The Agent's Shadow Bed
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Author releases latest Islamic novel. No less cool than Casanova Dipinang Sholeha. Lots of messages and romantic.

Title: Naughty Wife Ustad Handsome

That night the countryside was crowded with the chants of Allah's verse echoing from a small mane. Children loudly recite every word in the scriptures. Led by a young ustadz graduates of the beautiful Egyptian state are also beautiful. Soon Isya time will arrive, then the teaching activity was stopped. The ustadz now rises to proclaim the Adhan. Instead of playing merdunya, the Adhan reverberated gently in the night sky calling every servant of God to immediately perform prayer. The ustadz also led the Isha prayer service tonight. For three years he devoted himself to this manau. Though he was a scholar from the famous Egyptian campus but he instead chose to return to his hometown and devote himself in this surau. In short, he was a unique yet kind-hearted young man.

After the Isya prayer, Ustadz did not go straight to his home. He drifted to a small house not far from Surau. Inside the house appeared a middle-aged woman who was still wearing a mukena. He smiled at the Ustadz. He then allowed the ustadz to enter his house.

“Assalamualaikum Bu Kiyai.” Ustadz greeted the woman.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, please enter nak Syamir.” The woman allowed the ustadz to enter.

“Good Mom. I feel bad because I have been visiting these nights,” Syamir said.

“Loh, end Ndo. It was Mr. Kiyai who told you to come here tonight. In a moment yes, I call Mr. Kiyai first.” Said Mrs Kiyai.

“Enjeh Bu.” Syamir.

When Syamir was silent in the living room suddenly came out a beautiful girl who brought a tray containing drinks and snacks typical of the area for Syamir. The girl was wearing clothes that were so covered. He approached Shamir's chair and lowered his gaze. He timidly put the drinking water on the table. He returned to the back of the room after delivering drinking water to Shamir.

“God's beauty, Zulaikha is really beautiful tonight. Astagfirullah, you are why Shamir!” Shamir said in his heart.

Before long Mr. Kiyai also came followed by Bu Kiyai.

“Assalamualaikum Mr. Kiyai.” Shamir got up from his seat and shook hands with Mr. Kiyai.

“Wa’alaikumsalam. Healthy Nak?” said Mr. Kiyai.

“Alhamdulilah healthy sir.” They all sat around the table.

“Nak Syamir must be wondering why we call Nak Syamir these nights. It's nothing, it's just that we think we need to immediately convey this to Shamir Nak. Isn't it Ma'am ?” Mr. Kiyai turned to Bu Kiyai.

“Enjeh Pak.” Kiyai Bu assented.

“So like this Son, previously I wanted to ask Nak Syamir if Nak Syamir already has a candidate? Emm, I mean... Nak Syamir is old enough, the time has not been nominated, is not Bu?” Mr. Kiyai now looks clumsy.

“Aduh, uh, enjeh Pak.”  Miss Kiyai is also clumsy.

“Concidentally durung Pak.” Shamir replied timidly.

“Alhamdulillah, uh, I mean.... emmm you know why? The handsome period of kayak gini has no candidates, hehe. Uh! How fortuitous. Zulaikha also does not have a candidate for the table Nak, well how?” Mr. Kiyai smiled shyly at Shamir.

“How to buy sir? Sorry I don't understand.” Though in the heart of Syamir he was excited not playing when he heard the words of Mr. Kiyai just now.

“Begini, I want to match Nak Shamir with my son Zulaikha. How's it? what does Syamir want?” said Mr. Kiyai.

“Yes God, what dream was I last night? Didn't think it turned out that my pent-up wish was now so real.” Shamir said in his heart. He was so happy, as if he was dancing among the beautiful and vast boulevards.

“So how is Nak?” Bu Kiyai can't wait to hear the answer from Syamir.

“Enjeh, I want Sir, Bu.” Syamir is now unable to stem his excitement, he smiled broadly at Bu Kiyai and Pak Kiyai.

“Alhamdulillah.” Said Pak Kiyai and Bu Kiyai simultaneously.

“Then I call my son first. We also need to ask him. Please call Zulaikha yes Bu.” Said Mr. Kiyai.

“Good Sir.”

Zulaikha was eavesdropping from behind his room, coincidentally the location of his room adjacent to the living room. Zulaikha unceasingly smiled as he listened to the conversation between his parents and Shamir. Zulaikha was shocked when her mother suddenly appeared before him.

“Hayo! Why yes?” Kiyai's mother surprised Zulaikha.

“Astagfirullah! Mama! Almost Zulaikha's heart was dislodged.” Zulaikha.

“Bapak tells you to go there, come on!”

Zulaikha then walked into the living room accompanied by his mother. He was so embarrassed when he sat facing the man who is now his candidate.

“Nah, here! sit Ndo.”  Zulaikha then sat on the broom of his parents.

“Begini toh Ndo. Mr. Karo Ibu intends to match Ndoe karo Syamir. How's it? What gel is scrambled?” Ask Mr. Kiyai.

