Accompany Me with Hijrah

NEW LIFE

The day has changed. The morning sun was starting to light up the city of Surabaya. Zarra blinked her eyes. He recalled that this morning he fell asleep after the dawn prayer with Fahri. As he remembered he fell asleep on the prayer mat while Fahri was reciting. He couldn't help his sleepiness after getting tired from last night's party. Their reception party finished at twelve and Zarra was only able to sleep half 2 because she had to take off her clothes, remove makeup and take a shower. In fact, so tired and sleepy Zarra did not have time to chat with Fahri.

Zarra got up from her bed. He still uses mukena, but he has moved to bed. Zarra took off her face and looked around. There is no Fahri. He knocked on the bathroom door, no answer. He opened the door. Fahri is not there either. Where did Fahri go so early, his mind. Was Fahri angry that Zarra overslept last night and dawn? The question kept on troubling Zarra's mind.

Zarra let out a long breath. On her first day as a wife, she did not do what she should. They are still in the hotel like this, especially going home, Zarra thought. He was worried that he made a mistake. He promised himself to do his best. He was sitting on the big bed itself. However, he only realized his room was neat and his suitcase was ready. Fahri must have done it.

Suddenly the door opened. Fahri emerged from behind the door with a breakfast tray. He appeared with a sweet smile. "Morning, Honey. Waking up apparently. Breakfast yuk!," said Fahri. He placed a tray of milk coffee, a plate of sandwiches and a glass of water on the table near their bed. Seeing Fahri's smile, all of Zarra's bad thoughts slowly evaporated from his heart.

"Where are you?" asked Zarra.

"Sorry, Ra. Last night I went to the gym and ate breakfast" Fahri replied. Zarra just found out that Fahri likes sports. "Because I saw that you were tired, I didn't wake you up. Poor thing, you only get 3 hours of sleep a night" continued Fahri. Zarra stared fixedly at Fahri. Now all his negative thoughts were completely vaporized unceasingly in his heart.

"Sorry, Brother. Last night Zarra went straight to bed in the shower. There was also the dawn prayer. Sorry Zarra yes, Brother?" said Zarra at last. Fahri scrunched his forehead in wonder.

"Any apologies?" Fahri asked.

"Yes. I should have Zarra nemenin Brother talk first. Especially the imam again dhikr, I fell asleep. Now, I should be the one who prepared breakfast for Brother, even Brother who prepared everything," said Zarra upset. He's upset with himself. Fahri chuckled at his wife's innocent words.

"Have you ever learned husband and wife?" asked Fahri. Zarra. He looked embarrassed. Fahri raised Zarra's chin gently. "Hey. Dear Zarra, a wife is coming to be happy. Not a servant or a servant. The husband and wife complement each other's shortcomings. Cover each other's shame. The wife is clothes for her husband. And the best husband is he who glorifies his wife. Brother prepared you breakfast because it was Brother's own wish. It's called tawadhu', which means to humble yourself to glorify the wife. The wife is also a human who also has a limit on her body. He can also be tired, tired and stressed. And that's where the husband functions, completes it," explained Fahri at length.

Zarra is really grateful to have a husband like Fahri. The worries are a little less. He also smiled. Clearly Zarra's beauty was in Fahri's eyes when she smiled like that.

"We're going to encourage and remind each other, right? You should not hesitate to confide in Brother," said Fahri reassured Zarra. Zarra nodded. "Yes, let's have breakfast first. That Abis we get ready to go back, huh?" said Fahri again. Again, Zarra nodded. For a moment, as Fahri ate his breakfast, he stared at Fahri's face. A pointed nose, whiskers and a thin beard. Her skin was clean and her straight hair was absolutely stunning. Zarra just this time could notice Fahri this close.

"Tomorrow we take care of your passport with your visa to Cairo?, yes?" said Fahri disperse the daydream Zarra. Zarra nodded with a smile. He drank the coffee Fahri gave him. Fahri smiled as he tidied his wife's hair, making Zarra blush in embarrassment. His face was red. Unfortunately, he was also wrong.

"Oh, I took a bath, brother," said Zarra. Fahri chuckled to know his wife who was wrong. He shook his head when Zarra went into the bathroom.

 

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"Welcome Mrs Akhtar Rahman!". Amira's voice sounded cheerful at the arrival of Fahri and Zarra. Zarra was embarrassed to hear it. Fahri's mother immediately greeted her daughter-in-law by kissing her forehead.

"Let's have breakfast first!" asked Ms. Fahri. Zarra also agreed. He walked to the dinner table with Fahri, Husna and Amira. Humaira is invisible. Maybe he was playing with his nanny. Meanwhile, Fahri brought their suitcases to his room on the second floor.

