My Ustadz My Husband
Part 85's
Asthma holds Baby Rafa nimang who suddenly woke up and whined.
He did not know how his current state of heart was what else the state of Bilal's heart was. Asma also doubted her decision to divorce, because it was true that she felt happy when she was with Bilal.
"Shhh sssh shhh. Baby Rafa do not cry yes, Ummi again leave for a while" Asma said while holding Baby Rafa who began to cry, he walked back and forth in his room but Rafa did not want to shut up too.
"What's wrong with her?" Bilal asked after Asma, looking a look of sadness on Bilal's face after what he heard earlier.
"You know, maybe hungry" replied Asma as she continued to hold Rafa. Bilal walked in, he tried to get on the bed and put his foot down.
"Come, put him here" Pinta Bilal asked Asma to put Rafa on his lap.
"Don't you get sick again"
"What the hell, hurts my legs. Come, Zahra. Cassian she is" Bilal said, seeing Rafa weeping more and more. "He may be hungry. Before leaving, Aqilah had already fed him"
Asma also slowly put Baby Rafa in Bilal's lap, Bilal put Rafa's head in his left hand, while his right hand he put it on Rafa's chest.
With a smile then peeked at Rafa, Bilal moved Rafa's body and occasionally he rubbed Rafa's chest.
Slowly land, Rafa returned to calm making Asthma frown confused.
"How could he calm down so fast?" Asthma Whispers.
"If the babysitter is calm, the baby will also be calm" replied Bilal casually. And Asma understood his intention, Asma was not calm, her heart was restless. There's anger, sadness, and as her.
Bilal still continues to hold Rafa affectionately.
"We know the same, Zahra. Just as polygamy is the solution, so is divorce. Divorce is a solution if we are stuck at a point where there is no better way than that, because divorce is a lawful act but hate God" Bilal said in a low and calm voice so as not to disturb Rafa who was slowly closing his eyes again. Asma, Bilal's second wife could only listen to Bilal in silence.
"Just because I love you, doesn't make me think about having you, especially when I'm married and you're still a teenager. I always tried and prayed with all my heart so that I could forget you, but God never answered my prayers, until Khadijah knew my heart. At that time, I felt very guilty for hurting her. But she insisted on me marrying you, because she knew you could make my life perfect. And I'm sure I can make you fall in love with me. Didn't I make you fall in love with me?" Bilal asked as he glanced at Asma from the tail of his eyes, the corner of his lips drawn to form a smile that Asma could not understand that smile.
"Yes" replied Asma then after she was silent for a while
"We can live happily, Zahra. If we can accept everything with sincerity and be grateful for it"
"That's hard" Refute Asthma.
"But not impossible"
"Life is a choice, Bilal. If there are two paths ahead of us, then we must choose one path for us to take. You can't choose, so let me choose"
"Pick divorced?" Bilal asked while staring right in both Asthma's eyes, and boldly Asma returned Bilal's gaze and nodded.
"Are you sure that's the last and best path you want to take?" And Asthma turned her face away. Deep in his heart he was not sure. Bilal is still holding Rafa and now, the little baby is asleep. Asthma remained silent and dared not look at Bilal.
"Give me a good reason, Zahra". Asthma can only lick her dry lips. There were so many reasons he had that Asma didn't know which one to tell Bilal.
"I want to hear your heart now" Bilal said.
"I'm..." Asma breathed "I feel unable to live between you and Khadijah's sister, Bilal."
"You are not among us, you have a place in my heart"
"But it doesn't feel like it. I don't want to go back there again, I can't go with you, Bilal"
"Then I'll come with you"
"You mean?" Asthma asked in a high voice.
"Shhhh..." Bilal put his finger on his lips what else Baby Rafa who arrived moved disturbed.
"I'll stay here, with you" Asma gaped at Bilal's reply. Asthma thinks she must have heard wrong.
"What do you mean, Bilal?"
"You said you couldn't come with me, so I'd go with you, because I didn't want our marriage to end"
"Then what about your marriage to your other wife"
"I will keep our marriage intact, Khadija will not claim my divorce if I stay with you, but you will claim my divorce if I stay with Khadijah"
"You mean?" Ask Asma who increasingly does not understand Bilal's intentions.
"Khadija can really accept you, Zahra. Maybe yes, he made a mistake. But has he ever hurt you intentionally?. Has he brought up his position or yours?"
Asma fell silent, and recalled the time he lived with Khadijah. It is true, Khadijah never directly or deliberately hurt Asthma. Never brought up the position of Asma who as a second wife or himself as the first wife.
"Maybe you unwittingly hurt each other, and that is the fruit of jealousy from each other" Bilal continued. "I can understand that, even the wife of the Prophet can be jealous, what else are you. And as for our son, if you want to leave me because you think Khadija can't accept you, then it's wrong.I know Khadijah did it by accident"
"That's how much you believe in him" Asma said sarcastically and he looked annoyed because it was as if Bilal was defending Khadijah.
"I believe because... Long before I met you, Khadija had already betrothed me to another woman so that I could have children, because Khadija would not be able to give me children. So, when you were pregnant with my child, how could she have intentionally harmed him" And once again, Bilal made Asma speechless.
