Fatma was coolly watering the plants in her front yard, soon there was a voice of a vegetable seller who was Fatma's favorite. Fatma quickly turned off the water tap and rushed out of the house to buy some stocks of vegetables.
"Mang vegetable". Call Fatma.
"Yes, Ms. Fatma, how are you? Are you healthy, sis?". Asked the mamang.
"Alhamdulillah, I'm getting better". Fatma replied.
"Thank God, miss, you better be vigilant now. If there are people you don't know, don't open the door, miss". The Mamang muttered.
Fatma smiles. "Yes indeed, thanks for remembering it".
Not long afterwards, other women who were also going shopping came, the atmosphere was getting more and more rowdy because Mrs. Rika, who was none other than Fatma's neighbor, suddenly came with terrible news. And this made other mothers comment on the story of Mrs. Rika.
"Mothers, do you know yet? If the Kinar dies? That's how scary the death is". Exclaimed Mrs. Rika.
"What? Who said ma'am?". Said the other mothers curiously.
"This morning when my husband came home from work, it was through Kalimalang. Well there was a traffic jam because there were crowds on the edge of the river. Then my husband stepped aside because he was curious to know what had happened there and it turned out that there were consecutive accidents that caused the wrong thing. one of the victim's car plunged into the river — then the victim who was knocked out was the Kinar? ". Mrs. Dewi immediately cut off Mrs. Rika's words.
"In the future, please don't cut my words first, then when my husband gets closer to seeing the incident. It's really scary, Mom, when Kinar's corpse is on the steel skewer that was carried by the truck in front of him". Mrs. Rika muttered.
"Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi rojiun, sorry for Ms. Kinar, ma'am. Just pray, I hope the deeds of worship are accepted by Allah". Said Fatma.
"Uhh .. Miss Fatma, why do you use all Kinar's prayers. He's such a bad guy, he deserves to die like that". Mrs. Dewi muttered.
"O Allah, ma'am. It can't be like that, we shouldn't judge the sins of other people. Moreover, that person has died, so let God take care of the human sin. We as humans are still given the opportunity to live, we just use it. our time to keep getting closer to Allah ". Said Fatma.
"You know, ladies, instead of shopping on gossip". Gerling the greengrocer.
After finishing shopping, Fatma immediately rushed into the house to cook. His mind returned to thinking about Kinar's death, Fatma just didn't expect that Kinar would leave so quickly.
Poor you, Miss Kinar, I have forgiven all the bad deeds that you did to me, sis. Hopefully you are calm there sis, for the sake of Allah, I have no grudge at all you. Fatma muttered.
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Hendra just arrived at his house, his wife immediately welcomed him. However, this time Hendra saw the look on Fatma's face as if something was hidden. Hendra wanted to ask about it, but he was discouraged.
Meanwhile, Fatma immediately ordered Hendra to take a shower before the call to prayer echoed. And after that Fatma immediately arranged all his dishes on the dining table. Fatma is still thinking about Kinar's death, according to him this news is very sudden.
"May Allah forgive" muttered Fatma.
"Forgive who dear?". Said Hendra.
And this made Fatma startled when she saw her husband was sitting in front of her.
"Mas, you just surprised me". Fatma grumbled.
Hendra smiled. "I'm sorry dear, what's wrong with you anyways? I watched it from when I got home, you seemed to be harboring something. What's wrong, honey? Do you have a problem?". Hendra asked.
Fatma let out a long sigh. "Mas, Mbak Kinar died". Fatma replied softly.
"What ?! Kinar died? Who are you saying?". Hendra asked curiously.
Fatma took a deep breath and began to tell Hendra everything. Meanwhile Hendra was astonished at Fatma's explanation.
"Yes, maybe all of this is the destiny of Kinar's life. The most important thing is that no one else can harm you and now we just pray that all Kinar's acts of worship will be accepted by Allah SWT". Said Hendra.
"Aamiin O Allah". Fatma replied softly.
"Better now we eat first, I'm really hungry now". Hendra muttered.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to prepare the food on your plate. Sorry, dear". Said Fatma and immediately asked for Hendra's plate.
Meanwhile Hendra immediately gave his plate to Fatma. In his heart, Hendra is very relieved when Kinar is no longer in his household life, so he doesn't have to worry if Fatma is alone at home.
Hendra immediately grabbed his coffee cup then took a sip of coffee slowly, in his mind Hendra was very happy to hear the news of Kinar's departure. Fatma, who realized that her husband was daydreaming, immediately awakened her.
"Mas, are you daydreaming?" asked Fatma.
"Huh! Honey, you just startled me" muttered Hendra.
Fatma smiles. "Sorry, bro, I didn't mean to surprise you. But it's not good if you want to eat with a daydream, what do you want to use?"
Hendra sighed. "Sorry, dear, um .. I want to use all the side dishes you cook. Because you cook it already takes time, energy and love, that's why I want to eat everything you cook" exclaimed Hendra.
Fatma chuckled. "What's the matter, bro, I take it a little at a time first. Later, if it's not enough, I can add more," said Fatma, who immediately put Hendra's plate right in front of him.
"Thank you dear, I will finish it all" Hendra immediately ate his food.
Fatma is very happy to see her husband eating his food with gusto, Fatma is very grateful because now Hendra is completely hers again.
"Thank you, O Allah, because you have returned Mas Hendra to me. Take care of our household to reach a sakinah, mawadah and warahmah family," Fatma exclaimed to herself.
Fatma immediately ate his meal, the two of them were swept away in a romantic dinner atmosphere. Hendra kept praising Fatma's cooking, and it made Fatma blush a little. Meanwhile Hendra was very happy when he saw his wife who was blushing, and it made Hendra even more eager to glance at his wife.
"Honey, I have a plan to visit my mother and father. How? Do you still miss Malang? Do you feel at home in Jakarta?" asked Hendra.
Fatma puts down the spoon. "Seriously, bro? Ah, you miss Malang. Even though I already live in a big city, I won't forget my hometown"
"I think I'm at home here, please pray for me, I hope I can get time off for next week"
"Aamiin, I hope your good intentions are granted by Allah, ok?"
"Aamiin" they both continued eating, Fatma was happy because now her husband had returned home in his arms. Fatma hopes that after this there will be no more women who try to steal her husband.