Not the Perfect Wife
206. S2 - Feeling inappropriate
"Sister! Don't worry, yes!" afrin shouted from outside the door.
"Mas, you're so hard on his laugh. I don't feel good about Afrin" said Nayla softly afraid of sounding her sister-in-law.
"Just let's. After all, he was just there. I wondered what kind of man Khairi was. The profile I read in the article. He's a firm and cold man."
"So not that, I guess. He looks ordinary" said Nayla, who is taken by Aydin.
"Where's the queen, honey? How come I haven't seen him?"
"Not yet awake, still in his room."
"It's late in the afternoon, why not build it?"
"His sleep just now, pity if built. He's also recovering so, just don't bother him. Mother also said Nuri is so that only recovered from illness, often sleep all day."
"Yes, I'm taking a shower." Aydin passed to the bathroom. Nayla prepares a change of clothes for her husband.
*****
In such a big house. Khairi sat in the garden, thinking about what happened this afternoon at Afrin's house. Without him realizing the mother had looked at him from afar and approached then, sat down beside him.
"What makes this mama's son daydream? It looks very serious?" ask Mama Fara, stepmom Khairi.
"There's nothing, just a little office work today" Khairi said.
"Mama knows how Mama's son is. Office work will not make you daydream here. It must be a woman, right?" mama asked Fara to guess what had happened to her son. Although Khairi is not his biological child, but he loves the man like a real child.
"There's nothing, Ma. I'm going to go out first, yeah!" Khairi passes leaving her mother because she does not want to tell anyone for now. The man himself also did not know what steps he would take later. Khairi needed to think about it carefully.
The man left his house. He drives a car without direction. The voice of Azaan made him remember Emran's words. This time the call made Khairi's heart tremble.
The man decided to stop at a nearby mosque. His hand squeezed the steering wheel to try to strengthen his heart, between fear and shame. He is not ashamed of people, nor does he know who they are. This time he was ashamed of his creator.
Khairi got out of the car, looking at the house of God. He stood quietly in front of the mosque for a while, suddenly he felt the most sinful human being. For a long time he had not set foot there.
Until a clap from behind resuscitated him. It turned out to be an old man with a white peci on his head. Khairi lowered her head slightly.
"Why are you still standing here? Come, in!" take the man.
"Yes, sir." Khairi followed the man. Between sure and not, but his feet continued to step in the footsteps of the man in front of him.
"Have you taken ablution?" ask the man. Even the clueless Khairi was silent, he did not know what to answer. The man understood and took Khairi to the ablution.
"Come, follow me! Let's take ablution first."
The man gave an example to Khairi of ablution. Khairi followed him without asking much. After that they entered the mosque and it turned out that the man was the imam there.
Khairi stood at the very back of the line. The confidence that he had all this time, left just like that when he was around these worship experts. After the prayer, the man wanted to leave immediately, Khairi felt that he did not deserve to be there. However, the man stopped his steps.
"Wait for the young man, why rush to go home? Didn't you come here to improve yourself?" asked the man as if he knew what Khairi wanted to do.
"Include my name, Ridhwan" said the man, extending his hand.
"Khairi," he answered by welcoming Ridhwan's hand. "I've had too many sins, sir. I don't even know my religion. Especially about my duty as a Muslim."
"Because we don't understand, we can start learning. We'll never know if we don't find out. I used to know nothing, but I learned that's why I understand. Why don't you start it?"
"But I'm too old."
"Learn no old or young words. Especially late."
Khairi paused for a moment thinking about the words the man said. Ridhwan invited him to sit on the terrace of the mosque and chat for a moment.
"God is very forgiving, he will forgive all our mistakes. Different from humans like us. Never forgive, admitting mistakes is sometimes shame."
Ustaz Ridwan and Khairi talked a lot. The young man also inquired about his religion and with pleasure Ustaz ridhwan explained all. He also promised Khairi that he would teach. Of course, it made the young man happy.
"Thank you for helping me."
"Together, as humans we must help each other."
*****
"Mama ana?" nuri asked when she saw Nayla going out with a bag.
"You'll be out for a second, honey. Mama wants to go shopping, Nuri's biscuits are up" replied Nayla.
"It's."
"Well, nuri want to come?" asked Nayla who was taken in by the little girl.
Naila was happy to hear that. Just this time Nuri took the initiative to come with him. He usually takes his son. But always refuse.
"If so, come on! Pamit used to be the same oma," asked Nayla.
They were looking for Yasna who was in the living room watching TV.
"Ma," call Nuri to Yasna.
"Yes, what's wrong?" ask Yasna.
"It's Mama Anja."
"Well, did the Queen want to come with Mama?" asked Yasna who Nuri was referring to. "Not to be naughty, yeah!"
Yasna turned to look at Nayla and asked, "Can you go shopping alone? Do I need Rani to come? Let him bring the groceries."
"No need, Mother. I can, really! There's Mr. Hari too."
"Shop a little, don't bother. Shop again tomorrow. Or Mr. Hari ask you to come in and help you."
"Yes, Mother. We go first, assalamualaikum," said Nayla by kissing the back of Yasna's hand followed by Nuri.
"Waalaikumsalam, you guys be careful, yes!"
"Yes, Oma" said Nayla, holding her daughter.
The little girl waved at Yasna followed by the woman.
They left together by riding in a car driven by Mr. Hari. Along the way Nuri always chattering makes the atmosphere not boring. Even occasionally Pak Hari also chimed in Nuri's babble.
While at home Yasna was happy. The relationship between mother and child is getting closer. He did not need to feel guilty for wanting to have Nuri alone.
Even if they wanted to leave the house and choose to be independent, the woman would not mind, as long as her children and grandchildren were fine. Afrin now lives, I don't know when the girl will get married. Yasna wishes whoever her daughter's soul mate, hopefully she's a good person.
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