THE TORTURED WIFE
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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 anyway? 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.

“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.