My husband Santri Idaman
Visiting Relatives

"Are you going home tonight?" asked Umi before the husband and wife was about to leave the house.

"It doesn't seem like it, Umi. We may be ready, God willing, tomorrow morning just back," replied Abyan glanced at his wife as a form of asking for approval.

"Yes, Umi. Fearful of coming back later," said Yumna agreeing with her husband's will. Although he had to contact Ratih to ask to replace him in the meeting tomorrow.

"All right then. Greetings to Nak Abyan's parents, huh?"

"Okay, Umi."

They left after saying their greetings. Yumna cars are the choice to use this time.

"Na, I want to say something!" Abyan opened the conversation after the two were in the car.

"What's up, Byan?"

"Do you agree if we move house?"

Yumna glanced at her husband with an intense look. "Where to? Pipip and Mimimim's house?"

"No," Abyan replied quickly. "But in our own house."

"Do you have your own home?" Yumna asked again to be sure. While Abyan looks focused on the road in front of him.

"Have."

"Money from your parents?"

"No, Na. My own money." Abyan glanced at his wife who was looking at him with both eyebrows intertwined. "For clarity of where I get money, God willing, I will explain to you after we move."

"All right." Yumna rested her back on the seat beside the steering wheel. Then for a while, take out a packet of chocolate that lives half of it in his bag. Then start chewing it little by little. "Do you want to, Byan?" she looked at the husband who was looking at her.

"No. I don't like it very much" Abyan replied in a nod. "Where is chocolate from, by the way?" his instantaneous tannya made Yumna freeze on the spot.

"This ...." Yumna was confused as to what to say. It is also impossible for him to lie. Although she did not understand religion and not as deeply as her husband in understanding each verse and hadith, but at least Yumna knew the basic things.

One of the signs of a hypocrite is that if he speaks, he lies/lies.

But if he told the truth, it could be that this would make Abyan disappointed and angry at him. It may even be considered himself still holds a taste in the former.

Sometimes, in a conjugal relationship, there are times when lying becomes the main reason to save the household.

"Ah this. Same as friends. I like this chocolate. So I accept it."

"Ooh." Abyan nodded in understanding. "Do you really like chocolate?" tanyanya.

"Like it!" reply Yumna cheerful.

"If so, then let me buy it for you. Whatever you want."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. At least, I want to do as much as I can for my wife."

"You are so romantic. Learn from where?" Yumna stretched out her hand and pinched the husband's cheek, anxious.

"Actually the main and theory, I learned from the sunnah-sunnah of the Prophet. He was a very romantic man for his wives. But in real terms of its application, I learned directly from my cousin that we're about to meet."

"So you're following him a lot?"

"Lumayan. One of them is marrying a woman older than me."

"Huh? So he's also ...."

"Yes. Even his own Ustadzah."

"Wow, subhanallah!" pekik Yumna was shocked. "I just heard this story. Make me as curious as they are" he murmured with a glaring look.

"A little while we get to it. You can learn a lot from his wife later. Especially about how to please the husband and educate the children."

"God willing. I will learn a lot from him. You take it easy, Abyan. Anyway, you can't move to another heart."

A smile rose on Abyan's lips. His eyes focused on the street. "Why can't I move to another heart? You haven't given me a statement about your feelings to me that's how, either" the god plays an eye.

"Why indeed? Can't you?"

"Oh!" Yumna turned her face. Feeling annoyed at the sight of Abyan's stingy face. "As far as you. My slack!"

Hearing that Abyan chuckled. But his eyes did not move even from the focus of staring at the woman.

"You're craving, huh?" asked Abyan teasingly. But it was not responded to by Yumna.

'Udah knows it. You guys, not sensitive!' inner Yumna sarcasm. Without even a single turn away from seeing the scenery outside.

"It's a good thing that a wife who gets angry is still beautiful" Abyan said suddenly. Delivering the sparkle in Yumna's heart. But it remained on the founder not to glance at Abyan in the slightest.

Abyan took a deep breath, letting out his wife as they had now arrived at the hospital.

"Let's get off!" take Abyan, open the car door for the wife. With hands raised to hold her.

"Just go it alone!" sahut Yumna, ketus.

"Alright, Miss. Please come behind me, will you?"

"Eh."

Both walked into the hospital. Abyan took the phone out of his pants pocket to ask Mimim where they should go.

And not long after Abyan contacted Bu Nurma, the two had arrived in front of the nursery where Abyan's cousin's wife was being treated.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Everyone glanced towards Abyan and Yumna who were coming.

"Dyan!"

"Bang Adnan!" Abyan approached his cousin and hugged him. "How are your wife and baby brother?"

The man who was called as Adnan patted Abyan's shoulder which was holding him. "please pray. My wife is critical. While the baby, one died, and one still had to be handled by a doctor."

"Innalillahi wa innailaihi raaji. I'm so sorry, Bang. May you and your family be patient."

"Aamiin's."

"Yumna, Honey. Here sit down, son," take Ms. Nurma to her daughter-in-law. Then introduced her to her husband-Om and Tantenya's family.

"Greetings, Yumna. Allah, you are beautiful and babyface. Though Auntie knows, you're older than Abyan, huh?" said aunt Abyan while smiling sincerely.

"Yes, Auntie."

"Subhanallah. I don't think Abyan's taste is much different from Adnan's, huh?"

"Huhahah." Amidst fears about the situation, they are still trying to keep smiling and laughing.

"May you always last, huh? Aunt is sure that Abyan can be happy with you."

Yumna nodded clumsily. Right now he was still very upset with Abyan. Maybe the man was talking about suing himself when the household was just in the beginning.

"If Abyan talks polygamy. Do not be too taken heart, son," said the Aunt as if she had read the heart of Yumna.

"Why, Auntie?" ask Yumna, curious.

"So the husbands in our family really like it that way. But, in the end there was never any incident either. They're all on wife's bucin."

They were laughing again. After a while, the doctor came and approached them.

"Doctor, how's my wife doing?" ask Abyan's cousin Adnan.

"Mr Alya has passed through a critical period. Maybe real again, the patient will be aware."

"Alhamdulillah!" everything is compact. Then embrace each other. Ms. Nurma hugged her husband. So is Aunt Abyan with her Om. And Adnan was making a bow of gratitude.

While Abyan and Yumna look awkward. Because of that incident. Making others suspicious of the couple.