Zulaikha then nodded in embarrassment. His cheeks turned red. He lowered his head deeper. His heart is now beating fast. If only in this room there was only one himself then he would jump for joy.

“alhamdulillah.” Back, Pak Kiyai and Bu Kiyai said simultaneously.

The meeting was over. Syamir finally went home. His heart is now in flower. Finally the woman he had long craved for would now become his joda. Along the way Syamir unceasingly exuded a happy smile. So excited, his mouth was unceasingly chanting solawat to His Majesty the Prophet SAW.

Syamir house is located a bit far from Surau. You could even say if his house is the most end in this village. So Shamir walked a little far towards his house. While passing through the path of Shamir suddenly aghast, he saw a white sedan car that hit a banyan tree. It has become a shamir instinct to help anyone even an ant. He then approached the car. The car was emitting a thick smoke. Shamir looked into the car, there was a woman who drooped helplessly. Without thinking long Syamir then tried to open the car door as hard as possible. Various ways he did so that the car door could open, finally thanks to his persistence finally the car door was opened. Shamir then took the woman out of the car. Shortly after the woman got out, the car exploded. Fortunately, Shamir immediately took the woman out, a second late, then I don't know what will happen to the woman.

Shamir laid the woman on the cold ground. He intended to leave the woman to seek help. But it is already dark, where the distance from this place to the residential residents is quite far. Shamir is worried that something will happen if he leaves the woman alone for long here. This road is rarely traversed by people especially in dark conditions like this. It's gonna be hard to find a car that's passing through here. Shamir is confused as to what to do with the woman. His heart kept telling him to help him, but Shamir was also afraid that his good intentions would be a slander to himself. He was silent for a moment.

Shamir finally carried the woman. He decided to take the woman home. After all, the distance from here to his house was not too far away. Syamir half-heartedly brought the foreign woman back home. Arriving at Syamir's house, she laid the girl on the living room chair. The shamir then went to the kitchen to fetch warm water and a medicine box.

Syamir lives alone with his mother in this small house. Syamir's father had left him since Shamir was still in the womb. Syamir has been an orphan since childhood. It made him grow into an independent child.

Shamir's mother came out of her room, she was immediately shocked when she saw a woman lying in her house. Syamir's mother then sought Shamir. With a face that was still shocked, Shamir's mother approached Syamir.

“Nak. Explain to Mbok who is the woman in our living room?” shamir's mother's face now turned into worry and fear. He was worried that his son would do nothing to the woman.

“Quiet Mbok, he's a nobody. Shamir found it earlier on the road near the forest with the condition of the accident. Syamir only intends to help him Mbok, that's all.” Syamir now carries a basin filled with warm water and its P3K box.

“But she's a foreign woman Ndok. The Mbo is only afraid if anything happens to you.”

“God willing to Mbo. Syamir will immediately return him if he is aware. Syamir cannot bear to leave it with conditions like this.”

“Aamiin Mbok.”

“Ya already let Mbok alone change it. You better rest, turu. Tomorrow you will work on the land Mr. Lurah, so you have to rest enough.”

“enggeh Mbok's. Mature suwun.”

“sami-sami.”

That night Shamir went to sleep, he let the woman be treated by her mother. Shamir felt fine that night. He wouldn't have thought if something would happen the next day.

Tomorrow, in the morning blind Mr. Lurah knocked hard on the door. Shamir then opened the door. Mr. Lurah main nyelonong entered his house. Shamir just silence can't stop him. Mr. Lurah was suddenly shocked when he saw a woman lying on a chair.

“Astagfirullah! Sham! I thought you were a pious man, it turns out..” Mr. Lurah was in shock and then closed his mouth with his arm.

“This is not what you imagined Sir. I can explain it.”

“Ndak! I won't be eaten up by your fake talk. I'll call all the citizens to come here. You must be punished for what you have done. How dare you pollute this village with your dirty hands.”

“No Sir, not so.” Syamir has not been able to explain everything Pak Lurah even came out.

Syamir is now really panicked, he is confused how to. He tried to wake the girl but did not wake up. Syamir continued to say Istigfar while trying hard to wake the girl. But it was too late, the residents were now at the door of his house.

“See everything! See what you have done!” Mr. Lurah is leading the opinion of the citizens.

People are so angry at what they have seen. Shamir who has resigned can now only be the months of citizens. He shed tears, and at that moment he remembered his sins. In his heart he continued to speak Istigfar while submitting himself to the Powerful One. He accepted all the provisions of fate that had been outlined for him.

“We have to marry her now!” said one citizen.

“What is this?” Shamir's mother came out of her room.

“boy koe wes macem-macem karo other women.” Said Mr. Lurah.

“Do not accuse! Last night Shamir helped him. The woman was an accident victim on the road near the forest. You can check the car, maybe it's still there. Don't be a vigilante.” Obviously Syamir Mother.

