My best friend, Maduku
Start to behave

There is no smooth path, actually there must be twists, steepness, introspective, even to trigger adrenaline. Likewise with toll roads that are said to have unimpeded lanes also have turns.

The point is all the trials and trials that God gave to elevate the degree of his servant. If you feel unable to deal with it, it does not mean that God gives trials that are beyond the limits of the ability of the servant, but the servant himself who does not understand his own abilities.

All the trials that God gives are not far from what we can be. Believe this.

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It's been two and a half years of Aly and Alsya's marriage. Both are still behaving normally like a harmonious family, coupled with the existence of the son who increasingly coloring their lives.

The age of the baby who has just stepped on two and a half years makes both of them also more extra forsir energy to keep the baby who has been named Hafidhz Muhammad Lathif, called Hafidhz.

"Hafidhz don't go anywhere, son?!, play here aja, ummy want to go to the kitchen for a while."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Printer."

Alsya immediately went to the kitchen to put the plate that had been used for lunch. His son is still very small, but his intelligence is very beneficial for his parents. Hafidhz is a submissive and obedient child to the speech of his parents. Even after finishing struggling in the kitchen, Alsya returned and saw Hafidhz still busy with drawing equipment, just like the time before she left.

"Hafidhz again what image ?." Alsya asked approaching her son's body.

"Nothing, ummi." Hafidhz's small hand immediately curled up his picture book and hid it behind his back.

"Eh, how in umpetin anyway ?. Ummi wants to see, dong..."

Hafidhz. "Cannot. Ummi don't look !?" Proud speech.

Alsya who found the attitude of her son could only shake her resignation. He knew that his son loved to draw, but somehow the picture he had just made was not to be seen.

Aly has prepared everything for Hafidhz, facilitating whatever will be a toy for the child, as well as the equipment of worship, even though the age of Hafidhz is still very small.

Hafidhz began to stand up while carrying his picture book and kept it in the desk drawer that was his, then walked up to his mother. Hafidhz sat on the lap of the mother.

"Why, Hem ?."

"Afidhz is going to Abi..." Spoiled Hafidhz whine.

"What do you want to his ashes, baby ?. Abi is working." Alsya rubbed his son's head.

"No want to !. Afidhz wants to go to Abi, ummi...!."

"Yes, yeah. Abi's coming, son. Hafidhz to Abi, huh ?."

"Dad, long time !."

"No, honey, it's late, usually Abi's late afternoon, right ?."

Hafidhz nods.

"Printers. Then now we are ready?, all waiting for the Adzan, later praying with Abi."

"He em."

Alsya carried her son's body into the son's room to replace his clothes with sturdy clothes and then herself to the room to change his clothes as well. Both of them entered a special room to worship.

I see the Maghrib Adhan is beginning to be heard, but Aly is still not seen. I don't know where her husband went, because usually Aly had reached home before the Maghrib, then they will do three congregational prayers.

Kalam iqomah also began to sound and slowly returned to silence. Because the night is getting bigger.

"Ummi, Abi hasn't come yet ?." Ask Hafidhz who seems just as tired as waiting.

"Yes, honey. Let's pray first, shall we ?."

"How about it ?."

"Later Abi prayers will follow, son."

"Yes already. Come on, ummi ?!."

"Yes, baby."

Alsya stood at the front shaf and began to rely on takbir, followed by her son who followed her every prayer movement. The prayer was so peaceful and quiet that the last greeting, followed by his wirid and prayer. Then continue again by listening to the memorization of Hafidhz as well as the addition.

Time keeps moving. Even when she approached Isya, her husband did not come. Alsya's heart grew more agitated, her feelings mixed erratically.

Too busy thinking about her husband, when he saw the face of the son, Hafidhz was already asleep in his lap. Alsya got up while carrying the hafidzh in her cradle and took it to the son's room. Just now his hand turned the doorknob, it turned out that outside was being turned and when the door had opened, a figure that from earlier was feared standing in front of him.

"Mas." Alsya shines Aly's hand.

"Al, sorry I just got home. Hafidhz asleep?."

Alsya simply nodded to answer her husband's two statements.

"Here, let me just take him to the room." Aly took over Hafidhz's body and carried it to the room and placed it on the bed.

"Attent, mas." Alsya swiftly changed her son's clothes with sleeping clothes and then returned to justify her sleeping position. Alsya looked at Aly's face. " Aly Tumben Mas Malem home, mas ?" Ask.

