Love Sholeha
Bolar jealousy
Sholeh left all his daydreams in the hallway of the shelves - the shelves were getting empty. Maybe he will consider Agus' advice to replenish the paint stock even if a little. He resumed his activities that were increasingly filled with the shadows of his Sholeha.
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After coming home from home her brother Sholeha confused about what to do. One hour later he went to teach, so he was still relaxing on the sofa in front of the tv. The hood is still neatly used in his head, suddenly the notification of his cellphone message reads. " I forgot to bring a phone" he said. He reached into his toad pocket.
" From Mas Sholeh, tumben" he murmured, reading a little more carefully. Sholeh smiled so wide at the tip of her cheek, feeling her sudden heartbeat intensify. Though only a message that was so rigid and simple, for some reason he was even touched to the bottom of his heart. " Feeling to be his wife hihihi" she smothered her own mouth with her hands. Let no one hear his laughter so trivial.
" Ih kok ndak in bales again, in waitin loh mas" he said on a cellphone that never lit the screen. Sholeha put her original phone. His hand turned on the almost useless television in front of Sholeha.
" It's only two days left, a long time off" complained Sholeha felt bored.
He remembered his subscription meatballs, if later in the afternoon you can go there it seems very fun. Sholeha thought about inviting who could accompany her boredom that was very, very attached. " Take Irma, but she still has to control her eating to stay healthy. Anytime then, lazy to be alone."
Spending an hour after the Dzuhur prayer, before long Sholeha prepared to go to the Aisyah ustadzah ceremony. Already since then his mother reminded from outside his room, afraid Sholeha overslept. Again he examined his appearance on the glass, just in case something was lacking. " Beautiful, ndak kumel" he praised himself, who was actually very ordinary as usual.
Maroon tunic and black skirt that combined with a wide veil touched the back of her waist, looks very graceful, Sholeha came out of her room bidding farewell to her mother who had since mumbled undeterred.
" Dandan aja sejaun, keburu disperse his studies". chirped his mother when receiving a helping hand from Sholeha.
" Ndak is Buk, it's not too late. Leha left yes, Assalamualaikum." said to Fatma.
" Yes be careful, heard well, ustadzah said what. Let's not be surprised if you get married later !"
" Yes buk, yes. Sholeha mas Sholeh is insyaAllah so the wife of sholeha really kok." he replied before pulling the motor gas. Before she heard the answer from her mother, Sholeha had darted into the streets. He himself smiled endlessly remembering that speech.
The same lane only slightly increased away from his house, he passed with a sense of excitement studded with smiles. At the roundabout of the ceremony, which was not so many worshipers, there were only five people along with sholeha most newlyweds and brides-to-be.
After greeting each other, and a little talk. Ustadzah Aisyah came and began her studies, her smile so cold as the morning dew, made Sholeha so excited from the beginning. Greetings and his welcoming words are so soothing, not stiff or too serious. His tone spoke so peacefully in the ears of the Eve who was getting thirsty for knowledge towards her happy day. Even just said the word marriage only all its worshipers have blushed embarrassed to respond to it. No exception Sholeha who also smiled until the tip of her chubby cheeks.
" Remember, marriage is worship. Not for others including what you often call the term, em unification of two loves, unification of two families, or and so on. Marriage is for worship, if only for love, who will know the contents of the next human heart, may now love him but tomorrow? of course we don't know. What else is the nature of love that is so pseudo, it may be eroded by age, or it may be eliminated by a new taste that has just been present. Therefore, marry because of worship, I think this one concept can be understood simply yes. So if there is no love at this time there is no need to feel the most suffering, the most important thing is to intend all because of worship. Then who now love each other, like this newly married mother, keep praying that the more love until the next day" Ustadzah Aisyah turned with a smile to two women called newlyweds.
They looked happy and guaranteed that good prayer. Sholeha also thumped, and of course was happy for the prayer that Ustazah Aisyah said.
The worshipers who throw each other a smile is so flowering, feel the peaceful and loving nuance. Do not know the men, women are very prepared to start everything with a smile and sweet things. Not those who are too hopeful, but they always choose to be happy from the beginning. Although the bitter fact of life has always been number one in this age.
" Ustazah, may I love my husband more than I love my father, I think loving this man I just met is too difficult, he said, not to mention the differences between the two that always spur me to compare the two, please Ustadzah explain"
" Anyway, the husband will still be hurt if compared to anyone. If you can't love him yet don't ignore him, don't compare and compare his position with your father, he's not an ordinary man you can offend. He is your husband, someone who is so high in his position in the course of our lives, understand yes, simply do not yes it should not be bad " explained Ustadzah Aisyah with so patience.
This woman beside Sholeha simply nodded, her smile slightly wry. This problem seems so real in his home life. Sholeha became a little concerned, and caused a curiosity that hit the base of his heart.
" Mom, Ma'am in a match, huh?" sholeha whispered so quietly, barely making a sound.
He just smiled, a smile mixed with bitter taste that is very easy to guess by many people. " Yes deck "in short.
Sholeha also smiled doubtfully, "It's been a long time?" In fact, there was a small talk in the middle of a long ceremony discussion of this marriage case.
Almost he fell in the waves of ghibah that is so tempting, fortunately Sholeha was aware of the question of ustazah on him.
" How can Madam Sholeha, already established with the intention of getting married because of worship, because among the closest bride-to-be when the contract is Sholeha mbak?" constant questions made Sholeha speechless. A moment later he smiled.
" God willing, Ustadzah" he answered so simply.
