Get blessing.
"No, Dirga! Why don't you go play instead? Don't you want me to come?"
Dirga was already in the car when Furqan ran after him. The man's face was creased in seven places.
"DR. Dirgantara, SKM, M.Kes., wait! Angry, just like a girl!" Again, Furqan yelled, he didn't care what some people thought about how they were acting.
Dirga reached into his pocket and pulled out his car key. He then pressed the automatic lock button so that the car door didn't lock.
He opened the door and got in. Dirga helped him straighten up, then he shut the door and fastened his seat belt.
Furqon went straight to the next door and opened it for passengers.
"No, don't be mad. I was just kidding. Don't take it to heart," pleaded Furqan, feeling a little bad that he had been so mean to his friend.
He gave Dirga's arm, which was holding the wheel, a shake.
"Shut up, no! Or I'll drop you off here."
Furqan shut his mouth and no longer dared to say anything. Dirga looked at Furqan and then started to turn on the socket. A very smooth engine sound could be heard. His foot stepped on the clutch, and his hand started to shift gears. Dirga slowly started the car.
"Ga, I'm sorry, I just made fun of you!" Furqan again opened his mouth. Dirga turned left as soon as he heard the man's voice so that the car coming from behind wouldn't be alarmed.
The car pulled over to the side of the road, and Dirga turned off the engine. He then leaned back in his seat and gave Furqan a mean look.
"It's fine to joke around, but think about where, when, and with whom you're joking. He's a religious leader, and anyway, it's not a good idea to joke about marriage. If Kiyai Ridwan is a well-known scholar, you can be sure he's done this a lot. being surrounded by angels and having everything you say written down." Dirga seems upset, and he talks in a high voice.
"I didn't think so," Furqan said with regret as he tapped on the dashboard to make himself feel better.
"Did you yourself hear it? Kiyai Ridwan was waiting for us, so why do you want to break your promise?" Dirga asked, and he rubbed his face again in irritation. He was mad at his best friend.
"If he waits, we have to come," Furqan said in a light tone.
"Wow, Pak Furqan, SKM, M.Kes, doctoral candidate, listen up! He is waiting for us to ask his grandson to marry us, not for us to study or study."
He shut his eyes and wanted to give his best friend a head punch.
"Who said we wanted to come to study? Of course we'll come to ask Aisyah to marry you," said Furqan, as if it were no big deal.
Plaaak!!
Even though Dirga didn't hit Furqan's head too hard, the man winced in pain.
Dirga said, "You know I'm married, and it's impossible for parents to be okay with their kids being in polygamy."
"You, didn't you hear that? The important thing is that she wants to, and then he can pray five times a day. I didn't hear that he had to be single, a widower, or already have a wife."
Plaaak!!
Dirga hit Furqan again on the head. He didn't understand why his best friend would want to jump into hell.
Dirga said, "Never mind, I'm too lazy to talk about this. Just watch out if this keeps up."
"Remember, if Allah wants it, nothing is impossible, whether you have two wives, three wives, or four wives. Everything is possible if Allah wants it."
Dirga shook his head. He didn't see why he should help someone like Furqan. If they hadn't been friends since college, he would have quit. Dirga has probably stopped being his friend and personal adviser.
He drove his car back. He felt like he needed to get away from the thing that was making his head feel like it was going to explode.
***
Dirga threw himself on the sofa in the living room as soon as he got inside. After going all that way to hear crazy ideas and advice from his best friend, he was very tired.
"Remember, if Allah wants it, nothing is impossible, whether you have two wives, three wives, or four wives. Everything is possible if Allah wants it."
Dirga shook his head. He didn't see why he should help someone like Furqan. If they hadn't been friends since college, he would have quit. Dirga has probably stopped being his friend and personal adviser.
He drove his car back. He felt like he needed to get away from the thing that was making his head feel like it was going to explode.
***
Dirga entered the home. He went into the living room and threw himself on the couch. After going all that way to hear crazy ideas and advice from his best friend, he was very tired.
He looks like he needs a shower, a massage, and a good night's sleep to get his body back in shape. He looked at the clock in his hand. It was already evening, but it looked like he still had time to ask his wife to give him a massage before he showered.
Dirga stood up and walked into the room. Water was running in the bathroom, and Dirga smiled as he took off the tie that was still around his neck.
Soon after that, Amel came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel that went from his chest to his knees.
Dirga swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva when he saw his wife's white, smooth, and well-groomed body. It made him want to be with her. In fact, it had been a long time since the last time they made love.
Dirga's eyes looked so longing that the man went up to Amel to tell her what he wanted.
He reached out to grab Amel around the waist, but she moved out of the way, turned around, went to the closet, and got her clothes out.
Dirga went after his wife, Amel, and hugged her slim waist.
"Ish, don't hug me, you smell like sweat!" So Dirga wouldn't touch him, he shook his head and said, "Amel."
The man didn't say anything because he didn't expect Amel to say no. Even he was surprised by what she said, since he knew that when they first got married, Amel liked to smell his sweat the most. In fact, Amel would often sleep under Dirga's armpits because she missed smelling like her husband.
Amel moved away from Dirga. She had enough time to tap the man on the shoulder as she did so.
"I want to go to Jogja because I have to go there for work." Amel said this while he was dressed.
"Why did you wait until now to tell me?" Dirga, the man could be seen clearly.
"The activity, I asked for the chair where I sat down," Amel said in a casual way. This time, she started a well-known skin treatment on her face, which made her face even more beautiful.
Dirga yelled, "I won't let you go!"
"I'm telling you, sir! I'm not asking permission!" Amel's answer was so casual that she didn't even want to look at Dirga.
"Because you're my wife, you have to do what I say."
"Sir, I'm not a child anymore. What you should forbid is that a husband and wife should help each other, not hold back like this!" Amel got so angry that she stepped on the lipstick she was about to put on.
"I restrained you? You're wrong, right? If I hadn't used my power as Dean to win you over, you wouldn't be this way. You know how many thousand students I told their grades would be wrong if they didn't vote for you. support you? You really have lost your mind!" Dirga shows his anger because he doesn't like being accused of not caring about Amel's career.
"So, sir, you're going to count with me?" Amel asked. He stood up and turned to face Dirga. The woman crossed her arms over her chest and gave her husband a mean look.
"I'm not being mean; I'm just reminding you that you're my wife and I'm your husband. So you should put me ahead of your work, "answered Dirga.
"I'm a faithful wife now, is that not enough?" asked Amel.
"I do need a faithful wife, but that's not enough. I also need a wife who is always there for me, watches over me, does what I want, and gives me what I want when I want!"
She then moved her husband's body out of the way, and he went to get the suitcase that had been left for him. When he got to the bedroom door, he turned and said, "I'm sorry."
"Get married, I give you my permission!"