THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
Enlightenment Mr. Ustadz.

Abim came down the stairs leaving Diah with a mixed heart, between hate, resentment, emotion, becoming one.

To be considered presumptuous or what a fool! for the time being. For he entered the work-room of Adit, his brother-in-law. He locked the door from the inside, currently wanting to be alone, and calmed down.

He sat on Adit's chair circling in a rocking chair leaning his head.

Abim shed tears remembering that time, when mother and father forbade him to marry Diah.

Flashback.

"Bim, if you don't love Melati, Mama won't force." Mama Sahina took a deep breath. Staring at Abim who just scolded papa. Mama Sahina is not. During this time neither mama nor papa ever angry always spoke softly each advising his son. This time, however, the atmosphere was very tense.

"Mom may, you marry Fera, with Findri, or with Caca, you just choose one." Mama misses one girl-to-girl who loves Abim. But Abim never glanced at the girls that Mama thought were good.

"But don't marry Diah son" she begged.

Abim did not reply, only looking down to avoid papa's gaze.

"Leave it! this child who does not want to be lucky Ma" papa said. "Papa was sure that the woman wanted to marry Abim just because of her wealth, there was no way she could love Abim sincerely" Papa Wahid was convinced, because he had asked people to investigate Diah.

"Okay... Papa relented, may you marry the woman, but.you Papa scribbled from Wahid Subandono's right of inheritance!" firmly Papa.

Mama Sahina stares at papa. Mama didn't do that with Abim. My mother did not want her son to suffer. If you are calm, Mama will talk.

While Abim is already covered one word LOVE. There was no problem for him with papa's decision.

Flashback.

Abim went back out and took ablution water only with prayers that would calm him down.

He returned to work, held a neatly folded sadjadah on the sofa, probably owned by Adit.

Abim said takbir salat isya, as much as possible for kusyu although difficult. After the prayer he calmed down a bit, laid his body in the prayer mat, then he slept.

Abim opened his eyes after hearing Adhan murmuring. He is still confused where he is at the moment. At the Masjid? Abim then sat down to remember after five minutes of waking up, recalling the incident last night.

Abim came out of the house carrying a prayer mat in the neck, after coming from the bathroom, rushed to the mosque.

After the morning prayers, Abim listened to the cult of one of the Ustadz in the mosque.

"This time I will talk about how if a man marries a woman who is not holy?

"Wo. wo.. wo. wooo.." the boisterous voice of the early morning worshippers.

Deg. Abim looked at Ustad standing on the pulpit as if to insinuate him.

"Some of the men like us would want to have a wife who still keeps her holiness. Or the slang term 'Virgin."

The congregation laughed again.

"What betuul betuul.." as always Ustad.

"Metul.. ahaha.." the widowed fathers, who were initially sleepy to be fresh, thought Ustad was joking.

"This is true, virginity is a taboo for us, to question. Yes timing? should we ask a potential spouse, before marriage? Don't ya. haram the law, because it's a disgrace, we have to keep the feelings of the prospective partner." Ustad said.

"Hopefully, the congregation here no one experiences this. May our wives, devout wives." Ustad prayer.

"Aamiin.." the enthusiastic congregation.

"HARAM! the law, if we as believers marry women who are adulterous or unholy."

Deg. Abim's chest was like an arrow, staring back at Ustadz.

Abim restores her hair.

"But make no mistake. Don't play the accusation, don't bleed during the first relationship, it doesn't mean he's adulterous. There may be other factors that cause the tear of the hymen, so as I have explained above. "Don't play accuse."

The state of the mosque returned to silence all worshippers staring at Ustadz waiting for its continuation.

"Kok I became like a doctor huh" Ustad chuckled while fixing the kopyah.

"But this is what we must understand, if indeed a man has already married the woman. However, not knowing in advance, and willing to repent, give him a chance."

"Remember! Allah is all-forgiving, do not immediately play divorce, give a chance, talk. Sleep separately first, for mutual self-introspection, before a divorce that ends will regret.,"

"The husband is a patron, for his wife. Because God has overstated some men over women."

"Because they have given a living to the wife."

"The righteous women are those who obey God, and keep themselves when the husband is not there, because God has taken care of them."

Nusyuz women, give advice. Leave them in bed, or in the sense of splitting the bed. But if he obeys you then do not look for reasons to trouble him. Allah is Forgiving."

Kultum finished Abim leaving the mosque home a little enlightenment and relief. He will follow Ustad's advice.

Abim entered the house still quiet, then kedapur after putting the work space. His stomach is getting hungry he only ate yesterday lunch.

Abim's eyeballs were wide open when they reached the kitchen. The kitchen is like a broken ship.

Used pots cooking noodles are still stretched, dirty dishes, even messy garbage. Abim shakes. Intention wants to bring contracting a house more rounded. His wife must learn to be a wife, even a mother. "A Mother? Abim shook his head weakly. If Abim stays here he will not be free to advise his wife. Not good with in-laws.

Abim takes care of the trash used noodles, used eggs, throws at his place.

Then turn on the faucet, wash the dishes. This kind of work for him was common. There were no men or women jobs in my mother's house. Mama Sahina always taught her two children to be independent.

After washing the dishes, Abim opened the refrigerator turned out to be empty. Opening the rice place is also empty, later going home from work intending to buy it.

He cooked water while sweeping the floor further mopping. Stepping on a floor that feels cranky, at least he likes it.

After neat everything, he took a shower and washed his own clothes by rubbing and drying them in the attic. Just wrapped around his body with a towel.

Inevitably he had to go to Diah's room, take a work shirt from the bag he brought yesterday.

"Yes..." Diah smiled in bed, coding in the hope of her husband falling out and asking him to make love.

Abim ignored and entered the bathroom wearing clothes. Doesn't want his valuables to be seen by his wife.

While Diah punched the pillow in annoyance then pulled the blanket back.

After coming out of the bathroom Abim came back out already looked neat grab cash in the briefcase.

"Diah.." call her.

"Yes, yeah..." Diah seemed sparkling according to her husband would forgive, and invite her to make up.

"It's money, use it for kitchen purposes, be flushed for up to a month. The most important thing is that you buy rice and vegetables in an empty refrigerator, do not forget the soaps"

Abim gave up the six million, the first living out of it, must be explained as such, for Diah to understand. Abim did not want to give up his salary entirely, another story if his wife later could be trusted.

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