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Patience Husband A Ustadz eps. 01

Not accepting the reality

"Qobiltu nikahaha wa tazwijaha bil mahril madzkur haalan"

The excited words on Almaira's head every day, made her feel insane in the face of reality. For three days he had confined himself to his room since leaving his childhood home. Trying to think of wanting to return to his parents' house, but the party of his own parents did not allow himself to come back. For them, if a daughter is married, she must live with her husband. The law was strongly held by the Almaira family, regardless of the circumstances.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The sound of knocking on the door sounded slow but sure and not loud. Who else if not ustadz Faizar who always knocked on the door of the wife's room.

"Maira, can you open the door. I'm sorry if it hurt you, I didn't know you had another man." Ustadz Faizar spoke softly while being accompanied by a knock on the door.

Almaira who heard that felt even more annoyed, very upset. If only forgiving would be able to fix things and return to how they were? It will not happen and it is impossible to happen. Almaira continued to weep embracing her knees on the bed still studded with roses that were deliberately decorated for their first night. However, it was just a mere decoration, in fact the bed was not messy at all like that used by husband and wife, but still the same as the beginning they came to the house.

"Maira, I'll do whatever you want. Just get out of the room and eat so you don't get sick." Persuade ustadz Faizar who looks at the door of the room with a blank look.

"If I go out, does mas ustadz want to divorce me? That's my wish" said Maira from the inside.

Maira's voice that sounded vibrating, making ustadz Faizar sip his saliva very heavy hearing the desire of the wife. A divorce? It was not as easy as what was said as his short sentence. Moreover, ustadz Faizar knows in Islamic law, divorce is strictly prohibited in religion. Because, that's where the gap of Satan's success in separating two people who are destined to be together.

"Maira .. The divorce was forbidden in-"

"justified? That's not gonna happen! I'm not going out!" Annoyed Maira with her crying and her eyes that look puffy.

Ustadz Faizar sighed heavily, ustadz Faizar was very confused as to how to persuade his wife to come out of her room and eat, at least a little. Because, Ustadz Faizar was also worried about the condition of Almaira who continued to confine himself in the room.

"Maira, if your request can get you out of the room, I'm sorry I haven't been able to grant it. I will not force you either. I want to teach first. I hope you go out and eat a little, but on the table there is food for you. Assalamualaikum." Pamit ustadz Faizar's.

Dismissed, that desire will never materialize. Almaira could only cry over the reality that she somehow had to accept this fate. After a few minutes, Almaira called someone.

"Hello, Raihan? Get me, please."

"Maira's? Where are you, I'll be there now." Said someone over there.

"Me, in the house of ustadz Faizar. Take me away, Han. I don't want to be with him, I want to be with you."

"Sharelock now and I'll be there. You, don't be afraid of Maira" Raihan said. After getting the location sent by Almaira, she rushed into her car and drove to her boyfriend's husband's house.

Almaira rushed to put her clothes back in the suitcase, which she had put in the closet when she first came to the house. Wiping her tears, mirroring and tidying her hair were also her slightly disheveled clothes. Once tidy he brought his suitcase and slowly opened the door of his room. Poking his head around to see if Ustadz Faizar had really left the house? Closing the door to his room and walking towards the middle room and it turns out that Ustadz Faizar is no longer home. Perhaps, this was a chance for her to run away with Raihan, before her husband came back.

Seeing the big picture of her wedding picture and ustadz Faizar clearly plastered in the living room made Almaira turned away her face was not right. While waiting for Raihan to come to pick her up, Almaira went to the kitchen to see what food her husband had prepared.

"Fried rice? Here's my favorite,"

Almaira tasted the food on the table. Eating the first treat and it tasted good, Almaira sat down on the chair and finished the meal that her husband served.

"Not bad, but not too good!" Almaira seemed not to admit the good taste in her husband's cooking, her words opposite to her mouth that greedily enjoyed the food.

Recalling what his purpose was to exit the room, Almaira rushed to leave her food and went to the main room peering at the glass window towards the courtyard, awaiting Raihan's arrival.

A few minutes later, a car stopped in the yard and a bell rang. When Almaira was about to open the door, it could not be opened alias locked.

"Maira's? Open the door," asked Raihan from the outside.

"Diehan! The door can't be opened. Looks like it's locked from the outside, how?" Almaira became upset that the door was locked. He stomped - stomped his feet.

"This must be ustadz Faizar who locked the door, Han. Because he just left home to teach." Clearly Almaira spoke through the glass window, which Raihan did not hear so clearly. However, it can still be heard by attaching his ear to the glass window.

"Try looking in that drawer, Maira." Appoint Raihan in the drawer of the closet near the guest room.

Almaira immediately looked in the drawers in the closet. But as a result there was not a single key in the drawer. He shook his head towards Raihan, with no intention.

Raihan who was outside tried to break down the door with his body, but still could not. He rubbed his face rough while thinking how to get Almaira out of the house.

After thinking for a moment, Raihan asked Almaira to break the window using the vase on the living room table. Almaira complies with what Raihan asks. He quickly picked up the vase and returned to the front of the glass window, setting a distance to throw the vase into the glass window.

"1 ... 2 ..., "Raihan raised his finger counting for Almaira who was preparing to break her glass window. And he's a little away from the window.

Just as Almaira was about to throw in the count of three, suddenly a door opened from the guest room. And sure enough, it turns out that what came out was ustadz Faizar who still uses his long robe and looks like his face is still wet because of ablution water, which seems to have just finished praying dhuha.

"Astagfirullahaladziiiim," ustadz Faizar took a long stand when he saw Almaira who wanted to break the window, but stopped when he saw himself coming out of the guest room...