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81_Marriage Advice

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"Diana?"

Grand called her youngest daughter. More than three times. However, it also does not get any authorization. The middle-aged man shook his head while reading an invitation in hand.

From the kitchen, Agung moves to Aisyah's room. Maybe Diana fell asleep in her sister's room. Open the teak door slowly. Afraid that Zahra was sleeping, the middle-aged man thought. Again, neither Diana nor Zahra–.

"Where, yeah, is that kid this afternoon?" he muttered as he walked to the terrace of the house.

"Rara is beautiful, Rara pinter .. baby girl, this is ...." The sound coming from the side of the house made Agung turn his head.

"Father search, Di. From where?" asked when Diana was in front of him while giving Zahra.

"From the house next door, sir. Zahra was a little riweh maemnya. Trus I play with. Why, Sir?"

"It's nothing. It's the afternoon you come, yeah, Di!" Agung gave Diana a piece of invitation, "let Zahra, same father," he continued.

Diana grimaced with a lazy face. "Let's go, Ma'am Ayesha, yes, sir. Later, right, Ma'am Aisyah came home in the afternoon. Still hustling to make it to the invitation."

"Pity Your Mother, Di. Tired of coming home from work."

It was nothing, Diana was lazy to the invitation. Usually if you meet relatives, surely singles seem to get the sacred question "when to get married" from relatives who have just met him.

"Please calm down, sir. Zahra's mother would, anyway. Yes, Rara, yes," he said putting on a bright face while pinching the pinched cheek of the puffed up Zahra.

At the same time, Aisyah who just came down from the ojek was greeted cheerfully by Diana who had been holding Zahra.

"Hoyyyee, you've come" cried Diana as she raised Zahra's hands.

Meanwhile, Aisyah who walked closer, immediately lost her fatigue after a day of work once she found the child welcomed her arrival.

Aisyah took the time to wash her hands in a faucet near a small garden. While Diana's voice had changed Zahra's voice more and more chattering.

Aisha welcomed Zahra's raised hand to reach her.

"Mother's child, already fragrant, beautiful," he said as he continued to kiss Zahra's face.

"Thank you first the same ounty Diana," continued Aisyah as she turned to Diana who did not stop commenting on the smile.

"Sama-sama," said Diana cheerfully. His eyes alternately showed Aisyah's tired face.  His intention was to tell about the invitation of relatives earlier he paused.

"Why, Di? Like there's something?" guess Aisyah saw Diana's face turn sad.

"Ehm .. Look, Ma'am. I have an invitation from relatives. It told me, but it was really bad for me. Yes ... There are, the reason. E... Would you like to, Ma'am Aish who left?" he was complete with an unpleasant expression.

"Oalahhh .. that's it."

Diana nodded.

"Yes, wes, if so. Ma'am wants a shower. This is Zahranya nitip again."

"Are you really not taking nicotine, Mommy?" diana asked as she received Zahra with a sparkling face. "Not good is actually the same as you, Ma'am. Just got home from work, uh, I'm back to take care of you."

"Yeah. You are rich, just like anyone. I've had a lot of your nicotine, too, Di. Help each other like this, we, yes. Always get along."

"Yes. Thanks, yeah, Mommy."

Inwardly, Aisyah felt more troublesome to her sister. If it was just sharing tasks like this, it wouldn't matter to him.

Rosewood-colored gamis made from cigars that wrap Aisyah's body. She intentionally wears a hijab. Because Agung has reminded if this is still Midodareni day, one of the events of wedding customs in Central Java. Usually there will be a study event in advance, before tomorrow on the day—H.

By using an ojek, Aisyah left for the invitation of relatives far enough away.

The main house is enclosed with a rented house set up along the courtyard. White and golden yellow curtains cover the event venue. There was one main door open. Complete with arched yellow janur decoration as well as simple decorations on the left and right sides of the entrance.

The music that usually accompanies the energetic welcome of guests, is now replaced with sholawatan strains that come from within.

Aisyah entered and was immediately greeted by relatives who had sat neatly lined up. He shook hands with some relatives and sat among the mothers who were mostly present at the event.

"Where is Diana's father, Ayesha? How come, don't you come?" ask relatives who are veiled in wide sage color as a host.

