Sabtu, 29 September 2012

The real story, "My Wife's Slipper Pinch ..."


My appetite suddenly extinct. There is only a sense of irritation and annoyance that meet this head. Duh ... how not disdain, in a state of hunger is peaking as the food available there is no satisfactory tongue. Vegetable soup is sweet like banana compote, was not salty perkedelnya ketulungan.

"Umm ... Umm, when you can cook it right ...? Always, if not saltiness ... sweetness, if not keaseman ... yes kepedesan! "Yes, I can not hold back your emotions to not grumble." Patience bi ..., he also put up with Aisha and Khodijah cuisine. He said the apostle would like ...? "My wife said calmly. "Yeah ... but abi's human. Abi can not wait as the Apostle. Abi can not bear to eat constantly like this ... "I replied with a high tone. Hear my words that pitched emotions, my wife saw heads bowed deeply. If so, I'm sure the tears were rife.



One week I was out of town. And of course, when the mind is full of home pinch-pinch hopes to find 'Baiti Jannati' in my house. But what happens ...? Apparently the reality does not match with what I dreamed. At home, even mumet seven head circumference. Just imagine, the house is like like a ship kontrakanku burak (broken). Clean clothes are not ironed piled here and there. Dirty dishes feast in the kitchen, and laundry ... ouw ... buckets. Plus the stinging smell the stench, because the days soaked with detergent but not too washed out. Seeing this situation, I can only beristigfar while massaging his chest. "Umm ... ummi, how abi is not always irritated if things continue like this ...?" I said, shaking his head.

"Umm ... the wife was not only clever sholihat fill the recitation, but he also must be clever in managing the household trappings. Must be able to cook, nyetrika, nyuci, sewing clothes, beresin home ...? "No words had been heard crying jag exhausted wife who looked so melancholy. "Ah ... she's easy to cry ...," I thought mused. "It's silent Mi, should not be mushy. He said his wife would be shalihat ...? Wife shalihat was not whiny, "I say cautiously after seeing a river tears welling. "How not cry! New home also has continued to grumble, grumble. The house is a mess because ummi can not do anything. Let alone to work on the road was difficult. Ummi's vomiting continues, this body feels limp at all, "said my wife sobs punctuated. "Abi does not play a maboknya how the young pregnant ..." Said my wife again, I saw tears while still rife.

Bi ..., noon between Umm Koran huh ...? "Asked my wife. "Oh, Mi ... abi's a very busy day. Leaving alone huh? "I said. "Well, if abi busy, Ummi public bus ride alone, hopefully not passed out on the street," said my wife. "Why, why say so ...?" Interrupted. "Yes, in conditions such as vomiting, dizziness easy Ummi's head that smelled of gasoline. Moreover, added jostling on the bus with the atmosphere of heat. But hopefully still do not see why, "said my wife again. "Well, then riding bajaj," I said lightly.

Today's meeting turned out to be postponed next week. This time I used the opportunity to pick up my wife. Somehow this heart suddenly become missed him. My bike has reached the Koran wife. At the front door I saw many shoes lined up, it's a sign the show has not been completed. I noticed eight pairs of shoes totaling one by one. Ah, everything is beautiful-beautiful and seemingly it's so expensive. "Ladies, it's like a beautiful picturesque, to form any cute shoes," I membathin alone. My eyes suddenly stumble perspective on a pair of flip-flops is flanked by beautiful shoes. Dug! Heart of a shed.

"Oh .... is not this the flip-flops wife" asked me. Then immediately I took a downtrodden tattered sandals beautiful shoes. Test! My tears fall unnoticed. Nian feels sore heart, why only now realized that I never noticed my wife. To the point where he had to go flops sandals worn. While his friends my good shoes. "I'm sorry Mary," pleaded my heart. "Krek ...," the voice sounded door opened. I jumped up, then slipped into the side wall. I saw two ukhti walked into the little boy holding a veiled beautiful and bright, as bright color dress and veil umminya. A few minutes after the departure of two ukhti it, re-flashed ukhti ukhti others. However, I found not too Maryamku. I counted eight people already out of the house, but my wife has not come out. Penantianku ended when a body berbaya dark and black veiled past.

"Here mujahidahku" cried my heart. He was different from the others, he was so humble. If any other wearing bright blooming beautiful, he only wore dark colors worn anyway. Silently crawled back my guilty feeling has been less attention to his wife. Yeah, I just realized, that since the marriage had never bought a suit for him. I'm too busy noticed deficiencies wife, but underneath all that so many strong suit, O Maryamku. I really be ashamed of Allah and His Messenger. I've been too busy taking care of others, my wife was never kuurusi. Though the apostle had said, "The best among you are those who are best to their families." While I. ..? Ah, why did I forget that God told the husband that his wife screwed well. I'm ...? too often grumble and demanding wife with something that he can not do it. I really feel terdzalim husband!!! "Mary ..." I called, when the body is dark berbaya pass. The body was then turned to me, his eyes indicate distrust of my presence in this place. However, later seen slowly developing lips smile. Happy smile. "Abi ..." he said quietly and happily. Really, I just saw this segirang wife. "Ah, why did not I do pick up from the first wife?" Contrite heart.

The next day, I bought a pair of shoes for my wife. When he found out about it, smiles happily re-inflate her lips. "Thank God, jazakallahu ...," he said with a sincere voice. Ah, Mary, again touched my heart to see polahmu. Again, my heart burst of regret. Why now I can be thankful obtain ascetic wife and 'Iffah like you? Why now did I know how much joy watching the glowing eyes for attention ...? May be useful for all of us .... amen yes rabbal Alamein ......

Create jihadist propaganda .. ponder this story flip-flops, our hearts and ask how far our attention (not just a matter of sandals, etc.) against a creature named tengah2 wife in our busy ...

(Source: Conscience)