"Mother cooks special for you" said Ms. Fahri. Zarra smile. He saw the full meal on his desk. Soon Fahri came down after sitting in the dining room with them. Zarra picked up Fahri's plate with the food. Fahri's mother just glanced at him with a smile.

"Son, how will your studies continue in Cairo?" asked Ms. Fahri.

"Zarra how?".

"Tomorrow we will take care of the passport with the visa. He's coming with me, Mom. You see, next month we have to fly to Cairo" explained Fahri. Fahri's mother nodded happily.

"What is Bang Fahri's business here?" asked Amira. Effort?, inner Zarra. Zarra didn't know Fahri had his own business. Fahri and his family manage their father's minimarket. Minimarket also has 3 branches, each of which is held by Husna, Fahri and Amira. However, Husna has another business in the form of Muslim fashion boutiques that have just opened recently. Meanwhile, Amira, opened a contemporary coffee business and opened its store in Tunjungan Plaza 2.

"Usaha?" asked Zarra spontaneously. All eyes were on him. Zarra was as confused as their gazes. Fahri had already signaled that Amira would not tell him that. However, Amira sees no sign of Fahri.

"Lho, Bang Fahri hasn't told me that he opened a business for you?" asked Amira. Zarra was confused. He shook fast. Husna and Fahri's mother had already held back from laughing at the situation. Fahri had already hidden his face with a look down. His sister was indeed unable to compromise giving a surprise.

"So, Bang Fahri was renting a place in the minimarket. He wants to open a cafe for you" replied Amira casually glancing at Fahri. Fahri just shook his head. Damaged was the surprise he had planned.

"It's still a renovation, anyway. The plan is for you to return from Cairo cafe it can be done" continued Amira. Break down Fahri's surprise plan. Finally, Fahri and Husna really laughed. Zarra looked at Fahri asking for an explanation.

"You, Dek! Damaged is your brother's plan for Zarra's surprise love" Husna said, patting Amira on the shoulder. Amira only realized that everything she told me was Fahri's surprise plan. He closed his mouth and felt guilty for Fahri.

"I'm sorry, Bang Fahri" said Amira. Fahri chuckles at the cute Amira while apologizing. He could never be angry with his brothers. Zarra smiled at the familiarity of this family.

After breakfast, Ms. Fahri and Husna decided to go out to visit Husna's boutique. While Amira went to Tunjungan to check his new business. Zarra decided to stay home. He saw Fahri sitting on the back porch. Zarra took the initiative to get him to talk about the new venture. He brought her a glass of tea and his homemade churros.

"Sister, the tea," said Zarra. Fahri who was opening his phone then stopped. His eyes sparkled at the snack that Zarra had brought. Zarra sat next to him. He waited for Fahri to finish sipping the tea he served.

"Sister, I want to ask you about your new business, said Amira earlier," said Zarra carefully. He was afraid to offend Fahri. Fahri turned towards him.

"I'm sorry, Ra. Not a surprise anymore. Actually, it's my gift to you. You like to cook, have catering, why don't I make a cafe. Well, let's just channel a hobby. Just a long time waiting. The place is still completely renovated because the building is already ugly," said Fahri. Zarra looked at him deeply.

"Sister, isn't that an exaggeration?" asked Zarra. Fahri scrunched his forehead. "Sorry, Brother. I don't mean to offend Brother. I'm happy, happy even. But it costs a lot. Just for me. Who am I?" explained Zarra. Face lowered. He was not ungrateful or grateful for the gift. But he thought the gift was too big for him. A cafe. But she can't do anything as a wife.

Fahri let out a long sigh and smiled at his wife's humility. According to him, Zarra was too insecure. Zarra felt that she did not deserve the gift. He understood that he was the husband who had to awaken Zarra's confidence. He lifted Zarra's chin gently until their faces were faced. Then, hold both cheeks that are half wrapped in maroon hijab gently.

"Zarra, be humble but don't be humble. You are just like any other woman in this house. You are as valuable as any other Muslim. I, as a husband, have to make you happy. And this is how I give you a little happiness. You deserve it because you're my wife. Even if it were in my name, the result of that effort would still be yours as my living. Don't feel inappropriate for Zarra, but also don't forget to be grateful" Fahri explained. Zarra nodded with a smile. Fahri then smiled.

"So, I beg you to be pleased with whatever I give you?" Pinta Fahri again. Zarra nodded.

"That's for sure, brother. I will always be pleased with your gift" replied Zarra with a sweet smile.

"From today we will start a new life, Ra, as husband and wife. Bismillah I will guide you. Bismillah we go through everything together?, yes?" said Fahri. Zarra nodded with a smile. Then Fahri hugged her. He also rests his head on the shoulder of the man who is now officially his whole. A new day has begun. A new life and a new chapter in his life has just begun. Bismillah, he whispered in his heart.

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