The half-whispering laughter began to fill the range of the ceremony, all while guaranteeing Aisha's prayer to Sholeha. Of course Sholeha is very grateful for the favors today.
The council was closed with the best prayer of all prayers, in conjunction with the beautiful sholawat soul conditioning. All the women who were so happy had left the council, with thousands of knowledge that they had just discovered, plus a heart that continued to flower enjoying the joy of God so happy. Not to miss also the bride-to-be, Sholeha who was so calm enjoyed her journey home with a smile line that did not fade from her sweet face.
" O Allah, I sincerely accept the destiny that you have laid down today, may I live for you a thousand days in the future." he said all of that quietly since his motorbike ride began to drive home.
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" Why are you here?" sholeh asked his future wife who was standing at the door of her room.
Sholeha smiled very embarrassed, did not expect to cross paths with Sholeh here, even though he himself was very careful not to be caught. Not a sneak, at least he walked quickly to the kitchen to meet Nur's mother. " Anu mas, take care of the child from the mother" while lifting the container on her tote.
" Yes, said mom again really want"
" Yeah, we're dropping off together" Sholeh led the way to the dining table.
Looking at the neat Sholeh, Sholeha kept glancing at the clock. Ah sure enough he must be preparing to leave just like he said yesterday to her. Again Sholeha saw the formal fashion and looks of Sholeh, making his heart not firm in place, it may be a flower kempis along with his heart.
Sholeha thrust the porridge at Nur's mother who had greeted her with joy. " I'm sorry to bother ya Nduk, mother has been very long but ndak sepet buy. Sholeh didn't want to go there" he said as he led Sholeha to sit on one of the chairs, joining his son.
" We have breakfast, guys. Not working today, right?" ask Bu Nur again.
Sholeha shook her head, then she smiled. I refuse but not to the heart. Sholeha simply followed the situation and tried to relax.
" Sholeh if you ask please give porridge, she replied shyly buk." mother while cursing said it casually.
Sholeh immediately took attention by putting back the spoon that almost entered his mouth, "Shame is buk, many of his girls Mr. Salam". Sholeh is often tempted by Mr. Salam to be his mant, not a few girls who sell porridge subscriptions to Nur bu has three girls who are all old enough to get married.
" Loh, you already have a wife, just answer me already want to marry" said Bu Nur so excited.
Sholeh just chuckled, "Later thought to be a lie, Mr. Salam likes not to believe" he added later.
" Yes, sometimes take Sholeha to the street, so people also know you will get married. Beliin mother porridge or fruit" looks once this one mother taught that the two are familiar before marriage, well although it seems there will be no intention of the two.
They look very good at their current position. One focus works, one focus is teaching but this choice is better.
The two people who are silent to each other without responding to the words of Nur, they even cool to enjoy breakfast. Bu Nur no longer continued his words, he also enjoyed the chicken porridge that he so longed for the taste lately.
Earlier this morning, Sholeha was hurriedly awakened by her mother, she said Nur asked for help in buying porridge Salam sir who was not far from her home. Sholeha just thought maybe her future mother-in-law was not feeling well, she was anxious and worried.
When he arrived, he realized that Nur's mother was so healthy, Sholeha also realized that her arrival was deliberately arranged to see Sholeh leave this morning. Sholeha did not overestimate her feelings, she only slightly flowered feeling the warmth this morning.
" Have you been there long?" the question just came out of Sholeha's lips that were a little long locked.
" The afternoon has come home, if there is no obstacle. " Sholeh is a bit of a steal on simple women with a typical Sholeha-style appearance. Her lips remained ripe, her face slightly shiny maybe a little greasy, Sholeh was so desperate to look at her even for a few seconds.
Sholeha felt noticed, looking down deeply was the form of shame that was so unstoppable.
" Leha thought it would be a long time, then be careful on the road yes mas, um if you don't mind telling Sholeha via a message yes" A soft voice swallowed a timid smile that was so obvious on his sweet face, making Sholeh join the smile to see the simple behavior. Why of all the random behavior, this time it looks so funny and very sweet for Sholeh, he tried hard not to laugh at him.
" Yes, don't forget to reply. Mas sometimes until the twitch wait for your message", Sholeh himself to want to hit his mouth that carried this sweet atmosphere.
" Yes, is that it?" sholeha replied in disbelief.
The awkward dining table began to feel, the two of them quietly ran out of chatter material, Ms. Nur who said from the room re-joined.
" Said seven o'clock, what time is it still cool to talk. Rahma is with you going?"
There are things that Sholeha does not know, the question of Nur's mother as if the actual information he did not get from Sholeh directly. Sholeha sighed, to prepare herself to hear an answer that might surprise her.
" Yes ma'am, he just sent me a message. Actually I don't know if he's going to town today" Sholeh replied calmly.
" Himself, or with his mother?"
" Himself Ma'am, there will be Rizal mas also later. Don't think weird". Sholeh said that very gently, his eyes glancing at the silent Sholeha did not argue in the least.
" It usually goes away on its own, too, ndak ngerepotin you. Tumben once ?" he said while looking at Sholeha who tried to smile thinly.
" Maybe you ma'am, not far from where Sholeh works, mas Rizal also know the place, yes Sholeh has gone first yes, "he said ending the small debate that Sholeha witnessed with the residence.
Sholeh greets her mother and just smiles at Sholeha who is still busy arranging her heart flipping randomly at the same time. Sholeha did not immediately return the smile, she just took her steps to watch Sholeh leave until the front door. There, Rizal is also preparing to leave.
" Mad." call leha suddenly.
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