Chapter 2

"I'm sorry, papa, because your friends make fun of you." Reynand thought, seeing him pity because his son was always ostracized by his friends.

"Who the hell is teasing you?" Hasna raised her eyebrows.

"My friends, they always make fun of me when I don't have a mother since I was little," said Dhifa, with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry for this child. He must have never been given affection by his mother," said Hasna, who was concerned about seeing her.

"Now you have a mother, so you can't cry anymore." Hasna wiped the tears that flowed down Dhifa's cheeks.

"Ehemm." Both of them turned to look at him.

"I'll take it to your room." Reynand stepped into his room.

"Honey, I want to go to the room first, okay?" Dhifa nodded, then Hasna followed her husband's steps behind her, right in front of her room. They went inside.

"You are not allowed to touch my personal belongings." Hasna saw that her room was so spacious and luxurious.

"Yes man!"

"You also can't sleep in the bed with me." made Hasna shocked to hear that. Why couldn't she sleep together even though it was already lawful for her?

"Why can't we bro? We're already halal."

"Because the mattress can only be placed late." My wife shouldn't put her to sleep; she understands, "explained Reynand."

"Understood, sir." Hasna lowered her head.

"Then where should I sleep, mas?" Hasna was confused about where to sleep if she couldn't sleep in her bed.

"You can sleep on the couch over there," Reynand said, showing me the sofa, which wasn't that big.

"But my body can be sore if I sleep on the sofa." Hasna saw that the sofa was so small that it wouldn't fit if she slept on it.

"Would you like to sleep on the couch or on the floor?" Reynand asked.

"Well, I'll just sleep on the floor," replied Hasna, who opened her suitcase and was about to put her clothes into the closet, but Reynand stopped her immediately.

"You can't use a cupboard here, because this cupboard is only for me and my late wife."

"Patience, Hasna, this is a test." Hasna mumbled, She felt like she wanted to just give up, but what can you do? It's all for my father's treatment.

"Then where do I put it, sir?" asked Hasna.

Reynand replied, "You don't have to use a cupboard," and he left himself in the room alone.

"O Lord, open my husband's heart so that he can accept me here," said Hasna, as suddenly tears rolled down her cheeks.

In the morning, Hasna performed the Fajr prayer in her room. She intended to wake her husband for the Fajr prayer, but she was afraid that if her husband was angry, it was better for her to wake him up than for him not to pray Fajr. It would be more sinful if she was not awakened. Her feet stepped towards the bed and then she patted her husband's shoulder to wake him up, but he even scolded

"Mas, wake up the dawn prayer." Hasna slowly patted her husband's shoulder.

"Enghh, what are you doing here huh?" he asked, his voice high.

"Ma.." aaaf mas, I just woke you up for the dawn prayer." Hasna is afraid that her husband is angry.

"Here, let me teach you a lesson, because you woke me up this early in the morning." Reynand pulled Hasna's hand roughly to the bathroom. He dropped his wife's body on the floor and turned on the shower, then grabbed her hijab, which she was still wearing but not ready to take off her hijab. even if it's in front of her husband.

Once again, you disturbed my sleep! I will not hesitate to torture you, understand?"

"Understood, mas" Hasna re-tidied her hijab, which was messy earlier, then her husband left himself in the bathroom with the shower water still flowing.

"O Lord, strengthen me to maintain this marriage." Hasna smothered her face by hugging her legs.

He called her "Dad" and got a drink from the refrigerator. Today he was really confused with his wife and was sleeping comfortably, so he woke him up.

"Hey, you're awake," Reynand asked, seeing his son already out of his room.

"It's okay, mom, where are you?" said Dhifa.

"Hmm, still in the room, dear," Reynand replied, settling into a dining chair.

"Daddy, why are you up so early?"

Reynand argued with his son, "Because your mama woke papa."

Hasna walked up to her papa and sat in the dining chair facing him.

"Mama Maira is better than him."

"Dad, why don't you like Mama?" asked Dhifa.

"It's better you take a shower there," Reynand ordered.

"I want to be bathed by mama."

"Don't be spoiled," said Reynand.

I really can't be spoiled by Mama. I want to be pampered by Mama. Once in my life I have never been spoiled by my own biological mother.

"Dhifa, don't talk about that again," Reynand snapped. He didn't like it when his late wife was mentioned by name.

"Dad never understands me at all! "I hate Papa." When Dhifa left the dining room, her feet ran towards her mother's room to complain to her.

"Mommy!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face.

"What's wrong dear?" Hasna, who had changed clothes earlier, said the clothes were wet because her husband had doused himself with cold shower water.

"Mama papa is evil," Dhifa said as she wrapped her arms around her mother.

"Why do you talk like that?" said Hasna, who lifted her body to sit on her lap, hugging herself.

"I can't be bathed with mama, I want to be bathed with mama," Dhifa complained to herself if her papa forbade her to be bathed.

"Dad really loves you." Hasna stroked her daughter's hair, advising that her papa loves her.

"If papa loves me, he won't yell at me."

"It's okay, don't cry anymore; the beauty will be gone," Hasna wiped her tears that flowed down her cheeks.

"Come here, I want to take a bath," Hasna offered to her child by stroking her hair.

"I want it," Dhifa cheered happily.

"If it's like this, it's beautiful," said Hasna.

"I'm always beautiful like mommy," replied Dhifa, gritting her teeth.

"Smart child, let's take a shower," said Hasna, then she bathed her child.

Hasna walked to the kitchen after bathing her child to make breakfast for her children, while her husband was cooking, and her husband came in scolding Hasna by tightly gripping her hand until she winced in pain.

"Awhh it hurts mas!" Hasna moaned in pain due to her husband's gripping her hands.

"You said anything to my son, huh?" Reynand glared at his wife.

"Aaa... I didn't say anything anyway." Hasna lowered her head. She was afraid to see her husband's face, who was already angry like this.

"Mas let go of my hand hurts." Reynad still gripped his hand, making Hasna hurt.

"This is nothing compared to later, when I will make your life suffer." What is meant by her husband's talking like that, whether he will die by his hands?

"Mas, why don't you like me? What's wrong with me?" Hasna tried to lift her face by looking at her husband.