The Samawa Till Jannah
Episode 96's. Mislooked
Rifa'i and Putri go for a walk, until they stop by a cafe, the Princess wants to check her uterus at the doctor, there is a problem in it, until now they have not been gifted a child, so far, prospective baby in the womb Princess. And Rifa'i did the same test, the result was no problem. Means they're healthy, and they've been on honeymoon trips out of town a few times.
One Indonesia they explored, and no one city was missed.
"Mas, it's really that famous cafe." The princess made sure, Rifa'i nodded.
Browse, go inside looking for a suitable place to relax.
Looking up at the right direction, on that side was Anin and Aksa chatting, Pakde too. There are people surrounding them, what is it? Then, the same Princess he inwardly did not believe that the woman was really beside the man of his business friend.
"Mas," cried the Princess quietly.
Rifa'i shook her head, it's best to just leave but hope in the future they'll be fine. However, for the Princess there was no word to befriend Anin.
For him enough, now want to enjoy the good times and just dissolve with the feelings he is in.
So that there were no words from his hot mouth, taunts, insults, insults, or harsh words.
Rifa'i pulled the Princess' hand, to follow her and immediately leave this cafe.
Seeing something strange, Anin felt that there was a figure of Rifa'i with his wife earlier. Why did it suddenly disappear so quickly?
Did he see wrong?
But, it was true that his eyes were not myopic.
What the hell are they here for? Is this the place they used to visit, or are they the owners of this cafe?
Anin conversed, Anin stood up and wanted him to go to the toilet and make sure he had his eyes. Wrong or not, Anin must make sure right.
Aksa allowed it, just don't stay in the toilet too long! Anin answered 'yes' herself able to fulfill Aksa's decision.
"Well, where's the guy? Is it true that I'm wrong to see, I'm going to go back." Anin washes her hands and dries her tissues.
After everything is ready, Anin and Pakde go home, Aksa who leads them home.
"Don't bring your car alone! You want to get married again, son, afraid there is nothing. You should be at home and at home. Let us take care of it. Fast, slow. Surely we'll fulfill it as we have." Message Pakde who is in the car, Pakde one seat with Anin. In the passenger seat, Anin was ashamed of herself.
If Pakde had not nagged, he would have given advice to Aksa.
"Sir... Don't do it! Kasian it's his Aksa mass, in fear of the situation..." Anin struggled spoiled, hugging Pakde's stomach tightly.
Like a father, and a son who was beside him. Tell stories full of funny and laughter, make happy.
Emptiness and emptiness, for Pakde and Bude, are eager to have children. Every day is filled with the sound of baby crying, the hassle of taking care of the baby, and baby laughter at home.
"It was Pakde, "Anin opened the door, but Aksa opened it first.
"Yes, you want to stop by first, son? But, if it's okay at home, son rather than wandering is not clear." Aksa nodded.
And Aksa greeted Pakde and waved to Anin.
"Ehem, not yet... Just not yet, you want nyomot-nyomot's lips, mending Pakde pigtails same clothespin." Laughter filled the front of the house. Aksa followed a laugh, sure enough he had not said the sacred sentence in front of his parents, or his future wife.
"Yes, Pakde same Anin enter first. The bride-to-be, can't be outside... Go home! Don't go anywhere Aksa! Before you speak that sentence before us... Wanna?" Pakde reminded once again, he did not want if there was anything later.
According to the Javanese primbon, if it is known that the prospective bridegroom and the woman should not go out for a month before the marriage contract begins, but the wedding date is just about to come closer and just yesterday the proposal.
Never mind, the important thing is not to believe too much! Hopefully nothing will happen, because God knows.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..."
"Wa'alaikum... Careful son,"
"Yes, Pakde. Take care of Anin too!"
"OK..."
Pakde opened the gate, immediately seeing Anin dumbfounded him a little.
"You, why?"
"No papa, Pakde. I think now, marriage is not like a child's toy, I used to get married thinking marriage is good, have children, continue to run the marriage well. But, there's just something natural with her household name." Anin said, walking into the house.
The house is locked, meaning Bude is not home. Pakde opened it through the back, definitely not in the back door lock.
"Go in, kid! Let Pakde explain, you can understand later." Pakde opened the door and Anin entered the house.
Landing his butt in the chair, Pakde still washed his hands in the kitchen.
Looking for the right food for a snack, at one o'clock in the afternoon, where is his wife?
"Son, make Pakde coffee! Pakde can't, because how many spoons don't know." Anin nodded.
Anin makes coffee for Pakdenya, and Pakde leyeh-leyeh in the chair. Watching TV, with comfort and no look here and there.
"This, Pakde."
Anin sat down next to Pakde.
Pakde began to sip his coffee, which was still billowing smoke and while eating the bread served there.
"Son, sirde wants to continue your conversation. Household, yes you as a wife have a great responsibility to the family, equally as equal to men.
You can be a good wife, serve your husband well, no matter where you are... Want the husband to fall poor, sick, we help, do not let your husband experience it by himself! Something urgent does not mean being left behind. Equally solve the problem by together, we as wives also obey what the husband requests.
The husband also has a great responsibility towards his family, guiding his wife, becoming a priest for his family, and earning a living in a born and inner way for the family.
Once a problem, it must be solved. Don't run away with unresolved issues. Pakde just reminded, the household is not like a toy. Unless we understand, what are our problems? Small, and big problems. Yes, that household no one imagined as smooth as the asphalt on the road. Sometimes it is tested, and as much as possible we accept it.
It hurts at first, but we can deal with it for a long time. Want to hit the storm, one of which must be someone who wants to succumb, and can strengthen your household. That's Pakde's message to you. Pakde wants the best, not the past." Speak Pakde with long, ngalor-ngidul.
Anin answered with a nod of the head, the banquet given by Pakde really became his science until later.
Pakde felt empty his throat, sipping back his coffee.
Pakde held Anin's shoulder.
"Jalani only! It's time you served as a wife again." Anin nodded.
Anin chose to stay in the room, pondering her thoughts. And splash his body with water, let his brain fresh again.
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