
"Why is Yumna still unconscious, Mother? should we just take him to the hospital?" ask Wafri.
"We'll wait a minute, son. If if you are still unconscious we should take it to the hospital," replied Mother Laila.
Wafri continued to hold Yumna's hand and rubbed her. He repeatedly gave wind oil to Yumna's nose. Not long after Yumna realized, she touched her head which felt heavy.
"Alhamdulillah .. You finally realized, dear?"
Mother Laila and Umi Hana who were in the room were also grateful to see Yumna who was aware.
"I why. Mas?"
"You fainted, I'm worried. Baby. now what do you feel?"
Yumna also tried to remember what happened to him, he remembered that last time he felt dizzy and weak on the body he also remembered, he also remembered, if there was a furore with the citizens who protested and asked Wafri to marry Jamilah.
"I'm okay, Mom. What about that incident? before I fainted I heard that the citizens asked Mas to marry Ustadzah Jamilah."
Wafri glanced at Umi Hana and Bunda Laila then he sighed.
"Yes, it's true. But since you passed out, you immediately took you to your room and the citizens were temporarily disbanded by your father."
"Now don't you have to think about that, son. You better think about your health first," said Mother Laila.
"Yes, Mother. Yumna is okay, sorry if it makes Mother and the others worried."
"Yes, you have now rested, Umi also wants to meet Abi outside first" said Umi Hana.
"Mother also come out first, mother will get you food or drink."
"Thank you, Mother," said Yumna and Wafri together.
Now Wafri and Yumna are both in the room.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" tanya who saw her husband's gaze was so Intense towards her.
"I'm sorry that this incident made you this way. This must be all because of me."
Yumna shook her head, then she tried to get up from sleep and was quickly helped by the wafri.
"I want to lean, Mas. My back hurts when I'm carried around."
Wafri helps Yumna to lean on the head of the bed.
"Mas doesn't need to talk like that, I've repeatedly said that this is not a mistake, Mas. Didn't Mas already say that Mas wasn't the culprit, I believe that. So why would you apologize to me."
"Thank you, dear."
"So what's your next plan? is it true that Mas will marry Ustadzah Jamilah?" yumna asked softly and lowered her head.
Wafri smiled and got excited about the idea of wanting to prank his little wife.
"Having two wives seems interesting."
Yumna spontaneously raised her head and glared at Wafri.
"You're becoming more adorable that way, Dek."
"What the hell, Mas? It's not funny to know, what did you say? Got two attractive wives? interesting to me, but not interesting to me. If Mas wants to marry Ustazah Jamilah, then I will step down!"
"That means you don't agree with polygamy?"
Yumna narrowed her eyes staring at Wafri.
"What do you mean? Am I now asking permission to make polygamy?"
"Yes ... Don't you agree that you're polygamous?"
"Mas wants to marry again, please! but I don't want to be cheated. So if Mas wants to get married again let go and leave me." Yumna answered with her chest closed and threw her eyes aside.
Wafri smiled at Yumna's words. "If you don't want to leave, but you want both?"
"that is his name greedy and selfish" replied Yumna Ketus and pouted.
"Just think to yourself!" still in its dark mode.
"Polygamy is allowed, Dek?"
"Yumna knows too, Mas. Polygamy was allowed, and Yumna did not oppose her Sharia. It's just that the sharia is not an obligation that must be done let alone also must be accepted by the legal wife before. For people who want polygamy please while being fair, do you know what Fair means here?are you sure you can be fair?" ask Yumna.
"can't try, Dek. I don't know if it's fair. Try it first, right?"
'Plaaaaac....'
Yumna hit her husband's arm.
"So I mean, the second marriage is just for trial and error?"
Again Wafri laughed out loud.
"You're serious, honey. One is not finished, how do I want to add it to two. Mas do not want ah so rake let alone greedy as you say," said Wafri raised his eyebrows and immediately brought Yumna into his arms.
Yumna smiled with relief in the arms of Wafri.
"Mas, Yumna was seriously the same first question Yumna had. So, how's the problem going?"
"You take it easy, you don't have to think about anything because everything is taken care of with the help of father and abi."
Yumna lifted her head and looked at her husband who was taller than her. Wafri kissed his little wife's nose. Yumna's cheeks met red got a kiss from her husband.
"You are like this again, with red cheeks that make Mas so .. want," said Wafri whispered the last word in Yumna's ear.
'Plaaaakkk ....'
Yumna patted her husband's arm. The time goes so fast and at this time the clock has shown at 20:00 WIB. Yumna and the rest of the family just finished having dinner together.
When cool to tell the story, mbok Narti approached them.
"Sorry, Mother. In front is Mr. RW and some people who want to meet Mr. Kiai," said mbok Narti politely while bowing a little.
"Oh yes, Mbok. Thank ye. We'll meet them."
"Good, Mother. I'll go back first."
"Please, Mbok," said Mother Laila
"Then, let's meet Mr. RW and the others" said Kiai Malik.
They nodded their heads too.
"Darling, you just take it to the room? you better rest, because you're not so healthy right now."
Yumna shook her head. "no, Mas. Yumna wants to hear what RW sir is going to talk about."
"You sure?"
"Yes sure, Mommy."
Wafri also grasped Yumna's hand and took her after their family who had met RW first.
"Good night, Mr. RW and the other gentlemen, Come on Monggo sit down first" said Kiai Malik.
"Thank you, Kiai."
They also sit on some benches that have been provided.
"So what, Mr Kiai? residents are so agitated and demand clarity on this issue. If Ustad wafri is not immediately responsible then this matter will be brought to the legal path." Mr. RW said to Kiai Malik.
Kyai Malik and the others remained calm, not with Yumna who was agitated and directly looked at Wafri.
"Of course Ustad Wafri will be responsible for this."
"I mean, Mr Kyai? Ustad Wafri ready to marry Ustadzah Jamilah?" asked Mr. RW to confirm the purpose of Kiai Malik's speech.