Brotherhood Idaman
The Part 59
Syamil did not criticize, he said.
The sad Laiqa lay down and looked at her husband's back.
If I can't meet your love again in the real world, I hope you and that love will always be present in my dreams..
laiqa muttered and closed his eyes.
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*photo above is only a model, a picture of Syamil and Laiqa, sorry if there is a similar style of place and person, the style in this picture is only a mere edit, not the original scene.
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The city of Medina, clearly,
The healthiest city in the world, both healthy and the soul of its people.
Safest city in the world. It has the Nabawi Mosque, a magnificent mosque with gates that are cleaned 3x a day.
The city of millions of love blooms.
A city that offers victory and peace.
Where the Prophet became its leader. The place of history is recorded in the Qur'an.
Filled with doves that fly freely like halal love that wanders warmly all over the corner of the city decorated with eternal smiles.
On the quiet mountain of Uhud, befriending the cool desert-scented breeze, the teary-eyed Brotherhood touched the back of his hand from behind. He felt an incomparable warmth, crumbling in the most comfortable body that had ever embraced him other than his father.
He sensed mindfully, the Brotherhood was peeling with its left shoulder. Speak words of love and longing. Praising her beauty through friendly whispers right in her ears.
"Be an angel of my paradise forever and ever." he said softly as their eyes met.
The Brotherhood groped all parts of his face with an enchanted expression, lulled with all the gifts God had given him.
"ana uhhuka Fillah ya Zauji." (i love you because of God, my husband.)
The Brotherhood smiled and then kissed his forehead, approaching his lips until he arrived..
Tang teng tong ting tang tung!!!
Alarm sound beeping.
The clock is at 4 am.
"Astagfirullah.why stop the dream!!" Laiqa grimaced hugging his pillow in agitation. He immediately grabbed his phone and stomped the button turn off the alarm violently.
He then sighed seeing that the place beside him was empty.
Shamil must have gone to the mosque for dawn prayers.
Laiqa stared at the empty bed sadly.
She missed her husband's touch. Until her whole dream was about her husband.
Did he have to pretend to be sick so that Syamil again rubbed and touched it. Laiqa shook her head, really she cannot lie.
He decided to pray longer and more fervently than usual. He gave all his prayers to God. To pour out all sorrow upon God. Ask for strength, and patience.
For indeed patience and prayer are the most reliable helpers.
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The day changed, until the time when they were going to Madinah, now it was a matter of fingers. But Syamil continued to silence her, even as she tried to tease her husband in the kitchen while frying fish and in a pergoki by umi, still her husband was cold to her.
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Today she has finished accompanying her husband to a national seminar. And took some of the new files on his campus for Medina there.
Passport , visas are all complete, vaccines and medicines have been taken care of.
They arrive at a retro-style restaurant filled with monstera leaves as well as some large large ornamental plants, as well as a cute cactus. The cafe with white nuances serves Indonesian food, which is collaborated with refreshing modern authentic coffee.
Today her husband wears a white shirt and loosely beige oversized Chino pants. She seemed to dislike when many women who were visitors to the cafe looked at her husband.
Almost all of them don't wear veils. While Laiqa wears a long beige veil as usual and a plain oversize Sage-colored robe.
While waiting for food to arrive, Laiqa continues to compartmentalize or have him type various kinds of Hadith for whatever. What is clear is that he was very disappointed that Syamil brought him here with many aurat open around him.
"stop playing with your phone when you're eating"
Laiqa looked at him sharply.
"eat" said Syamil when food was available on the table a few minutes ago, a serving of Taliwang chicken, Soto Banjar and Coto Makasar.
Laiqa sighed.
"When you eat or not it's my business.."
Syamil looked at Laiqa in surprise.
"You won't care either." continued Laiqa again .
Syamil looked around and felt their position was safe.
"What kind of words is that?" tanya Syamil tried to calm down.
