GOD, LOVE
episode 27's

"Astagfirullah, Umi. What Umi said," Wafri said softly. Wafri tried to shrink his voice and occasionally looked back, he was worried that Yumna heard what Uminya said. But unfortunately Yumna had heard first what was conveyed by her in-laws.

Wafri came out of the room and closed the door.

"Why is Umi talking like that? what's wrong with Umi?"

"As we know, if Yumna can't give you a descendant"

"Enough!" said Wafri a little firm but still within polite limits. "Yumna is fine, if at this time we have not been given the offspring because it is not sustenance. Umi can't be like this, our wedding is still new Umi. It is only a few months and the matter of the child is only a matter of time and sustenance from Allah, if Allah had desired us to have offspring then it would have happened."

"But the chances are small, if you are married to Ustadzah Jamilah you can have children or after you have children from Ustadzah Jamilah you can divorce him and your children grow up together."

"Allahu akbar, Astaghfirullahaladzim. Wafri shook his head, he did not understand why his mother behaved like this. "Umi, that's enough! Wafri doesn't want to hear anything anymore." Wafri said firmly after that he went into the room leaving Umi Hana alone.

When he arrived at the room he did not see Yumna, he heard the sound of water in the bathroom. Wafri breathed in relief, thinking that Yumna might not have heard what her mother was talking about.

In the bathroom, Yumna washed her face many times. But her tears could not be dammed, whatever the problem Maybe she was strong to face it but if it was about the child and who said was her in-laws, even her in-laws firmly told her husband to marry someone else, yumna's heart was heartbroken.

'Tok .. tok .. tok'

The sound of knocking on the bathroom door was heard.

"Darling, you're inside why so long? are you okay, Dek?"

"I-Yes, Mas. In a moment," Yumna replied nervously, she again washed her face and dried with a towel.

After that, he came out of the bathroom. Wafri noticed a change in Yumna's face.

"What's wrong with you, honey? you you're you're crying?" tanya Wafri held onto both of Yumna's shoulders and watched her face.

"Oh no, Mas. I was washing my face with soap, accidentally the soap hit my eyes and felt sore. So I washed it so many times that it looked like this."

Wafri frowned.

"Oh .. like that, yeah be careful next time huh, honey. What if we go out now, I'm saying that the wedding is about to start."

Yumna nodded her head slowly. When Wafri and Yumna approached the place where the marriage contract was held in the family living room, there were already gathered people who would watch the wedding of Wafri and also Ustadzah Jamilah.

Yumna could see the presence of Mr. RW, community representatives, other community leaders as well as some Ustad and Ustadzah from Pondok Pesantren. Yumna could also see Ustadzah Jamilah sitting right next to the other Ustadzahs, she used a simple large robe and hijab, her face polished thin with a make-up look Graceful, but Yumna doesn't care about any of that. Right now, he was just hoping that this marriage would really not happen.

Yumna sat next to her mother, Mother Laila smiled at her and held her hand.

"God willing, everything will be fine" said Mother Laila.

Yuna smiled and nodded her head. Wafri then sat in the place that was provided. Wafri cross-legged and in front of him there is a small table that is only covered by a prayer mat, right across the table there is a ruler as a judge for Jamilah because the ustadzah Jamilah said his father was not able to attend, thus allowing her to use the judge as guardian in her marriage.

Wafri turned to Kiai Malik and also Kiai Asy'ari. They both nodded their heads.

"Already, Sir. Please start," said Wafri.

Penghulu also shook hands with Wafri.

"Brother Muhammad Wafri Alfarizqi I marry and I desire you de-"

"Stop!!!!"

A scream came from the entrance. The marriage licensee did not continue his sentence and released his hand on Wafri. All the eyes in the room turned towards the entrance.

Three men and one woman entered the room. Yumna researched one by one only one person she knew, a courier who used to work in her husband's shop. The other three Yumna did not recognize him.

Let's see that the person's presence is shocked and agitated. Many times he squeezed his hands and lowered his head. The people who entered the room stopped right near Wafri and also the penghulu.

A middle-aged man spoke.

"I did not allow this marriage to take place, and my son has never spoken to me or asked me for permission as his parents."

People were whispering asking who the man was? is it true that he is Jamilah's old man?

"Dad, what did you say? please don't interfere with my business, father."

"Stop! Jamilah it. It's enough what you're doing is wrong, son," said Kosim, who is none other than Jamilah's father, "to Ustad Wafri, Kiai Malik and everyone in attendance, I am Kosim Jamilah's biological father, this marriage cannot continue because I do not approve of it."

"But, Mr. Kosim this wedding must be done because Ustad Wafri has harassed your daughter.

Mr. Kosim just shook his head to hear the words of Mr. RW. I can't guarantee that it was a lie Jamilah looked so angry and tried to hold back his anger, to keep his image in front of Wafri.

"I think there is a misunderstanding here, let this young man explain," said Mr. Kosim while pointing at a man who was beside him.

The man Yumna knew as a courier in her husband's shop, the thin and tall man looked nervous, he lowered his gaze.

"Speak! What do you want to say" said Kyai Malik.

The man sighed and then spoke.

"I'm Gozali, I work as a courier at the Ustad Wafri store. 5 days ago when I delivered the package of Ustadzah Jamilah order to his house, he invited me in and spoke. Ustadzah Jamilah offered me a job and lured me some money. He knew that I was in desperate need of money for my daughter's operation."

"I asked what kind of work should I do? did he say not to work yesterday? because I thought the job was easy, I accepted it. But, yesterday afternoon he called me and told me to provoke the people by telling the people that Ustad Wafri had done indecent to Ustadzah Jamilah and told me to spread the photos to some residents. At first I did not want to but he said if he did not want to help him, then the money he had transferred asked to be returned. I can't possibly return it because I used the money for my daughter's surgery."