frame that hangs, it also only contains a photo of the old jama Arsyil's father and his mother.

Azam smiled wryly as he remembered also his parents who died in an accident seven months ago. He took a deep breath, trying to relieve the memory pain of the accident.

Arsyil came by carrying a tray filled with white water in a clear glass. He put the glass on the table, put the tray next to him.

"Drink first Zam" said Arsyil.

"Yes Shil, thank you" said Azam took the glass and gulped the contents in half.

"What are you doing here, Zam?" ask Arsyil.

"I just want to thank you, as I promised you. I'll give you a ten percent stake in my company" Azam said.

"No need Zam, I sincerely do it. After all, everything can't be measured by money right?" arsyil.

"Yes, but I promised you that everything was in order my share of ten percent I gave you" said Azam.

Azam was silent, he felt bad for Arsyil. However, Arsyil keeps his promise to divorce Najwa and return his ex-wife to his brother's house.

"Then, what should I give you, Shil?" ask Azam.

"No need to give anything, I get a lot of lessons and memories are enough. I didn't ask for anything with you, and you didn't have to give me anything either" Arsyil said again.

"Alright, I feel indebted to you Shil."

"If you feel indebted, you will have to pay Zam. So, don't feel like you owe me." said Arsyil again.

Azam looked silent, he felt lucky that Arsyil had not thought of anything about the rewards for having helped him. Now he will come to Najwa to his brother's house.

"Next week I will go to my house to meet Najwa, Shil" said Azam.

"As far as you are, Zam. I have no business with my brother and Imi Najwa, especially with Najwa as well. I'm done." said Arsyil.

His heart said that, he strengthened his heart. He wanted to end the conversation about Najwa, but Azam was still talking about it. He said that he really loved Najwa.

Arsyil just listened, without asking or responding to what Azam said about Najwa.

"She is very pretty and well mannered, Syil. Anyone would be interested in him" Azam said ending his story about Najwa.

'So do I, Zam. I'm interested and love Najwa.'

Only in her heart did Arsyil say it, she could not pronounce it in front of Azam. It is very unethical for him to have to fight over the Sholehah woman.

"I'm sorry if I'm talking about Najwa, I'm just missing him" Azam said.

Arsyil was still silent, he looked down deeply. He strengthened his ears and his heart to hear Azam's words.

"Did you go to the office?" ask Arsyil.

"Ah yes. I have a promise with Mr. Roby this afternoon. Good thing you reminded me, thank you Arsyil." Azam said smiling happily.

"Yes, you said you'd stop by here for just a moment."

"Yes. Then I'll go first Syil. Oh yes, later I will send money for the salvation to pray for your father huh. That's all I can do for you" Azam said.

"No, Zam. I can still use my savings to save my father later."

"But Shil, ...."

"Really, Zam. I still have savings, don't bother ya." said Arsyil again refused Azam's help.

"Then what should I help you like, Syil? If you always refuse my help" Azam said.

"No need, Zam. There may come a time when I ask you for help, but I will still try myself not to ask you for help."

"Oh my goodness, Arsyil. We've been best friends for a long time, why do you always refuse my help."

"I don't need Zam yet, God willing, there will be a time when I ask for your help. Don't worry." said Arsyil again.

"Alright, but I'll still transfer the money to your partner. The money is not much, but it is enough to save the prayer om Marwan. And don't refuse anymore, Arsyil" said Azam pressured his friend to accept his gift.

Arsyil took a deep breath, he was silent. Azam then said goodbye to go to his office because at one o'clock in the afternoon he will meet with mr. Roby.

"Assalamu aleikum, Arsyil."

"Wa alaikum salam, Azam."

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