"This Ayesha represents the father, Bude. Diana's father is looking after Zahra. So Aisha's leaving."

"Oh, where's your husband? Why not come in?" ask other relatives while shirking. Intentionally getting into the conversation. Usually if the wife to the condangan, there is a husband who delivers, right? How thought.

"Suami .. again work, ma'am," replied Aisyah a little nervously. There's no way he's saying he's at a distance, is he?

"Yes, come on please! Sit as comfortable as you."

Aisyah nodded while commenting on the smile. Greet the invitations around him.

Meanwhile, in front there is an ustad who gives a lot of tausiyah to the bride in particular. And to those who are there too.

Aisyah comes late in a relaxed atmosphere, but full of meaning. Occasionally jokes are slipped between the pieces of advice. From every word that is said, so much marriage advice. There are also many examples of behavior that should be done as a married couple.

"... Among the virtues of an obedient wife to a husband is to be guaranteed to enter heaven. This shows the great obligation of the wife to the husband is to obey his orders. “Whichever woman dies then her husband is happy with her, then she will enter heaven.” this is inside (HR. Tirmidhi no. 1161 and Ibn Majah. 1854.

"Well that's my sunnah. Who does not practice my circumcision, not part of me. Get married, because I feel proud of the large number of you in front of all the people.” Excerpted from (HR. Ibn Majah 1919 and al-Albani)."

Listening to the advice, Aisyah suddenly remembered Diana who should have been married. He felt very guilty, had taken his brother time to take care of his son. The task he was supposed to carry with Bayu was to take care of Zahra.

But what about the house at the end of the road? From the treatment of Bayu who seemed to have no attention at all. Then the proximity of Bayu with Indar following all the attention of the husband that exceeds the limit. Making wounds after wounds that Bayu toreh like making it powerless to hold the ark of his household.

Aisha of ordinary man. Who can get sick and hurt. Fragile if the figure he expected was not as he expected. She is not as strong as Siti Sarah who is even willing to share her husband with Siti Hajar because of something. Nor was Khadijah able to sacrifice for the Apostle with his wealth. She is a woman of the end times who is full of flaws. It cannot be compared to the great women of old.

Unknowingly Aisyah shed her tears. Luckily those present were not so focused on him. Not infrequently not only himself who often remove the clear hair that falls from the corner of his eye.

"... man is the wrong place. There's a quiet husband, there's a chatty wife. Vice versa. Another small example, his wife likes to forget to put the goods where. Well, there was a husband, who brightened his memory. The task of the husband here is .. complete. Vice versa.

"It is not forever that we who feel right, will continue to be right. Sometimes we feel right only from our thoughts.

"Return to human nature, where it is wrong. Our job is to forgive each other. So too in the household. If any one of us does not fit in his way, then our job is to remind instead of stay away from him.

"... Divorce is not forbidden in Islam, but Allah hates divorce.

"Divorce is the last resort when there is a problem and when all the ways have been done to maintain the household, but still no change.

"Then, for those who want to be the wives of people starting tomorrow." The Ustadz looked at the bride-to-be for a moment and again threw a glance at the whole invitation, "avoid that one word by strengthening ourselves, our faith, and fear of Allah SWT.

"Wife is clothing for the husband. Vice versa. That is, whatever the wife will do out there then she must be able to keep herself from slander. One more thing, keeping each other in disgrace is a household obligation."

A series of tausyiah sentences from the ustadz were recorded on Ayesha's head. Unknowingly, Aisyah again felt overwhelmed by the advice she had just heard. From his heart, he intends to mend his relationship with Bayu.

Forgive. Yes, that's what he'll do to repair his almost shipwrecked household ship.

Bayu's increasingly thin face, making him overcome with pity. He realized that he had long since left her alone. She did not take good care of Bayu's needs, even though she was still a wife.

Again and again, Aisyah was moved by his heart. It scooped up a lot of air. In order for the tightness that afflicted him to begin to fade. "I'm sorry, Mas. Sorry, because Aisyah lately just a lot of neglecting the duty as a wife," her mind while wiping tears in the corner of her eyes.

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...To be continued...

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