Bismillah I Chose You

Part 22 | Approach

بِسْمِ اللّٰهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْم

"With me reading Islamic books, I could learn about the religion I believed in without feeling patronized. The style of language and its delivery is very light and easy to understand."

- Shandra

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The shadow of the spontaneous words that the husband uttered yesterday always wandered around in his brain. A thin smile accidentally etched beautifully when remembering it, a tinge of pink also completes his silliness. He quickly shook his head, hoping that all that was now lodged in his mind disappeared without the slightest remnant.

"Why do you have the rich bells" exclaimed Farhan who had just come from his room and discovered his wife's strange behavior.

"It's okay. Let's have breakfast" Shandra said quickly tore the conversation away. It can be dangerous if her husband who has a high level of confidence knows, if he had time to think about her husband.

Farhan was just a mangosteen and enjoyed their morning meal in peace. His wife's cooking is much better now, and he really likes the taste of the food served by his wife's feet. Only the twang of spoons and plates as a backsound accompanies their eating rituals.

"Loe is neat. Going to the cafe?" farhan asked after drinking a glass of water prepared by his wife.

Shandra shook her head after she wiped the corners of her lips using tisue. "I'm not going anywhere" he replied, which made Farhan breathe a sigh of relief.

He will continue the approach as he did yesterday. Yeah, hopefully this way he can save his little family. Or maybe a little slow down the breakup that will happen at any time to his household. Yes who knows with the destiny of human life more mysteries and puzzles. Our job as human beings is to live.

"Why indeed?" shandra asked as she piled up the dirty dishes that she would put on top of the washing.

"Yuk road," he asked who managed to make Shandra's hand stop for a while.

He turned his head short and said, "Where?" The smile on Farhan's face was beautiful, receiving a warm welcome from his wife.

"Where to go, shopping or maybe a city park," his proposal then vertical coffee that his wife serves. Do not women really like to be invited to shop and go around shopping centers? Maybe that was the case for Shandra.

Shandra again shook her head with her hands that were endlessly cleaning the dirty dishes. "I don't like crowded places."

The man who was wearing the typical casual home clothes nodded in understanding. "Where do you want to go?" ask for a proposal.

Shandra seemed to think for a moment. To be honest, he would rather spend time at home with a stack of books as a friend. But she was also at a loss to reject her husband's invitation. What's he supposed to say?

"Hm, what if I refuse your request is okay?" his great-grandson was full of doubt.

"No papa, my guy just rhymes doang. No maksa loe kok," said Farhan relaxed and it successfully made Shandra exhale a sigh of relief.

Shandra nodded enthusiastically with a thin smile that rose beautifully on her flat face. "I haven't been to a bookstore in a long time. I want to," said the woman in a carefree tone.

Farhan looked happily at his wife's sparkling face. "Yes already if that's how we get ready first, maybe later a bit unfortunate we go."

Again Shandra nodded and gave a hint of the sweetest smile she had. "Thank you, Mom," he said involuntarily.

The ripples on Farhan's lips grew wider, and he purposely stroked the top of his wife's head. "Gue likes that call." Shandra's white face turned red instantly, the heat suddenly radiated all over her face.

"Gue can you ask for something like loe?" farhan asked with a pounding heart. The little nod that his wife gave him slightly made his heart relieved and rustled warmly. "Gue wants you to say my name is rich every day."

Shandra's forehead shriveled a little. "You mean I should call you 'Mas', right?" tanyanya.

Without hesitation Farhan nodded his head. "Loe doesn't mind, does she?" Shandra shook her head and said, "Well if that's what you want, I'll do it."

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As planned, right around ten o'clock in the morning they decided to leave. "Why are you even daydreaming here?" ask the husband who is still loyal to stand up without wanting to get into the car.

Farhan grimaced at his wife's question. "If you're not driving, right?" jest. Twice having a consecutive accident makes him a little parno if you have to drive alone. The shadow of an accident is still clearly milling in memory.

"What the hell," said Shandra as she walked towards the steering door, swapping positions with her husband.

The car runs at speed is splitting the streets of the capital city that is always crowded smoothly. After about thirty minutes of struggling in the streets they finally arrived at their destination.

Shandra's steps felt very light down the shelf after the shelf in the bookstore. His eyes were so agile looking for reading material, that he stopped at a row of best-seller bookshelves. Take one of the titles of Islamic novels that are so eye-catching.

"Loe likes to read novels too?" asked Farhan who had earlier intoned his wife's steps. Shandra turned her head back and replied, "Yes."

"Gue thought the collection of loe reading was just a dictionary KBBI doang," he cetusnya who managed to stop the movement of the hand Shandra who wanted to take another book.

"I'm collecting all kinds of books, no matter what I read. But if my novel only reads a few, like this," he said, pointing to the novel he had taken.

"Why the choice of loe books that rigidly so, from the beginning of the book KBBI continues now Islamic books, must ngebosenin tuh every page discussing verses of the Qur'an, hadith, and the like," farhan said according to what he had in mind. He does not like to read too much, even if required to read it as a form of obligation he in work. Like reading files and a number of business books for example.

Shandra slightly sighed shortly. "I read what I think is good and beneficial to my personal life. With me reading the big Indonesian dictionary, I learned word-for-word stuff that I spoke, spoke Indonesian well and correctly. But with me reading Islamic books, I can learn about the religion I believe in without feeling patronized. The style of language and its delivery was very light and easy to understand," he explained and immediately resumed his steps to explore each corner of the place.

▪To be continue▪