"If you still want to stay here, and don't want to live close to Khadijah, then it doesn't matter, I can stay here too. Trouble going back and forth every week to Jakarta. But the consequences are you both have to be economical, because the cost of living runs out at the cost" Bilal said in a flat tone but his lips stumped a amused smile. Asma gawked at the words of Bilal who still had time to talk about the material at a stressful time like this.
"Bilal, you...."
"Take a soft pillow for Rafa" said Bilal because he felt his hands ache. Asma immediately took a pillow and put her in the middle of the bed, with Bilal slowly put Rafa to sleep in the aftercare he lay beside Rafa, Bilal hugged Rafa's small body with his hands.
"So tell me, Zahra. Are you at a point where there's no better way than a divorce?." Bilal asked very calmly as if there was no emotion in it, making Asma ask how does Bilal feel right now?. How did he feel when he asked about the divorce?.
What's more, Bilal looks very hurt in Adil's room. And now he looks okay?.
Now Asma is increasingly convinced there must be a damaged nerve in Bilal's brain. What else did he talk about the material.
"Repin..." Asthma called her husband after a few moments of silence to seek answers to her questions, but now it sounded even Bilal's subtle snoring.
Has the man slept?.
Asthma frowned confused, it seems Bilal should be taken to the doctor to check the contents of his head.
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Aqilah who just came home from shopping immediately looking for her son to his room but no.
"Where is Asthma like Rafa, Bi?" He asked Bi Ida.
"In Neng Asma's room, they were sleeping" Bi Ida replied.
"Well, so the same nanny who is in the same foster care is sleeping" continued Aisyah while helping Bi Ida take out her groceries.
"Good, Rafa sleeps, I want to take a bath first" Aqilah said and immediately rushed to his own room.
"Home home?" Tanya Adil who just came from teaching. "Have gone very long"
"His name is also shopping, Sister" replied Aisyah.
"Yes kasian Rafa if it's too long in his mother's stay"
"Rafa seems to be too dependent on her mother, the proof is that she now sleeps with Asthma"
"Oh yeah?. Where's?"
"Yes in his room, brother"
Fair seemed to think of something, and he rushed to Asthma's room.
Very slowly Adil opened the door of Asthma's room, and he could only open his eyes wide with his mouth tightly closed to see the cool view.
The three living creatures in front of him were sleeping very well with Rafa who was in the middle of the same husband and wife who slept sideways facing Rafa. Bilal's right hand was made to cushion Rafa's head, while Asma's right hand was above Rafa's stomach.
Fair as if not believing what he saw. He left Asma's room still with confusion, Adil to the kitchen and there was Fatimah who was feeding Yasmin and Asiyah who was making fried rice.
"What's up, Mom?" Tanya Fatimah who saw her husband looked confused.
"I think Asthma has changed, it turns out. It's like he's getting more and more"
"Mas Fair said what the hell?" Fatimah asked again because she did not understand the meaning of Adil.
"Tau Adil Tuh Brother, do not connect very" Sela Asiyah.
"Asma, I mean Bilal knew that Asma wanted a divorce"
"His letter arrived?" Ask Aisyah curiously.
"Not yet, Bilal knows when Asma spoke to me earlier"
"How did Bilal react, Mas?" Ask Fatimah enthusiastically.
"Crying, he said his heartbeat seemed to stop when Asma said that"
"So sweet..." Fatimah cried with her sweet smile
"Lebay very much" Reply Aisyah sarcastic "All that too, fit again together, said that I can not live without you, but pas seperat. A lot of evidence" Adil laughed at the words Aisyah, Her sister who did have a resemblance to Asma, a little obvious when talking.
"But it's romantic, Ayesha..." Said Fatimah "When a man sheds his tears for a woman, then that woman must be very valuable in her life" Fatimah said as she glanced sadistically at Adil. "That's like that, don't cry for me, call me darling just count the finger nails"
Asma giggled amused to hear the words of Fatimah, he had to admit Adil was indeed the type of man who was serious in any case, a little cold and seemed stiff. Fair can only be gentle to three women, her mother, her daughter and her youngest sister.
"Oh yeah, what did Brother Asma mean to change?" Aisyah asked while serving fried rice on the plate.
"Oh that... Yep. I was worried that Asma and Bilal were fighting, blaming each other or crying again. Now they sleep well with Rafa, as if something happened"
"Good dong" Fatimah said.
"But it's weird, Ma'am" Sela Aisyah.
"Since the beginning they were indeed a strange couple" Aquilah chimed in, he appeared and looked fresher.
"It's not strange, but the name is also love, crazy, it makes sense, what else they fit her love again now"
"Yasmin, have you finished eating?" ask Fair. Yasmin nodded after gulping water from the glass that Fatimah thrust. " Yes, now is the time to deposit your memorization" Adil said as he brought Yasmin out of the kitchen, because he did not want her to hear the adult's words.
"Abi, what is love?" Yasmin asked in her crisp voice.
"Love is like Abi who needs Yasmin and Yasmin who needs Abi" Adil replied.
"But why does Ummi say love is crazy and makes no sense?"
Fair to exhale his breath. It was too late for him to save Yasmin.
"Later if Yasmin had become a mature woman like Ummi and Aunt Yasmin, Yasmin would have understood"
"Old dong, Bi" said Yasmin looks disappointed to make Adil anxious at his daughter.
"Here, don't think about it. Now just focus on Yasmin's memorization.
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Tbc.....