Talak on the First Night (Doubtful Sanctity)
14: Not Suitable Expetation

Tonight, I can be sure Ilham no longer sleeps alone. Because even though the family group from Ilham boarding school has returned to East Java after the party and reception was not held there due to the case that befell Ilham, Aisyah the wife was deliberately left behind. But later when they return to the pesantren, they will still hold a massive reception.

One thing that Inspiration has learned about the wife he has kept holy. Because it turns out, despite being good at teaching and memorizing every holy verse, Aisyah is not a woman who is good at taking care of homework. Especially for the kitchen, Aisyah could not do it at all. Maybe because the woman who was two years older than Ilham was already accustomed to anything served. However, Aisyah said she would start learning to cook for Ilham who the woman called Mas.

“Everyone does not need to be versatile for reasons Alloh creates diversity in this life, so that we complement each other. Yes, right, Mas?” said Aisyah who still survives with her veil as well as her black syar'i clothes. He smiled, trying to encourage the husband who was cooking fried rice next to him.

Inspiration smiles back. “Hopefully in the future, this is not the case. Yes, homework includes cooking and washing, so it's only because you take care of more classes, anyway, Aish,” the inner Inspiration who feel disappointed because the holy woman of pride is not even in accordance with expectations. However, then he deliberately hugged and kissed the wife's forehead full of affection. “But nothing. Because thanks to you, I have a position in the pesantren. Even after this, we've instantly loved a private home,” Inner Inspiration is still busy talking inwardly.

But without the newlyweds knowing, Siti's mother who came to the kitchen, immediately stared dislike towards Aisyah. “Women from among are, understand religion, and age is also more mature, the period of homework let alone cooking, can not?” his inner. Although the thought is still ancient because it considers the wife must be able to take care of homework, especially cooking, for Siti's mother, the situation of the daughter-in-law is indeed obnoxious alias outrageous. Because for him, if you see from the figure of Aisyah who has matured, Aisyah should try to be a wife and daughter-in-law perfectly dexterous all-round like Arimbi.

“This is, ... pottery stacks, used wedang cups and used saucer are everywhere. Full floor uwuh and until the slippery effect of oil used cook-cook many people also,” inner mother Siti again.

The fact there that had been going to cook for the Thanksgiving event as well as a massive reception, but suddenly abandoned by a shady neighbor, did make the house very messy. For Siti's mother, if Aisyah thinks, the woman has started to clean things up, not just busy being the foreman of Ilham or even busy making out.

“Arimbi who is busy every day, always his own initiative to clean everything up without being asked. Lah Aisyah, who until I invite while screaming just diem grip to Ilham? He thinks he wants to be slaughtered like me what giman!” siti's inner mother was upset because Aisyah did not match expectations. Until there, he was forced to clean the house with the help of his husband. Ilham rebuked her not to be too hard on Aisha, before her son brought Aisyah to his room and never came out.

“That's them again why, sir? This is still a lot of work. The back room of the house has not been closed, afraid there is a thief because now it is the season of the thief and this is no one else because no one is fussing too!” upset mother Siti while arranging each pottery into amben in the kitchen, to quickly dry.

“Biasalah Ma'am, .. newlyweds. Tuh, Aisyah again naji,” said the husband.

“New bride, yes newlyweds, sir! Njai ya njai, but must understand the situation. He thought enough dingajiin, this house immediately settled?” siti's mother complained. “Out there are also many who understand religion, sir. There are a lot of women out there who are crazy. But I'm not like Aisyah. The same wife of the Prophet's son did not like Aisyah. Basic Aisyah slacker anyway like!” This time he accidentally broke his waist.

Ibu Siti almost advanced and intended to bang on the door of the room Ilham whose existence is next to the family room. The room whose desk is still filled with cigarette butts. Peanut skin is scattered well on the floor, table, and also risban. Also various food flakes and mixed with leaf wrapping tape.

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The night was getting late, but next to him, Aisyah was still teaching, compared to the Qur'an that was being recited. But slowly, Ilham's one hand grabbed Aisyah's hand wrapped in black gloves, matching the shar'i clothes that his wife was wearing.

Aisyah who seemed to understand the intent and hard code of the husband, gradually ended her salary. He closed his Koran, then set it aside carefully to a wooden table with blue cloth next to the amben of their togetherness. The wooden table is also still decorated with one plate and spoon following the used glass they ate. And now, he smiled looking at Inspiration full of love. Moreover, the man continued to do so to him. Sooth the scenery as well as beautiful togetherness, sweet as the typical honey of newlyweds.

“Aisyah .. thank you. Thank you so much for choosing me to be your husband. Thank you so much for keeping believing. Thank you so much for staying with me when I was devastated by today's events. Sorry if I am far from perfect maybe even far from your expectations,” said Ilham. His gaze indeed continued to be fixed on Aisyah's two eyes which were indeed very beautiful. Both wide eyes were black eyes at once clear. But his lips had already passed Aisyah's left hand which he held, full of love and very friendly.

“Masya Alloh, Mas!” gratefully Aisyah who then leaned spoiled onto Ilham's shoulder.

Ilham blushed, feeling very happy because the man also forgot the burden of his life, especially the shame due to the lies he had been covering up, uncovered, exposed, until the wedding reception that he initially will make as a show to the villagers, especially Arimbi, even failed. His left hand that did not hold Aisyah's left hand, gradually clenched Aisyah's waist-friendly. Really, it's his first time doing it, and it feels so happy.

“Everyone has a past, including Mas and me. We don't fall into the same hole. We want to learn and get better. And I, ... I accept Mas's past because Mas has accepted me completely.” Aisyah stared back at Ilham's gaze full of indulgence.

Ilham blushed, impatient to complete his inner needs because he was also an adult man who had a desire especially to his own wife. “Bby, Mas .. start?”

The look in Aisyah's eyes became faded and tinged with anxiety. “But Mas don't be surprised, yes?”

“Shocked?” lirih Ilham reflexes and he frowned, staring incomprehensibly at the woman who had made him impatient. But the fact that Aisyah who just nodded instead made Ilham afraid, behind the veil Aisyah was also not in accordance with her expectations. Like Aisyah who is not good at taking care of homework let alone cooking.