Test Loyalty
Innate Ngidam

"Means that the talaq should not be dropped is a woman who is menstruating and puerperal yes, Ustaz. Not a pregnant woman" asked Hariz.

"I thought the pregnant wife could not be divorced" Hariz continued.

"Yes Mr. Hariz, more or less like that. As I have explained just now in the hadith," replied ustaz Hasan reassured.

"Thank you very much, no, Mr. Ustaz, for the knowledge that Mr. Ustaz has imparted to me. Now I can understand more about the law about divorcing pregnant women."

After feeling his needs have been completed Hariz said goodbye to the host and then invited Dhena and her baby to immediately go home to their home.

Now Hariz can breathe a sigh of relief. He believes his household now can not be disturbed and harassed again by Nelly. Because he does not have to re-refer to Nelly even though Nelly's current state is pregnant.

***

"Mas, really, I feel nauseous, I don't cross," Dhena complained to her husband.

"His nausea medicine has not been drunk yet?"

"Already, Mas. But still not bad. No change at all."

Entering the age of her pregnancy to six weeks makes Dhena feel more complaints. Because now he does not want to eat rice. Never mind to eat it, just smell the smell that comes out makes Dhena instantly become nauseous and immediately vomit.

"Mas, I can't eat rice. I just smell it I can't stand it" Dhena told me her condition.

"Keep what?" ask Hariz slowly.

"Let's eat the same mas as Fathan, Mas who cooked his own rice," he continued so that the wife does not feel burdened if she has to cook rice when the condition is like that.

"Thank you a lot, yeah, Mom. I'm willing to understand my situation." Dhena smiled happily at Hariz. The woman felt that her husband was now able to be gentle and considerate as when he first knew her.

"Don't say thank you too, kali. You, right, his wife. So it's an obligation Mas can understand his own wife," said Hariz while shuffling Dhena's head.

"What do you want to eat now?" Hariz repeated his question.

"Kupat knows it only once, Mas. I hope I don't feel nauseous when I eat it."

"Yaudah, wait a minute, yeah, I'll find you."

Seeing Hariz change his color pants with long pants, Fathan who was busy playing lego then stopped the action. Then he looked at the father with a questionable face.

"Dad, where are you going?" tanyanya enthusiastic. Because the boy understood. If his father was wearing color pants or shorts then replace with his father's trousers it would definitely go out of the house.

"Dad wants out. Food for Mama" replied Hariz.

"But, Dad, why do you want to go out of the house every time you change your pants?" tanyanya polo's.

"Yes, Honey. Because Dad was, right, wearing a pair of shorts, so you're out of the house having to change into long pants."

"Why should I change?" His clear eyeballs exuded a high sense of curiosity.

"Because if you wear shorts. Dad's knees can look like everyone else, later, right, outside the house we can meet a lot of people," replied the father.

"Indeed, if Dad's knees look like everyone else, why is that?" fathan Cecar.

"That's an aura that should not be seen by others. Because of the limits of the male aurot it starts from the navel to the knee. It must be tightly closed not to be seen by others," said Hariz trying to give an answer to his son who was always curious and asked a lot of questions.

"What if Dad's navel and knees look like somebody else, Dad?" Fathan was still overwhelmed with curiosity.

"Later Father sinned. Because closing the aurot is mandatory for both women and men."

"Keep aurot is what?" Fathan's question continues.

"Aurot is the part of the adult body that cannot be seen with others. If a man starts from his navel and knee it should not be seen. If women all over the body. Except for his face and palms."

"For now, Fathan is wearing trousers. So you can come with Dad. Ayu, Dad, we're leaving" he asked after all the answers were answered one by one by his father.

Dhena just smiled happily listening to all the babbling of her son. He also felt proud to have a husband like Hariz who could teach about religious law to their children early on.

About fifteen minutes Hariz and Fathan returned home with a crisp tote containing two packs of tofu from Dhena's order.

For Dhena herself I knew it was her favorite food since she was a child. A meal consisting of several pieces of tofu and peel as well as several slices of cabbage vegetables, and toge with peanut seasoning as a complement also has its own memories in Dhena's life.

When Dhena was about five to seven years old she was often left to work by her mother in an urban place in her area as a domestic assistant. To cover their needs and living expenses. Because Dhena never knew the figure of the father since the baby. Her mother Dhena survived being a single parent until Dhena sat on the SD bench. To please Dhena, her mother always said, "Mom went to work first, yes, Dhen, later she will bring good food for Dhena and Kahfi Brother. Mother came home and brought you mixed ice as I know," said Aminah Bu at that time.

Being able to eat this type of food tofu to Dhena has become the most delicious food that ever stopped by her tongue. Because in the limitations of the economy Dhena rarely met with other types of good food. Because the mother often serves her children breakfast in the form of warm rice mixed with raw bananas are burned sprinkled with a little salt. So it was natural that when Dhena was bought and brought to know by her mother she felt happy because she could meet good food.

"I want to eat this now, don't I?" tanya Hariz breaks Dhena's nostalgic daydream to her childhood.

"Yes, Mas, want to" Dhena replied while receiving a white bell plate that had been filled tofu.

"This is, right, there's a rice too, why, want to eat? He said he didn't want to eat rice?" tanya Hariz who feels strange with Dhena's request that not want to eat rice but if the raw ingredients of Dhena rice peel can eat it.

"What I don't want is rice, Mas. If this is, isn't rice, it's tofu."

"Sakarepmu, ngono," Hariz said as he approached Fathan who was playing a bicycle outside the house.