THE HEIR
A STORY
Pablo stared at the huge building outside the iron fence. A boarding house led by one girl he's been dreaming of for several nights.
"Fatimah" he murmured.
"I'm like a dipper missing the moon" he continued chuckling.
'He's an ustadzah, am I?' Pablo was again inferior.
Pablo Picasso, thirty-seven years. The man who is still in the mafia. He felt he did not deserve a girl as tall as Fatimah who holds the title of ustadzah.
I don't know what the purpose is to come to this place. It's late afternoon. There is still activity inside. The number of children who went to study religion, making the building was never deserted.
The man was about to turn the wheel. But an idea flashed through his brain.
"Why don't I enroll as a student here. Can I learn njai?" his monologue.
The man advanced his vehicle and entered into the parking lot of the rowed building.
Pablo got out of the car. For he has been steady to repair himself.
"If he's not my soul mate. At least I got a science," he murmured again.
There are still some people on duty. Fatimah just happened to be there. My sister went home first.
"Assynnya!" greetings to Pablo when he enters the office.
"Wa'alaikumusalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh!" reply to all the teachers who were there.
"There are some things we can help you with
Mister?" ask one of the educators.
"I want to be a santri kalong" replied Pablo who made all the teachers gap.
"Huh?"
"I want to register as a santri kalong sir. I want to study and learn more about Islam!" replied the green sliced man firmly.
"Mashaallah tabarakallah!" one of the teachers smiled.
"Let's Mister. Come on, let's sign up here!" continues inviting.
Pablo sat in front of the male teacher who was blocked by the table. There Pablo was questioned of all sorts.
"So Mister started from the base yes," said the teacher was very happy.
"Am I with a student who is like Deta or ...."
"Various Mister. Some are five years to twelve years old. But indeed the oldest is you," the man replied plainly.
Actually Pablo was a little embarrassed to study with the kids. But for a mission. He'll shut the shame.
"Learning does not know Mister's age" said the teacher to pacify Pablo.
"Mr Picasso?" the man looked.
The pitch-black net penetrated Pablo's green iris. Time suddenly stopped. Both eyes seemed to dive into each other's feelings.
"Master is here?"
"I want to study religion and religion" said Pablo directly.
Fatimah smiled, the girl was happy with the science-hungry person.
Now the pair of men are walking together. Fatimah still keeps the boundaries. He kept his distance from the side of the man who made his heart performance crazy. Already hundreds of Istighfar he called in his heart to calm down.
"Sik," call Pablo.
Instantly the body of Fatimah trembled was called in such a way. The feathers bristled. His heart started to craze, he pressed his chest to neutralize everything.
"Honestly .. I like you," I'm Pablo.
"Mr ...."
"Will you say my name in the third of your night?" pinta the man pleaded.
"Because I was also fighting for your name in the third of my night" Pablo continued.
Fatimah shed her tears. Yesterday he and his twin brother came to Uncle Husni. The girl's fear happened. Husni rejected objections from Fatimah. The man proposed polygamy.
"That you leave you to me. It was purely my son's fault. But, I promise if Luthfi is willing to keep his promise!" husni said firmly.
"Sorry Uncle. Abah never said this marriage should happen. Our late Abah said we would marry us if both were status by themselves!" salma said firmly.
"can't. Your late Abah has entrusted Fatimah to Uncle. The wedding is still going on!"
"I refuse!" sahut Fatimah.
"Why?" ask Husni. "Is this a polygamy thing?"
"Son, heaven begets you if your heart is riddled!"
"I'm sorry, I can't afford to be double!' about Fatimah.
"Belk!' pablo's call broke Fatimah's daydream.
"You crying?"
"What's your answer, brother?" pablo asked with a demanding look.
Fatimah stared at the green netra that was able to make anyone hypnotized. The girl immediately lowered her gaze. He should not be too long staring at the beauty of God's creation that can make him drunk.
"Will you wait?" pinta Fatimah.
"Waiting?"
"I'm still in a match. Wait a minute, yes" the girl asked in a trembling voice.
Pablo fell silent, he certainly remembered if Adiba said that Fatimah was betrothed. The man smiled, he nodded even though the girl did not see his movements.
"Then I go first yes," he said softly.
"Assalamualaikum," he continued.
"Wa'alaikumusalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," replied Fatimah cirih.
The luxury car came out of the parking lot. Fatimah pressed down deeply on his chest. He crouched down and held back tears. A thousand istighfar he said to be kept away from all forms of excessive love for the creation of the almighty.
"O Allah .. Eliminate this feeling if it makes me forget Your greatness" he said.
"Mr ustadzah! What's up?" some students came to the headmaster who was crouching.
"Is Mom sick?" ask one of the students to worry.
"It's okay, baby, mom is okay" he said.
The girl also stood with the help of the female students. All the children left him after the ustadzah said he was fine.
While in a large multi-storey house. I saw a man very angry. The man scolded someone who was on the phone.
"You must marry Fatimah Luthfi!" the man shouted really emotionally.
"That never approved of you getting married yesterday!' he continued with hunting breath.
"Sorry Abah, I love Aleema, my wife. I can't afford polygamy, my wife is pregnant!" the man across the phone.
"Then don't consider me your father!" shout Husni.
"Hello .. hello .. hello!" yelled at the man again.
Apparently the son cut off the phone. Husni's threat was not responded to. The man was very angry.
"Change .. it is," the wife's pinta calmed her husband.
"Be quiet, you know what!" his jolt.
"It's because you spoiled your son. How dare he marry without our permission and blessing!" he continued to be angry at his wife.
The woman was silent. Whatever she did must have been wrong in front of her husband. Husni is an arrogant man and imposes a will.
"The fool wasted the opportunity to become the number one man in the Al-Hikmah boarding school!"
He imagined his fame and prestige as a figure of religious leaders will rise. The adulation will come over.
"Aarr!' the man shouted in frustration.
"It's all because of you!" snarled Husni pointed at his wife.
Raslina Hasan looked at her husband. He did not believe the man's words. He felt his chest hurt.
"My education?"
"Yes you're so indulgent to Luthfi. He's a dissident boy now!" the man was angry.
"I've never ...."
"Don't tell me!" snarled Husni hard.
"Shut up and obey!' continues hissing.
Slowly Raslina got up from her seat. Her tears just flow.
"I'm not finished!" snarled Husni to his wife.
"What is this like your parents taught you! Against husband!" continued.
Raslina looked up at the man who had married her for almost half a century. Husni was stunned by the gaze of the woman who had never spoken at home. The residence only has his voice as the head of the household.
"Don't bring my mother's late father. I've had enough patience with all your arrogant natures!"
Raslina leaves Husni. She could not stand it, being a wife who obeyed her husband. It even made him a puppet under Husni's control.
"Raslina, I said come back!" yelled the man.
Raslina left and left a man who never appreciated her as a wife.
Seriate.
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