Awkward Situation

Tut... Tut.

Dirga turned off Amel's phone, but the man didn't say anything. Amel called again.

Dirga asked Aisyah quickly, "What is it?" as he looked at her in a grumpy way.

"Your father called and wants to talk to you." Dirga was shocked when Aisyah gave him the phone she had been holding.

He asked himself, "Did you hear my short tone?" A little hesitantly, he took the phone out of Aisyah's hand and put it up to her face, since Aisyah had set the phone to speaker mode.

"Assalamualaikum, Father."

"Waalaikumsalam, Dirga. I need your help. Tonight, you have to stay at home because Dad and Grandpa can't go home and there is still a lecture tomorrow morning." Mr. Imran said to Dirga.

"Oh, sure, Dad. We will spend the night here, Inshallah."

"Alhamdulillah, then, continue the call. Please give the phone to Aisyah; I want to talk to Mother."

"Okay, Dad."

Dirga gave Aisyah the phone he was holding. Before she left the room, Aisyah looked at Dirga's hand and saw that her husband's phone was still ringing.

Dirga looked at his phone again after Aisyah left. He didn't want to answer Amel's call because he wasn't ready to lie.

He just got off the phone with his wife. As soon as he hung up, he sent a message to Furqan.

Dirga: If Amel asks me where I am, just tell him I'm out of town because I have to teach. Dirga also said that there was no signal where he lived. If Amel asked Dirga when I would get home, Dirga would say tomorrow or the next day, if there were no problems.

Dirga touched Send's words, which sent the message to Furqan. In less than a minute, his best friend had read the message.

Dirga paced back and forth nervously as he waited for Furqan to answer his message, even though Dirga had seen two blue ticks.

After a while, it became clear that Furqan was typing, so the Furqan chat was let in.

Furqan: You were almost late, she was already in my living room.

Furqan wrote back, and he also sent a picture of Amel, who was sitting next to him.

Dirga: All right, keep him safe. If she gets suspicious, you'll be the one who gets hurt.

Dirga told Furqan that he would hurt his friend on purpose because he was afraid that Furqan would play a joke on him out of the blue.

Furqan: Damn it, you cut the durian in half, so why did I get the thorn?

Dirga stopped answering Furqan's texts, so he turned off his phone and put it in the bag he was carrying.

Dirga was about to lay down when this happened. When Aisyah came back into the room, the girl didn't seem to care what Dirga thought.

She took the nightgown out of the closet and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door with a bit of force.

Dirga asked himself, "Is Aisha mad?" "How come? Did she overhear what I said to Amel? "He kept going.

Dirga felt restless all of a sudden. He was like a thief who had been caught off guard. "Ouch, how can I explain it?"

Aisyah wore a long-sleeved shirt and long pants with her nightgown when she came out of the bathroom.

Dirga was a little let down because he thought Aisyah would look the same as she did at the hotel. He wanted to tell his wife off, but his pride got in the way.

As usual, Aisyah put on the prayer hijab and prayed on the prayer rug.

Dirga took a deep breath and then slowly let it out. Seeing Aisyah wearing her prayer hijab and kneeling down to pray made her feel bad.

"How could he be mad at his wife over a phone call? He also hasn't asked Aisyah for the truth." He felt like his heart was whispering, like he was telling Dirga something.

The man shook his head. He didn't want to admit he was wrong, so he laid down and shut his eyes.

Aisyah cried during her prayers because she knew something was wrong, even though she had only just met the man who would become her husband. She knew, though, that the man wasn't nice to her.

"Yes, Allah, please give me the best, and don't make me sad and unhappy because I chose to be a second wife. Yes, Allah. I know I made a mistake when I said yes to the offer just so I could follow my dream of becoming an architect. But don't punish me, please. servant, let me make this choice as soon as possible as a way to worship you. Please take away my jealousy of his first wife. Make my husband a man who can be fair to both me and his first wife. Please keep demons and demons who want to lead us astray from interfering with our marriage. Amen."

When she was done praying, the girl straightened up her prayer hijab and moved closer to her husband, who was fast asleep. Aisyah read the prayers and dhikr of Fatima before she lay down on the bed.

Aisyah lay on her back, closed her eyes, and tried to sleep, but she couldn't. She turned away and stared at Dirga's back. The man's breath was steady, which meant he had sailed in the dream world.

Aisyah put her hand behind the man's arm from behind. She was actually embarrassed, but she didn't want to sleep without hearing Dirga's voice.

"Roohii are you asleep?" Aisyah whispered in Dirga's ear. His warm breath touched Dirga's ear, waking him up, but he hasn't moved yet because he wants to see how patient Aisyah is with him.

Aisyah took a deep breath because Dirga didn't answer. She was disappointed that Dirga didn't talk back. Aisyah didn't want to give up, so she kissed Dirga's ear and then bit the tip of the ear of her husband.

Dirga was surprised by how Aisyah suddenly treated him. He opened his eyes, but he wouldn't turn around because he could feel something happening down there.

"Stop doing that, or you won't sleep tonight." He was talking to himself, of course. He wouldn't have said that to the woman standing behind him.

Aisyah gently kisses Dirga's cheek because she thinks she hasn't woken up yet. Then she pulls her hand out from behind Dirga's arm and the girl turns around with her back to Dirga.

Dirga closed his eyes again when he felt Aisyah's soft lips. He thought the girl would ask to kiss his lips. In fact, he was wrong, because when Aisyah took her hand away, she was disappointed.

Dirga took a deep breath. He had lost. Slowly, Dirga turned around and faced Aisyah, who had her back to him. Now it was his turn to put his hand behind Aisyah's arm.

When she felt Angga's hand, Aisyah wanted to turn around, but she had to stop and stay where she was because something got stuck at the bottom of Dirga.

He finally let Dirga hug his thin body, felt Dirga's breath in the crook of his neck, and let the fine hairs on the man's face touch his cheeks.

Aisyah closed her eyes and could feel how kind the man who was her husband was. Dirga didn't want to force Aisyah because he was happy to be in that position. Even though something was begging to be taken away, he kept at it until they both fell asleep and had a nice dream.

"Astaghfirullah!"