Brotherhood Idaman

The Part 30

[The Day ]

3 Days later. Today is Laiqa's wedding reception day. The girl in the rosegold dress looked at the large window located in the modern architectural mosque. Look at him who feels he is the greatest human being.

About the taste, only she knows that her future husband is merely a place of impingement.

He closed his eyes, there was no harm. That love will grow.

Everything's gonna be fine. Bismillah... He wants everyone to worship Him.

Good men.

Not good to be kept.

**

All the sweet thanksgiving he could, the hospitality and the banquet procession were done. Now he is in a magnificent house. But still Syahdu decorated ornamental leaf grass and some fish ponds. No luxury furniture, dominated by wood and typical Compact design that is simple and multifunctional.

This is his in-laws house. Today it is more flowering because it is deliberately self-sufficient to welcome it. The clock is 19:30. The men, sister-in-law and including her husband had just returned from the mosque. The mother-in-law approached Laiqa and stroked the back of her focused hand wiping the dishes on the table.

"Go back to Shamil's room.there may be something to talk about."

Laiqa listened to the mother-in-law while looking down.

Mother-in-law smiled.

"Wear a little lipstick.."

Laiqa could only smile a little.

**

He opened the door of the room with a large closet that immediately greeted him on the right side.

Walking up to him who was engrossed in front of his laptop.

"Dining is still half an hour away." he said very unromantic for Laiqa.

Wudhu water that is still in the temple Laiqa try to elap with tissue.

Her husband always took care of her wudhu. He must have just wudhu, because where possible the prayer of Islam leaves this much ablution water. And Laiqa nodded, it was not strange for an ahlul Qur'an like her husband.

But...

Could this be something thrilling for her husband..

Her husband held her palm, looked at her smiling and kissed her soft hand.

"You tired?"

Laiqa shook her head despite wanting her to tell the truth. Her husband stood up and intended to remove the safety pin on her hijab. But Laiqa held him back.

"Sir.Who wrote what ?"

Syamil, the handsome, teary-eyed man paused for a moment and smiled.

"That's the first book, God willing, is about to launch. A little bit of editing. Doain yes ..."

Syamil clasped the delicate hand of the slowly nodding girl. He was a little disappointed with the attitude Laiqa had just put in. It has been more than three days with the busyness that they both do, Laiqa has not also wanted to open her hijab.

He looked back at his laptop.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.."

There's no answer.

Silent.

Just typing the keyboard.

Then guiltily Laiqa began massaging her shoulders slowly. It made that disappointment turn into longing.

Men will always melt with touch. Moreover, he had waited for a long time when there was a halal lover who touched and caressed him with tenderness.

Some of his hair bristled, it felt like he could no longer hold it. However, I don't know what makes between him and his wife like there is still a big fortress that separates.

"Well, how about after this we open the gift first?" Syamil said later.

Laiqa nodded with a smile, and it was so sweet, wanting it to taste like Syamil tasting it right then and there. But, the girl always seemed to make distance.

And the door was knocked. It's dinner time.

**