When My Wife Is No Longer Spoiled
Feeling Slapped
The atmosphere in the mosque is very adem ayem. Siska's heart felt cool and peaceful. Somehow there was a sense of haru making Siska shed her tears. He had not been to the mosque for a long time. The woman was too busy chasing the world and gathering with her socialite friends.
"This seems to be how it feels, Reihan. That's why he likes the mosque" murmured Siska softly.
His hands were held tightly by Fatimah. The mosque committee told the entire congregation to immediately take their seats, because the event was almost started.
The theme of this study is HAPPY WITH GOD.
Siska heard it carefully, occasionally smiling as the ustadzah joked meaningfully.
"Now, keep me busy. Remember, Buk. Don't be happy because you have a pinter child, don't be happy to have a handsome husband, don't be happy because you have a good career. Don't be happy, because you have good in-laws! But, happy because we are alone. Happy, because God still gives us the breath to live to this day! Happy because we have God to complain to."
"Why did I say that? Because, if we put our happiness on living beings. Be it a child or a husband, in-laws or a power! Someday we will part with them, automatically our happiness is also cut off at that time."
"Have a handsome husband if it is not taken by God is taken, Buk. No, what did I say?" ask ustadzah to the female congregation to make everyone laugh and justify it.
Siska laughed too.
"Yes, Ustadzah!" answered the women in a loud voice.
"Wow, it seems like there are many victims of their own peace here," joked ustadzah made all worshippers laugh, Suska was no exception.
It turns out that attending a lecture at the mosque is not as bad as he thought. The heart of Siska adem sentosa. He gained a positive aura when he entered the mosque.
"It's okay if the husband is taken, surely God has prepared the best replacement for Ibuk-bus. Oh there can be no substitute in the world, in the hereafter God will be able."
"Aamiin," reply to the congregation.
"Remember 3 messages from the angel Gabriel. First, live as you please, for you will die. Second, love whom you like, for you will part with him. Third, do as you please, for you will be rewarded for it."
"We must not love anyone more than our love for God, Buk. Can't! Please love your husband, but remember! Do not exceed the love of God. Ever heard of Laila Majnun, Buk?" ask the ustadzah seriously.
"Ever," answered the congregation.
"Why is it called Majnun? Because this young man is crazy. She's crazy, for loving Laila too much. Laila is married, Majnun chose single. Because of his love for Laila, the dust in Laila's sandals is more valuable than the world and its contents for the Majnun."
"Eat him, we should be often Istighfar, Buk. Draw near to Allah so as not to go mad like Majnun. Be assured, flowers are not a flower, bees are not a bee. Missing one grows a thousand, there are still many other men who are better than the ex-husband Ibuk-busy, there are still many other men who are better than the husband Momuk who usually cheat!" said the ustadzah.
Siska felt slapped hearing the study today. As if God knew what he was worrying about, he pondered what the ustadzah had explained.
True, the story is almost similar to Laila Majnun.
"Laila is luckier than me, because she's loved. Not like me being Majnun, almost crazy for loving my own husband too much! batin Siska smiled bitterly.
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The study is done. Siska is wearing her slippers. He met many of his neighbors there. From not knowing to being familiar, it turns out that it feels like being friends with your own neighbors is not bad.
"Thursday ahead comes again yes, Buk Siska," said Santi neighbor Siska also. His house was right next to his. However, Siska herself did not know that. Today they get acquainted.
"God willing, Buk. I will come here again" replied Siska kindly.
Ekhm.
The male deheman's voice was heard making Siska and her friends turn their attention towards the man. Siska's eyes were surprised not to play to see her husband's presence there.
"Mas, why are you here? Not work?" siska asked in a surprised tone.
"No, let's go home!" haikal's reply flatly stretched out his hand to grab Siska.
The woman smiled brightly, but she realized that there was a Fatimah beside her.
"But I came with Buk Fatimah" said Siska slowly.
"It's okay, I've also been picked up by my husband, Buk. I'm going home!" fatimah's relaxed reply made Sidka smile a little.
She nodded and held her husband's hand.
"We go home first, Buk."
Siska hugged her husband's hand tightly. He looked to the side, the husband looked very handsome in Koko's clothes. It seems he is also studying.
"You left first," replied Haikal flatly. Though his heart was pounding hard, because stunned to see the beauty of his wife.
Lots of handsome men's eyes looked at Siska with eyes full of admiration.
Haikal clenched his hands tightly.
"Let me taste like their eyes" the man murmured inwardly.
"Mas Haikal," someone called to make Siska and Haikal immediately turned to look at the person.
The man was surprised instead of playing to see the person who was none other than a middle-aged man.
"This is the first wife, Mas Haikal huh? Wow beautiful once ... prettier than Lai–"
"Sorry, you're wrong people!" haikal's flat reply instantly pulled his wife into the car.
Siska is like a dazed person. He was silent not knowing how. His mind was stung by electricity.
Ngeblank.
It didn't take long, just 3 minutes from the mosque to their home. Haikal got off the car followed by Siska from behind.
"Mas, what did the guy mean? First wife? What does that mean?" siska asked with a trembling voice holding back the anger.
Haikal ignored, he walked towards the kitchen and poured drinks. He sipped a glass of water to the toilet.
"Mas, answer me?! What does that guy mean?" siska asked with a raised voice. Raunching Haikal's hand rough for the man to look at him.
"I don't know the man" Haikal replied flatly and walked up the stairs trying to avoid Siska's question.
"What is unknown? He knows your name, Mas. It means he knows you!" siska shouted furiously blocking her husband's hand tightly.
They are both on the second floor. Haikal clenched his hands tightly.
"I don't know who he is! Maybe he was wrong?!" haikal's jolt with a high tone made Siska fed up.
"Okay if you don't know who he is! Now I ask you, who is Laila? Hemm who?! Answer, Mas. Who?!" siska shouted while hitting Haikal on the back, because the man would not look at her.
His eyes had turned red and his tears had already dripped, indicating that he was in a great rage.
"Who is Laila that doesn't matter?! He's a nobody!" haikal replied with a firm tone looking back. His eyes widened when he saw the wife sitting on the fence.
"If it doesn't matter why you mentioned her name when you were having sex with me, huh?! Answer, Mas. Answer it honestly! Otherwise I'll jump now?!" mencam Siska tightly grasps the iron fence of the 2nd floor.
He was getting ready to jump from there. Haikal gulped his saliva roughly. His hands shook at his wife's behavior.
There was the sound of the roar of the car engine owned by Reihan's personal driver. Their son has come home.
"Siska, don't fuck around! Reihan's home, it's not good for him to see us fighting, okay! He would also be worried if he saw you sitting there," Haikal persuaded Siska to shake his head quickly.
"You answered my question about who Laila was, and I got off! Otherwise, you and Reihan will see me plunge down!" threatening Siska with a vibrating sound makes Haikal like eating simalakama fruit.
The sound of Reihan's footprints running from the car garage into the house was heard making Haikal panic.
"Okay, I'll make it clear who Laila is! Now you go down" Haikal said, making Siska go straight down from there and the man immediately pulled Siska into his arms.
"Mom, Papa. Brother's home!" scream Reihan galloped into the house.
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The novel is a genre of mystery and plot twist. So, it is natural that there is still a lot that has not been explained hehe.
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