My husband is my teacher
Grief

The sun began to return to longing, followed by the dark sky, the birds flew back to the lighthouse, the azan clamored in the mosques of the perfect call calling on Muslims to perform Maghrib prayers, he said, the melodious voice of azan makes the heart feel peaceful, Muslims flocked to the mosque to pray Maghrib together.

Latika who fell asleep in a deep sad solution, her tears soaked the pillow.

Kreeet...

The door of the room in the open, someone entered approaching towards him, sitting on the side of the bed.

"Non Non woke up Non," called the middle-aged woman shaking Latika's body, the middle-aged woman was a maid in this house, the surrounding people often called her Bik Ipah.

"Em." Latika wakes.

"Bangun Non, it is time to pray maghrib, Non," said Bik Ipah in a soft voice.

Latika had trouble opening her eyes, her eyes were swollen from crying all day, her eyes were narrow.

"Non, isn't it okay?," asked Bik Ipah, looking worriedly at his face.

Latika shook her head sobbing her feelings were still sad, she climbed down from the bed. His gaze swirled, his stomach was empty today he really did not eat a mouthful of rice, the food provided on the table next to the bed he did not touch in the slightest. Slowly he steps towards the bathroom cleaning himself, while in the bathroom Latika feels nauseous.

'Am I really pregnant' thought Latika seeing her face mirrored did not swell up.

A smooth face.

Quickly he took the water of ablution.

Clothing and prayer equipment are already provided Bik Ipah. He put on the clothes and performed Maghrib prayers.

Minutes pass.

After he finished praying he said in a soft voice, "O Allah, you are the god of the universe, who created the heavens and the earth and everything you are all-knowing, organizing, and giving. But, why? Why, God, do you have to put all this on me? Why is it God? Wh why? Hix... Hix... Hicks..." Every sentence of Latika's do'a was said to be accompanied by crying, tears spilled down her cheeks, "O Allah, give your guidance and mercy to the servant to live this all, this new life, this new life, give strength to yourself for all this. O Allah, if it is true that he is my soul mate, give this spaciousness to him... O Allah, may he guide me to your straight path, amen."

Bik Ipah silently looked and listened to the do'a Latika from behind, outside the room hiding behind the wall, saying inwardly, "Pity is so Non at this young age. She was forcibly married, what else she married was not at all recognized and she had to bear a very big responsibility as a wife. O Allah give the spaciousness in the heart of Non to accept all this, make it easy for Non to live all this. Amen to God." Bik Ipah turned around, left the place. He went down to the kitchen, his hands fast and agile cooking dinner.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Afriadi came, he just came home from the mosque.

Bik Ipah who was in the kitchen realized that his master had come, "Wa'alaikumssalam. The master has come." Bik Ipah serves ready-made food at the dining table, he saw at the table testing already there Afriadi sitting neatly ready to eat food.

"Sir, has he eaten?" asked Afriadi softly.

"Honestly, sir, all day Non do not eat the food provided, let alone eat at the touch is not." replied Bik Ipah his hand spilled rice dishes along with side dishes to taste, pauk, giving to his Master.

"Hem." Afriadi stared at the food's last-goal at the table, "Call it down Bik to eat."

"Good sir." Bik Ipah went to call Latika, just wanted to climb the stairs steps stopped, heard the house phone ringing on a small round table there.

Triiin... Triiin...

Rushing Bik Ipah turned around, running around small towards mej it, his hands quickly picked up the phone.

"Hallo, good night [good night]," a man's voice came out of the phone, "... Can me talk with Mr. Afriadi [Can I speak to Mr. Afriadi]."

The question mark was full on Bik Ipah's head, he did not understand what the man was talking about on the phone.

"Who is Bik?" asked Afriadi, his hand ready to put food in his mouth.

"Don't know Mister, the language is alien Tuan," said Bik Ipah really did not understand what the man said, he said, Bik Ipah was so he heard a strange language in his ear called alien language.

Afriadi's hand stopped to put food into his mouth, he put the spoon back to the plate, immediately climbed from his seat to Bik Ipah, Bik Ipah immediately gave his phone.

Afriadi took the phone from Bik Ipah's hand, "Hallo."

"Hallo..," said the man on the phone who was none other than the deputy principal of Ayubiyyah High School named Raya arlangga.

Raya called, it seemed very important to the point that Afriadi's face was tense, serious talk.