Devotion (A Devotion)
Not the Wife of Pharaoh
Yes, I once wanted Mas Hadi and Nofi to be wretched. The two were in an accident similar to Princess Diana Spencer and Dodi Al Fayed on August 31, 1997. Satisfied when they experience bad luck to pick up karma.
Princess Diana and Dodi died after the couple had an accident. The Mercedes car they were riding drove at a speed of 120 mph as it was chased and followed by paparazzi riding a motorcycle. At exactly 00:25, Princess Diana's car crashed into the 13th pillar of the Pont de l'Alma tunnel in Paris, France.
The accident killed Henri Paul, the driver, and Dodi Fayed. At two o'clock in the morning, Princess Diana arrived at Pitie Salpetriere Hospital. At the hospital, the Princess received a heart pump for nearly two hours, until at four in the morning, Princess Diana was pronounced dead. Eternal name in love story. But unfortunately, it is not a sacred love story, because they are not husband and wife.
It would be tragic if Mas Hadi and Nofi experienced the same thing with Princess Diana and Dodi. Died while cheating and no chance to repent. They're done with their lives and don't have to hurt anyone else, including me.
Their name will be eternal as a cheating spouse, who died while performing the act. So that all may know their deeds. In order to be a lesson to those who know, that they die because they follow the steps of the devil.
In fact, Nofi is still alive and does not realize the obedience he did. The more you feel and feel better than everyone else. Mas Hadi also did not realize the mistake, instead blaming and saying I did not have what he was looking for. Berate me and think Nofi is better than me. After I allowed her to leave me and the children, her steps were hesitant.
Now when it is gravely ill and unable to get up, instead appreciate the wife who takes care of it even though her heart aches. Even continue to serve the desires of the selfless woman who wants our family to be scattered. Is it wrong for me to pray badly for someone who has hurt me?
“The woman's heart is like a glass glass, Mas. Once the glass falls, breaks into pieces, it will not be able to form a beautiful glass like before. What it's like, it won't be the same anymore. So does my heart,”, I said that night while helping her prepare painkillers.
I hope that the parable I gave him can give him a picture of what happened with my heart. That the hurt he caused, really broke my trust in him.
“Find a new one!” lightly said. After the words that were thrown from his lips, the man grimaced in pain. The hose on his body was dripping blood.
“What do you mean look for again? Am I********like, Nofi? Which easily changed men,” my mouth forward a few inches of dislike with the sentence.
“Kok discuss Nofi again.”
“Lagian, I told you to look again. What am I?”
“If there are men who want to be with you, I let go,” said the man without burden.
I looked at him in disbelief. It was easy to talk like that, as if he had a lot of stock sentences to make his wife hurt. What kind of man tells his wife to find a replacement for herself, while still being bound as husband and wife.
“Good, we will finish after Mas healed,” I said short. Well maybe it's time.
Turn off the table and get ready for bed. Today I was rather calm because Mother-in-law came to take care of the children at home. He found out about Mas Hadi when I asked do’a when my husband was about to enter the operating room.
The old woman regretted why I did not tell Mas Hadi's pain from the beginning. How about to tell, if nothing has been scolded yet, ‘don't make my mother bother with your indulgence!’
It was amazing what my husband said. Perhaps if others who are facing will prefer to leave behind a man like this. Why have a husband like this? Make hearts congested.
However, every time this self was about to leave, what was remembered was the gratitude I had to increase again. Gratitude because I can still freely worship and care for my children. Gratitude still has a husband even though it's not as good as I want. My trial is not as heavy as what Mother Aisiyah experienced when she became the wife of Fir’aun. He remained steadfast in faith even though the evil husband was immeasurable.
The attitude of Fir'aun who claimed to be God forced the beautiful woman to obey the request of her husband even though in her heart she was very objected, tortured and rebellious. Asiyah continued to be patient in the face of the vices of Fir’aun. She was willing to sacrifice her life in the face of her husband's treatment. Although Fir’aun tortured him with severe torment, he never wanted to deny his determination.