"We're going to our own room, Al. "

Alsya nodded and followed her husband's footsteps.

"Sit down, Al."

Again. Alsya obeyed her husband's words to sit beside Aly.

Alsya looked at her husband's face fixedly. "What's up, ma'am ?. Aly doesn't usually come home at this time, I'm afraid you don't know ?!."

"Yes, I'm sorry, Al. I actually went home as usual, but there was a problem, so I came home late." Aly clasped Alsya's hand to ease her anger. "Mas, yes ?." Say again.

"What problem ?." Alsha still wants to know.

Aly immediately fell silent, not knowing what she was thinking, which clearly Aly looked like confusion.

"Mas."

"So I met Ning Halimah, Al."

"Ning Halimah, um ?."

"Yes." Yeah."

"What's wrong with him ?."

Aly was silent again with his eyes fixed on his wife's eyes.

"So I drove Ning Imah to the hospital, Al. I got a trust from ummi nyai."

That answer makes no sense to Alsha. Is not the distance of her husband's office and pesantren quite far?, and in pesantren also a lot of santri khodam, then why should Aly?, Her husband!.

"Say, mas. I know you're lying to me." Alsya said firmly.

"What else should I say, Al ?. You know I'm still the santri khodam nyai. His orders are absolute to me."

Not wanting to prolong the conversation, Alsya chose to get up from her seat and get out of the room.

"Al, where are you going ?!." Aly asked in shock with Alsya who was suddenly about to come out of the room.

"Tonight I'll sleep with Hafidhz, mas." Alsha answered without looking at it.

She did believe that it was the trust of the nanny of the boarding school where her husband devoted himself, but given that something was up, she could no longer hold back her anger at her husband and ended up in his son's bedroom, which seemed to be sleeping well.

Alsya approached his son's body, he gently rubbed the head of hafidzh and without feeling a tear suddenly had wet his cheek.

He was with the son waiting from after Ashar to Isha. Tired, waiting is the most tiring thing and Aly makes himself and the baby exhausted because waiting for him to go home to pray together.

Not her prejudiced against the figure of her husband, but her own circumstances that make bad thoughts seem to come to her head at this time.

"Al."

Alsya had no desire at all to turn to her husband who was following her.

"Al."

Alsya felt her body being hugged so tightly by a figure that had rendered herself powerless to hold back her tears. Alsya grew sobbing, she buried her face in the chest of the husband's field.

"I'm scared, mas... I'm scared..." Alsya said softly in the midst of her sobbing.

"Yes, honey. Sorry, I won't repeat it again. I promise."

"I'm his best friend, mas. I know what's in Ning Imah's heart, she likes you... I can't stand mas... I can't share..."

Aly did not answer Alsya's jokes, now he is faced with something very difficult. I don't know when the lie will be seen by Alsya?. He could not imagine how broken Alsya's heart would be if the lie was already visible.

"Nnnl..." Apparently Alsya's cry woke the baby's sleep. Hafidhz got up and approached his mother with teary eyes, as if feeling what his mother was feeling.

"Yes, baby ?." Alsya immediately wiped the tears on her cheek and on Hafidhz's cheek and carried hafidzh over her lap.

"Ummi cry?." Ask Hafidhz with his innocent face.

Alsya smiled stiffly. "No, son. Ummi doesn't cry."

Hearing his ummiya answer, the little boy was in disbelief, but the gentle rubbing of his mother's hand managed to calm him down.

Aly crouched down in front of the son. "Hafidhz is crying too?, Hem ?. Here's Abi, baby." Aly takes over Hafidhz and Alsya's lap and holds her.

Alsya turned her face away, throwing her face away from her husband's. She felt Aly's hand clasping her hand along with a warm feeling on her forehead because Aly was kissing her.

Alsya closed her eyes, because tears had pooled again in the eyes.

"We sleep in the room ?. Hafidhz will sleep with us."

"I still want to be here, mom."

"Come, Al. Don't be like this, kasian hafidzh if he wakes up later there is no umminya beside him." Aly's finger grip was getting stronger to squeeze his fingers. "Al, yes I was wrong. I'm sorry, but I beg you not to be like this..." Pinta Aly with a sad look looked at the face of his wife.

Alsya breathed a heavy sigh, she glanced at her son's face that was sidelined in Aly's pundang with her eyes tightly closed, apparently her son was back to sleep.

Finally Alsya nodded in agreement when in fact she still did not want to face her husband.

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