Loving Husband Interlude
55. Displacements

Azam abandoned his intention to shake hands with Najwa and Arshil. He returned to his car, sitting in front of his wheel. His breathing was a little firmer irregularly as it held back the resentment in his heart.

He finally runs a car engine and leaves the home yard of his brother and Umi Najwa. He was really upset and jealous to think that Najwa was so affectionate and so considerate of Arsyil.

"Are they really in love? Why is it so fast that their love comes?" said Azam.

The car was going a little faster, no matter where it went. What is clear is that his mind is in turmoil, feeling betrayed by the friend he helped.

"I've helped you, Arsyil. And you're the one I introduced to Najwa, but why do you look loved by Najwa on my appeal" Azam said again.

An hour his car kept circling the city streets without a clear direction. He finally saw a cafe, he stopped his car in the parking area of a fairly large cafe.

Cafe yabg is quite crowded and the place is also quite luxurious. Cafe and restaurant, Azam entered the cafe. There is live music as well, she is looking to sit in a comfortable chair and away from the crowds of visitors.

His phone rang, he ignored it. But his phone kept ringing, he took it and it was from his house. Mala, call.

Azam glanced lazily, the ringing of the phone was ignored. He called the waiter and ordered a drink.

"What do you want to order, sir?" ask waiter.

"A cup of coffee late."

"Is there anything else?" asked the waiter again glanced at Azam's phone which kept ringing.

"That's enough."

"Okay sir, sorry that's the phone's sounding on."

"Leave it, it doesn't matter. Hurry up, don't wear it for long" Azam said.

"Good sir."

The waiter left, his phone made silent. Very lazy he answered the phone from Mala, he wanted to calm down in the cafe without any interference from his wife who lately always demanded him go home sooner. Or even ask to take him to see a doctor.

Meanwhile, in the pesantren foundation. The reception of Arsyil and Najwa has begun to recede the invitees present. Only a few distant relatives were still there.

Arsyil looked anxious to see his wife was exhausted from standing long enough to greet the invitees. It turns out that many also came, they wondered who Najwa's husband was after he became a widow.

Or who was the wife of Arsyil, who turned out to be a beautiful widow and a sholehah. Very lucky both in the encounter and now together in the pelaminan, many are envious of them. But not a few who are happy because Najwa is married again, even pregnant as well.

"Away from the deck?" ask Arsyil.

"Yes bang, it was a long time ago. No stopping the invitations for a shake." replied Najwa holding his leg.

Arsyil crouched down in front of Najwa and spied his feet. She felt sorry for the exhausted Najwa, and she was pregnant.

"We're just going home, aren't we?" arsyil said.

"Yes bang, but must wear a rickshaw. It's not possible to use a motorbike or walk" Najwa said.

"Yes, then ask santri to tell me to call a rickshaw."

They were still chatting with Arsyil's position still massaging Najwa's legs. Many students who were there saw the romantic scene.

"Waah, how nice of her husband Ustadzah Najwa to massage her legs. It must be a pity that it is the same ustadzah" said one of the students who saw the scene.

"Yes, when do you have a husband like an ustadzah husband. I'm handsome, good and dear wife too." said the other.

"Hemm study diligently first, do not forget to pray so that the husband will be able to kayak Pak Arsyil" said the other friend.

"Oh yeah, we're good to see a good view again. You're just bothering me."

Arsyil helps Najwa stand up, they get out of the cottage. There the rickshaw was waiting for Najwa and Arsyil.

"Antar to my house sir" said Arsyil.

"Yeah" replied the rickshawman.

Najwa smiles at her husband called ustadz. Arsyil riding a motorbike that is ready by Santri. The event is over, umi and abah are still inside the foundation of the cottage. So Najwa and Arsyil went home first.

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One week after Arsyil and Najwa's wedding reception, the two prepare to return to Arsyil's father's house.

"Are you not tired?" ask umi Dila.

"It's been enough rest, it's been a week. My brother's house must have been dust because it wasn't cleaned." replied Najwa.

"Is your husband going back to the printing press again?" ask me again.

"Yes umi, every day also go to the printing press. He said there were more orders, so they could not be left for long" Najwa said.

He tidied up all his clothes, as well as his personal belongings. Arsyil will bring home his printing office car to transport Najwa's belongings.

"Oh yes, the kitchen furniture that you used to buy in the rented house. Are they not taken?" ask umi Dila.

"In the Umi, later all of you stop by the rented house and take the kitchen furniture and mattresses as well" said Najwa.

"But it's a little far away."

"Yes nothing, neither does my brother. After all, the father's house is empty, rather than contracting the father's house in the residence. I'll take care of my dad's garden sometimes, too."

"So your late father-in-law had a garden too?" ask umi Dila.

"Yes umi, just not big. Maybe only twelve meters by five meters anyway, the garden was busy in leisure time. Soon want to harvest mustard and chives, quite good for additional shopping money. Or I'll have a forty-day paternity ceremony next week" Najwa said.

"Yes, that's better. It's up to you, but you have to take care of your health. Your content has only entered three months."

"Yes, so later on tell people to make the harvest vegetable" said Najwa again.

He finished packing his clothes and stuff was put in the cardboard. Arsyil went into his wife's room, he saw three boxes that had to be carried in his car.

"That's all adek's property?" ask Arsyil.

"Yes bang, mostly huh?" ask Najwa.

"No, I thought there were ten boxes" said Arsyil.

"Ish, adek never buy things that are not useful bang. All that adek buy it is used all, no one is idle or stored. It is not good to also buy items that only like to see it but are not used. It's mubadzir, bang." said Najwa.

"Yes, aja adek have savings that are not used. Yes, you brought it in the car. We will go directly to the rented house to get furniture" said Arsyil.

"Yes bang."

Arsyil took a medium-sized cardboard both. The only large cardboard box that will be taken after storing two boxes in the car.

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