When Pharaoh tormented, Asiyah prayed, "My Lord, build me a house by Your side in heaven and save me from Pharaoh and his deeds and save me from the unjust.” On the firmness of her faith, Asiyah became one of the noble women who were guaranteed to go to heaven.
Although not the wife of Fir’aun, may I still be given patience in the narrowness of heart due to the tyranny of my husband. Mas Hadi never forbade me to worship. Which other favor of God should I deny besides being able to carry out His commandments without any hindrance.
The nurse came to check the tension, blood pressure and condition. The woman came with the equipment she was carrying in a red plastic tray.
“New morning can learn to get off the bed and walk exercises. Today there is dizziness, nausea, or other lethargy?” ask the woman friendly.
Mas Hadi answered the question in a weak voice. The man stretched out his arm to check his tension. He also said a few things to the nurse who was on duty this time.
“The nausea is gone, but the dizziness is still felt.”
“Well if so, we wait for Doctor Roy tomorrow morning,” said the nurse while smilingly packing the equipment.
Three points of the laparoscopic hole are one in the center, one in the middle of the chest, and one in the right abdomen. The hose that is still connected to the inside of his stomach serves to bleed the rest of the previous action.
I can't imagine the pain of the body being entered by such a hose. Certainly every. However, seeing that he could not move at all until all his needs depended on me, I was happy. Maybe evil huh, why am I happy to see a sick husband?
When Mas Hadi was sick and could not go anywhere, meaning he could no longer meet Nofi to perform. I say madiat, because they are not married, and do not admit to being married. I just don't think to a woman like Nofi, why not realize that her behavior can be imitated by her daughter in the future? Or to think that what he did greatly embarrassed his mother's father.
Ah, yes, maybe like Sherly said. His heart was already rusted full of solid black. The rust widened to all parts of his body into a disease that came from his heart. The liver is also the home of demons and evil which is also called liver disease.
“If the heart is good, then fine the other limbs. If the heart is broken, then the other is damaged. Kindness with fear, love of God and sincere in intention. The damage of the heart is due to falling into the maksiat, luster,” Sherly said as we discussed on the terrace of my house one afternoon, why Nofi never felt guilty for his actions to our family.
This morning Mas Hadi woke up in agitation. Intermittently open the phone and exhale with an angry look. His hands look agile reply chat on mobile.
I looked at the change that had happened to his face. I expected what my husband would ask. The reaction I've been waiting for since coming home from school was children and greeting Nofi back then.
“This you, don't embarrass people in public. Later if you are also humiliated in front of the crowd how?” said the man whose body was attached various hoses and infusions.
I approached the man and sat down next to him. The most beautiful smile I gave through the curved line that pulled my cheek up.
“What do you mean, Mas?” Actually, I know what he meant.
“Yes, the, don't embarrass people.”
“What am I ashamed of?”
He didn't answer. His hand replied to the chat in anger. Shaking fingers showed he was desperate. I saw her eyes red and watery.
“Mas, if Mas still keeps in touch with Nofi. How will our family be calm?”
Mas Hadi did not put his phone down. The man did not listen to my question.
“Mas?” I pressed the sentence again so that he focused on looking at himself and diverted his attention from the phone.
“What?” rough snaps.
I am not the wife of Fir’aun who is patient in facing an unjust husband. I'm just an ordinary woman, who cries when her husband snaps violently and doesn't understand how the wife feels. I looked at the man in silence.
“We take care of farewell after Mas go home.” The sentence glided deep
residual pain.
“No, you're my wife. I will not divorce you!”
“Sorry, I can't.”
“No, you must not go,” the pushy look in his eyes looks hurt.
“Sorry.”
“You do not go, you are my wife!”
I stared at the eyeball. Whiz! There's water from the corner.
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