Brotherhood Idaman
The Part 44
He then cleared his throat...
Smiling at the audience.
"Let's make the Qur'an as the one that flows quietly in our hearts, and then incarnate into the most melodious voices. When two foreign hearts are joined. The Qur'an is the meeting place. Intersectional point. Something we always look for, which can ultimately dampen anger, number differences, makes us inspired to focus on a sincere intention to give everything. Complement anything less. Covering up everything that is not good. And it just brings a lot of benefit in it..." Said the man calmly and passionately to the entire audience.
Laiqa was unable to say anything. He felt the security in his heart. The calm is at the highest level. Feeling loved as something fun as well as a very heavy thing to keep.
Remembering, beside him was an ahlul Qur'an, whose heart was very soft because of the Qur'an. People who will forgive him many times. At once who will be very angry many times if he is negligent or just a little wrong way.
And certainly the person who managed to make him at this moment fell in love again. Deeper than ever.
***
Closed with Do'a a committee approached them to take a photo together and give a parcel. And Syamil's gaze was always on Laiqa's bag. He knew the phone was still shaking.
"if it is important you should lift it." said Syamil in the car park.
Laiqa. He stared at Syamil's plea not to force him.
She was just afraid that the call would make her husband hurt. Because his gut says so.
"how are we going out again today? i... would you like us to watch a movie based on that religious novel?" laiqa. But Syamil shook his head. Her husband got in the car without a ba-bi-bu.
"don't want to..??"
"cinema huh?" ask Syamil while starting the engine of his car. It was already dark, they had indeed returned home after the magrib prayer.
"he said the film was good and the proceeds from the film would be donated to Palestine."
"later on, I had a lot more to do than go to a place like that.."
Laiqa was silent, wanting to lash out and upset but why today her husband looks so much more handsome than usual.
He ignored his intentions and simply enjoyed the good looks of Syamil's face while driving.
"the book is yes ..who must sign it..?" ask Laiqa. With a sweet call that made Syamil frown.
"whatever?" ask Syamil.
"can't I call my sister with that call?"
Syamil grabbed Laiqa's hand and then kissed her. "can.."
laiqa's face flushed.
"yang's hand was very cold right on the talk show" said Laiqa wanted to divert the desire to fly in his heart.
"yes.."
"just.a little nervous. Not used to such material."
"material about love?"
"yes, it's usually about the Qur'an.."
"but let's do it well." said Laiqa, looking at him deeply as their eyes met.
"astagfirullah.ga focus me.." said Syamil suddenly with a hasty breath. He felt like he was about to hit the vehicle in front of him.
"aduuh. mending we stop by first.." persuaded Laiqa.
"yes, it's a good idea.we stopped by.."
Syamil turned his car to SPBU, to fill the gasoline. Laiqa saw that looking a little laugh.
After filling up the gas, Syamil parked his car in front of the minimarket.
"sister came to the toilet first.."
"ha?"
Syamil immediately kissed Laiqa's cheek quickly while whispering,
"i mean, I stopped by the toilet first.want nitip?"
Laiqa shook her head, "i can buy my own."
she thought her husband would cover to the place to eat his food to SPBU aja. Finally he bought some face masks for facial skin nutrition in the minimarket, imagining wearing them together 2 after this grueling day. Maybe it would comfort her heart a little.
Suddenly when he wanted to pay, his hape rang again. Still the same number..
Laiqa shook her head slowly. Standing at the door a little far away. Then he took the call.
"Assalalalay.. Laliket.."
the voice across from the voice of the woman he knew.
***
POV author, though,
About who called?
How important is it to call so many times?
