Triplets' Last Mission.
"Me, Gwen!"
"Um, you better sit down. I'll call is…,"
"Good, Ustadz. Ustadz could also sit down, and we would talk about the matchmaking, "again Syifa interrupted Agam's words to say that he was going to call his wife.
Sitting on a different sofa. When Syifa wanted to talk about her matchmaking again, Gwen came up with her promise to ask Agam to pigtail her hair.
"Mas, please pigtail my hair, dong. All wearing the hijab, I'm not used to everything," whine Gwen still with unraveled hair.
"Eh, how are you going? Horse pigtail or braid?" ask Agam.
"The braids are not papa either. The important thing is not like the hump of a camel," said Gwen rubbed her husband's thighs like a child who wanted to ask for snacks.
Gwen deliberately did that to show that she was no one else for Agam. Still with playing mobile phones and also Agam busy with his wife's hair.
"Who is this girl? Her hair was as thin as ever, her sitting was also not at all graceful. Why did Ustadz Agam touch him? As long as I've known this family, I've never seen it?" syifa in the heart.
Not only that, Gwen was also very spoiled asking Agam to wear her hijab. What he only did himself could also, but only proved if Agam was his yes in such a way.
"Alhamdulillah, it's done" said Agam touching the wife's cheek.
Patiently, Agam put on the hijab as well. Seeing the familiarity of Agam and Gwen in front of him, made Syifa jealous.
"Ustadz, who is he? How, you guys touch, anyway? A year ago, Ustadz Agam no longer had a younger sibling, other than Esti?" ask Syifa wonder.
Gwen stretched out her hand, introducing herself by straightening her head. "Known, Gwen Kalina Lim, daughter of both her parents, and I'm Mas Agam's legal wife of religion and state three days ago!"
The sudden expression of reality from Gwen to Agam's wife made Syifa surprised. How not? When he came home, none of his family said that Agam was married.
"What's? You're the wife of, Ustadz Agam ... since three days ago?" syifa asked still in shock.
"We got married in Darussalam boarding school, why didn't my husband invite you? All the close relatives of this pesantren come, you know!" Gwen is still not satisfied with what she did to keep Syifa away. "Oh yeah, you're alone, who?" gwen asked.
Syifa explained that she should have married Agam three years ago. It makes Syifa had to be disappointed because the man who had begun to miss, apparently already has a wife.
"You got married without inviting my family? Ustadz, why didn't you invite my family?" tanya Syifa was still hoping.
"I've invited, but our family. But, both of your parents are on their way out of town" replied Agam.
"Then, why did you get married in that big boarding school? Is Ustadz Agam's wife one of the santri from there? If so, why doesn't his attitude reflect that of a santri?" Syifa was still looking for Gwen's bad break.
Gwen and Agam stared at each other. They were still silent because they were confused to answer. Syifa is increasingly bragging if she is also the daughter of a celebrity in the City, equivalent to the boarding family of Gwen.
"Ustadz, getting married is no joke. If you marry only because of my heartache who left the marriage altar three years ago it is .. This is not the way," Syifa said more and more.
"This girl's love is only a substitute!" with a two-faced look.
"Heh, what a disgusting man! Doesn't he know who I am? Fine, I'll introduce myself properly this time," muttered Gwen feeling unaccepted to be said as a substitute.
"And again, the appearance of her hair is thin, wearing soflens and also the language is very rough. Ustadz, the mother was the main madrassa for a child. If the mother is like this ... then, what about your child?" syifa still wants to mess up.
"May I ask?" continued.
"Of course, please!" syifa.
"You know his late wife Ustadz Ruchan the younger brother of Kyai Ikhsan?" ask Gwen.
Syifa nodded. "Of course I know the pedigree of the pesantren family" he replied.
"I ask again, if you do understand the pedigree of the pesantren family. What was the name of the first child of the couple Ruchan and Leah?" continued Gwen.
"Of course, the late doctor Aisyah. He pursued science to Korea and had a culinary husband, "Syifa replied rightly.
"Then, who's the doctor's son?" ask Gwen again.
"His first child was twins, then his youngest son was a man who married an overseas descendant" Syifa's answer was justified by Gwen.
"Who are the names of the children of the youngest son of Doctor Ayesha?" ask Gwen.
That time, Syifa dodged. He was upset to continue to be asked about the genealogy of the many pesantren family. "Who, answer first!" Gwen firmly.
"They have triplets. But I forgot the names of her children" replied Syifa with a ketus.
"Alright, so I'll explain who the names of the youngest son of doctor Aisyah's son are. His first child was a man, who went missing 22 years ago and had just returned named Chen Yuan Wang," Gwen explained patiently.
"The second child named, Aisyah Adelia Putri, a prospective doctor also who plans to continue his studies to Korea this year,"
"Then, the youngest twin was .. Gwen Kalina Lim, the daughter of Rebecca Anastasya Lim the wife of Yusuf Ali, daughter-in-law of Aisyah Putri Handika and also Muhammad Rizky in Australia for approximately eight years,"
"I am the youngest daughter of the pesantren. Still got questions? Is it not like I am a wife of Ustadz Agam? Then, where's my fault?"
"It is all your own fault that Mas Agam married me. You leave it at the time when the qobul ijab will begin. Three years of my husband's family bearing shame for your actions. Are you still asking why she married me?" Gwen pointed to her husband.
Syifa moved from her seat. It is still convoluted that he regretted doing so and gave an unreasonable explanation. Later, Syifa also wanted Gwen's current position.
"Hey, apparently he has no self-respect!" grumbled Gwen inwardly with a flat look.
"I'm sorry, I love my wife. I married her not with a basic hurt on you, Syifa. Rather, this has been my decision," explained Agam also did not want to be silent.
"You accepted it because he's the son of a big family, right?" Syifa is still insistent.
"Astaghfirullah hal'adzim, if you do think so. Please, in the future we should no longer see each other often," gently push Agam away.
Still not ashamed, Syifa said she wanted to come back and asked for what she should have.
"But, malesi!" grumpy Gwen.