My husband Santri Idaman
Becoming Like Khadijah

"You're the same Yumna why, Byan?" whispered the Mimimim to his only child whose puppet is now only the middle of the two with him. While the others had first entered the nursery of the wife of Abyan's cousin who was now unconscious.

"Eh, why Mim?" Byan asked back with his innocent pretentious expression.

"Not to be handsome! You-"

"Emang Byan is handsome, Mim," prune Byan, narcissistic. Publish amused delicacies on his mother's face.

"You are, yes! It's smart to switch the conversation. Now tell me the truth Mimim. What did you do to Mimimim's son-in-law until he was like that?"

"What's Byan's wife, Mim?" Abyan was about to get up from her seat, but Nurma pulled her son back into her seat.

"Don't go yet! Mimimim has not finished speaking!" asserted Bu Nurma, began to look tough mother vibes who were ready to interrogate her son to defend the son-in-law. "Mimim doesn't like it if you hurt Mimim's daughter-in-law. The men in our family are not taught that way. Understand you?!"

Abyan was at a loss for words while gulping down his coarse saliva. The Mimim is really giving him a stern warning.

"Byan didn't mean to hurt her, Mim. Byan was just joking around."

"What joke did you make Mimimim's son-in-law like that?"

"Eh." Abyan averted his eyes while scratching the nape of his neck that did not itch. "Just kidding about polygamy."

"What?! You are yes! Buk!" Bu Nurma hit Abyan's arm until the young man groaned in pain.

"Aw! Mim, sick!"

"Where do you think your wife's heart hurts compared to the one you're feeling right now, huh?! You realize that the toughest test for a woman is in polygamy, do not realize?"

"But Byan is just kidding, Mim. Mau ngetes Yumna doang," said Abyan in self-defense.

"Don't make sharia a game, understand?!"

At once Abyan fell silent without a sound at the mother's statement just now. He just wanted to tease Yumna. But apparently, Ms. Nurma did not like the joke.

"Now we're in. Learn a lot the same Adnan there!"

"Yes, Mim." Abyan obeyed. Rise up to follow the Burmese who is now walking in there.

While inside, Yumna was laughing because of the funny behavior of cousin Abyan who was apparently so cute to his wife. Not even letting the wife move except to breathe and think of her.

"Don't be so bucin, Nan. Alya ilfeel will be with you!" aunt Abyan chirps commemorate her son.

"Ulya will never feel like me, Mah. Because she's in love with her husband, isn't she, Habibati?" seductive cousin Abyan who published a smile on his wife's face.

"albi ... Where is our son? I want to meet them, "he asked, turning to look for the twins he just gave birth to.

Hearing that, Yumna's heart was filled. He knew a little about the story before entering the room, if it turned out that one of their babies died.

'Where does he feel when he finds out if one child God has already taken?' inner Yumna. Unknowingly shed her tears.

"What's wrong with you, Na?" whispered Abyan who suddenly appeared from behind his wife with the in-laws staring horror at her husband.

Yumna turned around and pulled Abyan out of there. He could not bear to listen to their conversation that he realized would contain onions.

"You are silent-" Abyan's words came to a halt when Yumna embraced her husband when they were in the deserted hallway of the hospital.

I heard the sound of the woman's crying. It made Abyan completely confused. But still return Yumna's embrace while calming her.

"Dyan!" call Yumna then.

"Yes?"

"Pity them" said Yumna. "I couldn't bear to see it inside."

"Miss Alya knows?"

A sweet smile rose on Abyan's lips. It was true what Farhan said. This wife really has a soft heart and a great sense of empathy for the condition of others.

"You don't have to be this confident. They're not as weak as we thought, Na. I pretty much know how tough their faith is."

"But still they're human, By. They must be sad and crying because they have to lose a child. It's not something easy. Especially for a mother who has struggled between life and death to give birth to her child."

There was no answer Abyan gave. What Yumna said is true. They were just ordinary humans who could cry and grieve for the loss.

But how else?

Life in this world is like that.

Someone will come and go.

Some left and were abandoned.

Nothing is eternal in this world.

Everything mortal.

Except the One Almighty God.

Long enough Yumna was in the arms of her husband. His great empathy for the calamity that befell the wife of his husband's cousin, made him forget that he was in a cold war with Abyan due to the man's jokes.

"Eh, what are you doing?" yumna asked and broke away from her husband's embrace. "Why are you hugging me?"

"Huh?" Abyan glared at his wife's statement. In his heart he said, 'This is my wife already aware huh?'

Yumna was about to leave from there but Abyan held her wrist until her steps came to a halt.

"I'm sorry. It was just a joke doang. Don't be so serious."

"Are you seriously just kidding me?" tanya Yumna still keeps her image from prancing around now.

"i'm serious. You don't have to worry. My family has always been in the system of only love and only wife."

"Can you guarantee it?"

"Yaaa, don't know either" Abyan said back to teasing.

"Abyan!" yumna persemat. He wanted to get out of there but Abyan held him back and hugged him tightly.

"Hehehe. Kidding," said Abyan quickly. Without even loosening his embrace on the wife's body.

"Life in this world should not be taken too seriously. You will be stressed yourself. But something you imagine is not going to happen. What happens in the future may not be as scary as our dreams. So don't worry" he whispered. Stopping the struggling Yumna about to be released.

"We go back inside now," Abyan asked then after a while the two were in such a condition.

"Yes." Yeah." Yumna obeyed. Without even wanting to argue again.

Doesn't she want to be a wife who sholehah like Khadijah radiyallahu 'anhu. The woman who was never even mated by the Prophet during the household with him.

Yumna wanted to know what the reason was.

Because if he does not want Abyan to sue him, then he must follow one of the examples of the noble woman.

Not continue to force Abyan to stay with him alone or sulking vague like a child who does not want to share.

"Byan, I'm sorry" Yumna said suddenly, as the two were now right in front of the ward.

Abyan glanced at his wife with a smile. "It's okay. Excused. We enter now," he asked who was responded to by a nod of the head by Yumna.