When Love Is Afflicting
Proposing

"Ma, can't brothers have the same husband?" ask Annisa ngasal.

Aqeela, Ustadz Bilal and Umi Hani who heard her question, simultaneously frowned and turned to Annisa who closed her eyes on Aqeela's lap.

"No" replied Ustadz Bilal." And the law is haram."

Annisa opened her eyes and immediately turned her head towards Ustadz Bilal who was sitting on a sofa with Umi Hani.

"In the Qur'an Surah Annisa verse 23 it is clear: And (it is forbidden for you) to gather two sisters (in one marriage) except that which has happened in the past. Verily Allah is Forgiving, Merciful." Ustadz Bilal paused his sentence for a while, then continued it again." It is said except what has happened in the past. It's permissible if you're divorced, or the woman's dead."

After hearing her father's explanation, Annisa closed her eyes again, and turned her face toward Aqeela's stomach, then hugged the woman who gave birth to her waist.

"Mama should refer me to Daddy, can have a wife of two" he said again ngaur.

Pluck up!

"Awu, sick Mama!" lamented Annisa pursed her lips while rubbing the swab of her arm that hit Aqeela.

"If you talk, don't be reckless Annisa. My mother already has a husband. And also whoever wants to be in honey" gagged Aqeela. Her daughter sometimes lemes her mouth, likes to talk.

"Easy! you won't understand in Annisa's position." Annisa moved from Aqeela's lap, moving her feet towards the stairs of the house.

"Annisa!" call Aqeela, but Annisa takes her ear.

"You don't think about that first, the impact on children because of our divorce" said Ustadz Bilal.

Aqeela fell silent and turned her gaze toward Ustadz Bilal and Umi Hani.

"That's it, let me be guilty in your eyes. What matters now is that we are just as happy as each other. Let's say I'm selfish, no problem for me. I also know that you are now grateful to be divorced from me ." Aqeela, who Ustadz Bilal blamed for their divorce in the past, chose to follow Annisa into her room.

"I think your business is done" said Umi Hani, standing beside Bilal, walking towards the door of their room on the lower floor of the house.

"Hani ! stop that!" bilal exclaimed, successfully making Hani stop his steps."Get back here!" ustadz Bilal ordered, waving his hand at Hani, so that Hani would sit next to him again.

As the wife of Soleha, who wanted to smell the smell of heaven. Umi Hani stepped back to sit next to Ustadz Bilal, with a sullen face.

"Take me to Annisa's room, yeah!" invite Ustadz Bilal with a persuading voice.Umi Hani nodded obediently, then stood back from his seat. And Bilal stood up, taking his wife to Annisa's room.

Arriving at Annisa's room, they saw the 17-year-old girl, sitting on a mattress with her lips extended forward. It was clear on his forehead that the teenage girl was upset and had a lot of thoughts.

"What's the matter exactly?" asked Ustadz Bilal after standing beside the mattress, while Umi Hani sat his body beside Aqeela.

"I want to marry Well, but I don't know who" Annisa replied casually. Ustadz Bilal, Aqeela and Umi Hani looked at each other.

"Yes, tomorrow I'll marry you to a goat, will you?" ask Ustadz Bilal.

"As far as Dad is concerned" Annisa developed both of her cheeks.

"Annisa, what exactly is it?. Even at school you have problems. At the end of this you often brantem with your classmate. You also did not enter during Furqon's lesson" Aqeela asked in a persuading voice.

"What?" shocked Ustadz Bilal, heard what his ex-wife had just said. Then Ustadz Bilal got on the bed, sitting opposite Annisa.

"What did your mom say?" tanya Ustadz Bilal pitched fast. His chest seemed to rise and fall withstanding emotions, his eyes were also glaring.

"Then, why do you fight so much at school?" asked Ustadz Bilal again now set his sights on seeing Annisa afraid to see him.

"Monica used to raise her war flag against me" Annisa replied, frowning.

"Then you also raised your war flag?." It seems like the famous Ustadz forgot his once very naughty plus wayward self.

Annisa is silent not answering her father's questions anymore. Annisa also turned her face the other way.

'O God, what I do for this heart. I can't bring him to terms with the fact that Ustadz Furqon can't be mine.'

Unknowingly Annisa is shedding her tears, remembering Furqon who will soon belong to her sister, Yasmin.

"Annisa, why are you crying?" asked Umi Hani, seeing Annisa shed her tears. Umi Hani grabbed Annisa's arm, stroking her gently.

Annisa shook her head, then wiped her tears with one hand.

"Why are you Annisa?" asked Aqeela who had been sitting next to Annisa.

Again, Annisa shook her head. The three old men were confused.

"Dad, I want to change schools, okay?" annisa asked softly, looking at Ustadz Bilal with an imploring look.

"What's wrong with you?. What problems do you have at school?. Yesterday you asked to stay with your mother. Now you're asking to change schools. What reason?" ask Ustadz Bilal confused.

If what his daughter was facing was a big problem, why didn't any teachers tell her?. And Furqon, who had been asked to teach at the school, did not tell him what.

"Tomorrow Dad will go to school" said Ustadz Bilal saw Annisa was silent and did not answer his question. Bilal will find out what really happened to his daughter.

Bilal got down from the bed and went straight out of Annisa's room, letting Aqeela and Umi Hani take care of Annisa. Perhaps among fellow women, Annisa is more extensive to tell stories, what is it exactly.

**

The next day, Ustadz Bilal parked his car in his usual parking lot. Go straight down and step foot towards the Annisa class. The targets of Ustadz Bilal were Hasna and Salwa. The two friends of her daughter must know what really happened to Annisa.

"Assalamu alaikum, Ustadz."

"Greetings hall, what's wrong?" ustadz asked Bilal to the student who greeted him.

"There is no Ustadz" replied the handsome-faced student with an indistinct smile and scratching his back neck, while aligning his steps with Ustadz Bilal.

"Then why are you following me?" cetus Ustadz Bilal's. The mood is not good, because Annisa's daughter is moody from last night. Not to mention his wife who was hit with jealousy, because his ex-wife was staying at their house.

I want to apply for Annisa, Ustadz" replied the student.

"Uhuk uhuk!" sontak Ustadz Bilal coughed and stopped his steps."What did you say?" tanyakanya.

Shaka, the teenage boy, scratched his back neck again, his grin was unclear.

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