"You did decide to continue acting indifferent to me, right..? Then why should I care about myself? You have taught me how worthless I am in this world"
"What is this food for." said Laiqa in a flat tone.
Syamil stopped his chewing.
"Is there anything to talk about ?" ask Syamil after a quick drink.
"You're gonna keep going like this?" laiqa asked with a sigh holding back all her tears from flowing down.
Syamil stared at him silently.
"I've never dated a man in my life. Ye know?
But you're the first person who indirectly with all your attitudes and words says I'm a woman who falls in love easily and can't keep her sight.."
Laiqa smiled and shed her tears together. "thank you.."
Syamil looked down and looked at anything other than Laiqa.
"When I was MI (Islamic SD) you know how many love letters I received? But everything I use for wrapping paper cakes and fried foods that umi sell. Even some I make paper boats and I put them in a combination."
Laiqa sighed.
"When I'm MTS?(Islamic Junior High School) See how many times, many Brotherhoods are suspended just to cross the line of the Brotherhood and the Brotherhood in order to see me. But I was always busy with myself and just resisted it. It's exhausting too."
Syamil seemed to listen to everything that came out of Laiqa's mouth. Can he imagine it must happen to someone who has a near-perfect face like this wife.
"SMA, there were even teachers who wanted to propose to me but I immediately refused on the grounds that I would go to college in a distant place. On campus, how many sheikhs have asked me to be his second wife, his third wife even his fourth wife, I automatically refuse because there is no reason in here to accept it."
Laiqa sighed who continued to hunt.
"But at the one Brotherhood you've always been jealous of, you say that I'm a woman who can't keep her eyes on. Never once did I commit adultery or approach her."
"We just failed ta'aruf. That's also because I don't know what reasons make there people understand religion but refuse to be invited to the City of Medina"
"i was not born of Rahim the mother of an ustadzah of the calibre of the earth.not from the hard work of a high official who had many children Hafidz and Hafidzah Qur'an. But I live in a strong ideology of God, where I come from, and to whom I must go" said Laiqa shrivelled with eyes now squinted fixedly piercing into the eyes of Syamil.
"about dreams? You said it was Al Isyq.Both I admit the mistake and try to fix it.. But can I set the dream?, did the dream happen when I realized it? or do I have to tell you how many grueling nights I've been dreaming of you? the one who chose not to touch me may be for a long time."
Syamil sighed and looked around for a moment, thank goodness no one noticed this overly intimate talk.
Shamil rubbed his face and supported him with both hands while looking at Laiqa who continued to wipe his tears.
"Be quiet. It's a public place, keep your attitude okay?"
"why? are you ashamed of humans? are you not ashamed of the Qur'an that is attached to you..?
It's been more than three days, and this is how you treat a wife? Is this how you treat the Qur'an that you have memorized half-dead? To deny every clue of life written in it. to always put forward your lust? is that what you want? Keep living like this, doing a lot of practice but no mercy of God comes down to you because there is a wounded wife's heart."
Shamil covered his entire face trying to cover up the great shock that was inside him.
"Even now when there is a baby in my stomach, you can continue to behave like that. Did you really forgive me? or punish me and shut this marriage down slowly? "
"are you going to kill all my dreams about Medina, to someone I trust so much that I can live with her in a land far from my relatives and friends?" Laiqa was now as hiccupping as he could not resist all the feelings he had been craving all alone.
"they, out there adore you, say you are a gift, but I am someone who knows you better than your own parents.do not find the beauty of the Qur'an in you, only .. hundreds of verses that sound like tapes in a car. It means nothing .."
Syamil was seen crying silently in front of Laiqa while covering her face with both hands. He continued to pronounce Astagfirullah.
A few moments later, Laiqa said.
"Stop before it's too late. I can take care of this kid. But not with my dreams, say what do you want? Is this marriage.."
Syamil suddenly got up and pulled Laiqa's wrist to quickly follow him to the parking lot.
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