“Ya already, you check the whereabouts of the car.” Mr. Lurah ordered some of his citizens to check the whereabouts of the car.

The rampage stopped for a while. The atmosphere turned silent and full of tension. Some residents are whispering now. Syamir still hopes for the woman's consciousness. If the woman is conscious then she will be able to give actual testimony to the citizens. But the woman was unconscious.

Before long some residents who were sent by Mr. Lurah also returned. Mr. Lurah then approached those people.

“How? You see the whereabouts of the car that has been told by his Mbok Syamir?” Ask Mr. Lurah.

“No Sir. We've combed all the roads in the forest but we didn't find any.”

All the people were shocked. They stared intently at Shamir.

“Cannot be! The car was on the side of the road near a banyan tree. By Allah I'm not lying!” Shamir affirmed his testimony.

“Alah, reasons. The Mbok, the Mbok. You just believe in your son. And he has deceived you. Already, we marry them now!” said Mr. Lurah.

Everyone became hysterical. His mother was so shocked by what happened, she never thought her son would lie to her. The only child he had raised with great difficulty, he thought. Her tears were now flowing down her cheeks. Shamir was about to approach his mother, but could not because his hands had been blocked by the citizens. Shortly after that, the woman woke up. His face was shocked and astonished when he saw the atmosphere around him.

“He's up! you can ask him the truth directly.” Syamir.

“You don't have to be afraid we'll just ask you a little. Explain where you came from and what happened to you last night!” Lurah asked the woman.

The woman was still trying to gather her consciousness. He tried to open his mouth slowly. He began to talk,

“I don't understand what's going on, but fine. Introduce my name Syahira Sadavir, call me Sya or Caca. Did you know my family? Sadavir families? Ah bodo. I'm from Jakarta, I came here because I want to celebrate my Birthday Party. Last night I went home to my villa, but if it's not wrong I almost just collided with the car. But how can I get here, huh? Where do I keep my car now? I really need my car to make it back to Jakarta.” the woman now looks confused.

“You're at this young man's house. He said he saved you last night. But we don't believe it, we're afraid that he'll do something to you.” Obviously Mr. Lurah.

“What? I really don't remember.”

“Ah, stop. Perhaps he had conspired with Shamir to cover up their foul deeds. Never mind, just let them know now Mr. Lurah!” urge one of the citizens.

“Yes, we agree. Just marry them now!” simultaneously all waga lift biacara.

“NO! I don’t understand what are you talking about guys. What ? marry off? Can't! I just don't know who he is, you don't just accuse dong.” Said the woman.

“Allah do not much cingcong deh!” the people are getting angry.

“Please don't Sir. What he said is true, I dare to swear by the Quran on my testimony.” Denying Shamir.

“Alah, don't talk to you much. Already, let's control them now. We have also got his identity.” Firmly Mr. Lurah.

Finally, inevitably Syamir was married to a woman named Syahira. Shamir never expected that his good intentions would end like this. What is the fate of his match with Zulaikha, the woman he so admired for so long. How does her mother feel now? Must have been very ruined. Shamir can't see his mother's face right now. The woman is also crying at the moment. Yet never once did Shamir touch a woman, but now he has to bear the punishment that is not at all because of his fault.

After the forced marriage was completed Shamir then expelled by the residents of his village. He was confused, where he should be now. Shamir accompanied by the woman now left the village. Syamir's mother cried bitterly at the passing of her son, whether she would be able to meet his son again. Shamir wept, he had no power over all that had befallen him. He fell down while shedding tears.

When Shamir arrived at the village gate he passed Zulaikha. Apparently Zulaikha had just finished shopping from the market. He carries a shopping cart full of vegetables. Zulaikha was shocked when he saw Shamir walking with a woman while being led by residents. So shocked her shopping cart fell down.

“Syamir?” Zulaikha.

“Hey Zulaikha! Tell Mr. Kiyai not to match Shamir with you again. Look, he has done a no-no with other women.” Said Mr. Lurah.

“Astagfirullah. Nah! Not likely. Shamir will not do that. I've known him since childhood. There is no way he would dare to do such a thing.” Zulaikha did not believe the words of Mr. Lurah. He even wanted to approach Shamir so that Syamir would speak the truth and defend himself in front of the people.

But Shamir just bowed quietly, he did not flinch. Zulaikha shook his head. He still could not believe what he had just witnessed.

“Free you defended him. We married that woman. We also drove him out of this village. So let him go now with that woman outside. Let them go with their sins.” Said Mr. Lurah.

“No! Impossible.” Zulaikha was about to stop Shamir, but the people detained him. Shamir was led by waga to come out. Zulaikha also cried while continuing to fight the grip of the residents.

The tears of Shamir flowed more and more, he could not bear to watch his beloved woman now cry watching herself go. He became even more grievous when he realized that he could do nothing more. He now leaves his beloved village but not to wander like before. He has left his village forever. I don't know where Shamir is going now.