CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad

Seruni smiled as their embrace slipped.

"You may be very surprised to see my whereabouts?"

Hanifah nodded before Seruni continued.

"I want to tell you everything, but it's not the time to exchange old memories. Before I introduced you to this guy next to me, he's my husband"

After saying his regards, Hanifah nodded politely at the equally friendly Sam.

Without waiting any longer, let his guests in, he whispered to Azam.

"What did you tell him this afternoon? Asha goes home to the house urinating, saying all men are annoying"

Azam chuckled at the sight of his in-laws probing.

"I said I'd marry another woman"

Hanifah narrowed her eyes.

"You ruined his mood as fast as today"

Azam nodded - nodding.

"I love it, Mama's daughter likes to do that to me. The turn of feeling the same isn't a big deal, is it?"

The voice that sounded later was from the lower kitchen stopping the guest chatter.

"Why the hell, he always drops my stuff? It used to be my iPad and my books, now my birthday cake. What the hell does he want? Will I intentionally make it again? Intentionally bother, deliberately irritate, intentionally everything deh. It sucks! How do I deal with that man, Ma? Mama?"

Hanifah found an amused twitch in Azam's eyes at Asha's shout. Azam implusively cleared his throat, asking Hanifa for permission through his eyes to meet Asha.

Well, so he overtook the woman who was spouting lava, facing anger alone. Look, how angry is Asha at him?

Azam leaned his body on the side of the door, greatly enjoying the view of Asha's body from behind. With her black hair unraveling long, the woman looks very beautiful wearing a bear apron that was once bought by Azam. Busy cut strawberries and small kiwi - small to put on the birthday cake.

Realizing someone was watching her, Asha again chattered. Move around here and there picking up plastic bags.

"After Mama gave me all the photos of Arsen, I kept telling her about Arsen's birthday, didn't I? Well, now look, she's getting married to someone else!"

The grunt was still around him. Oh, Asha is adorable.

Asha took the cake from the oven, the smell of chocolate immediately went out to all corners of the kitchen. The woman carefully sliced the chocolate using a cutter and sprinkled it on white cream. Occasionally put it in his mouth, making Azam tempted half to death.

"I wouldn't have told her that Arsen's birthday was tomorrow!"

Azam's imagination immediately fell apart hearing the sentence, next to his eyebrows raised. Don't like.

"Why can't you know?"

"Yes because__!"

Asha choked, her voice and body. As if someone had cut off her movements, Asha could do nothing. Asha turned around, a face that was slightly covered due to the random hair - the scramble was flushed red. His guess was wrong, it turned out that the one standing there was not Hanifah.

"Ang? Why is it here?"

That voice sounded trembling.

Azam folded his hands together on his chest, still feeling at home against the wall.

"Before you ask a question, miss. Answer the first question first, that's good ethics in establishing communication"

Feeling trapped, Asha circulated her gaze all over looking for a crack to escape. But stupidly, obviously - obviously the kitchen door is just one. Which is now in use Azam to monitor its poignancy.

"My mama will say it, so why should I tell you?"

This woman, she really wanted to hide all the facts about her son.

"Because you're his mother, and I deserve to know the slightest thing. As his father"

Asha was not as strong as she seemed, she wanted to end their conversation immediately. A woman's heart will not be able to return to the past she tried to leave behind.

"What made you come here? Where's Mama?"

"You're afraid that Iqbal Dirgantara's incident happened to Mama Hanifah?"

That's a conclusion, not a question. Azam erased the expression as Asha looked at her eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

The woman was angry and panicked.

"Applying to you, what else do you want?"

The kitchen was silent, no one spoke for more than a minute. Azam was happy to feel Asha's changed expression.

"Why surprised? Didn't I tell you that I wanted to propose to a woman?"

A second ago Asha was fixated, now turned angry when he thought Azam was playing.

"Oh yes indeed, I never forget the words of that one brother really, because___"

"Because you're jealous, Asha!"

The man cut quietly.

"You're jealous, you're angry. That's why you don't listen to my words well. That the woman I was referring to in my speech was you"

Asha was silent because of Azam's startling whisper.

The woman took off a chocolate apron that was so cute. His gloves were thrown in the trash, then washed his hands in the sink. He deliberately turned his back on Azam.

"It's 8 o'clock, I'm gonna take a break. You should also go home"

After drying her hands, Asha stepped quickly towards the foot of the stairs. But Azam did not remain silent, the man endured his departure.

"Asha Azzaliyah Zahrah, legally you are still my wife. Also in our religion. The talaq I dropped yesterday doesn't apply, you know why?"

One, talaq fell while Asha was pregnant. Two, talaq is in the doldrums. Ulama' madzhab Shafi' i stated that there was no and illegitimate talaq husband in divorcing his wife, forced or forced. I didn't want Azam at all.

Asha was silent, grasping the iron in her fingers with a shiver. Everything Azam said broke the charcoal. The woman took a step down, her defense collapsed that second as well.

The volume of his voice shrinks, the guise of days - days and days wasted by guilt.

"Abang, I have neglected my trust in you, I have wronged you, I left you for many years without news. While you are in the truth, where am I? I think badly of Brother, I judge you, I make you feel wasted, I make you estranged, and I also make you blasphemed. I'm nusyuz's wife"

Her voice weakened, Asha finally found the truth of every word to herself.

Ra Rabbi, how cruel he is. And coming back to Azam made him feel worthless.

"I'm not a woman who deserves to be with you anymore, I'm not a good wife and mother"

Her tears were dripping, feeling that she was very evil.

Azam felt pain instead of playing to hear Asha say her heart in such a way. Azam realized that if he took on the role of selfishness, did not know that Asha was also as hurt as he was.

"I don't care, Asha. The time - that time is over. I want you to come back, be the only woman standing by me. You're a good wife and mother, you've fought for her to live. You delivered him to martyrdom, ushering in one of the gates of heaven. You're a chosen mother"

"I___I'm scared, I ___doubt if you don't feel the same way you used to. I'm afraid___Abang...!"

Sobbing Asha spoke.

Quiet - silent Azam smelled a smile, so one of the complications because Asha was afraid of losing it? It's sweet the way this woman cries.

"Asha, love is not how that feeling grows, but about how it feels whole. Which will not decrease even though many tests hit it. What you and I feel now is whole"

Asha looked up, feeling Azam very tall.

"And what do you think of this brother as true love?"

Azam ducked slightly, draping Asha's hair behind his ears. Gentler.

"When you stand before me, look at you, and through your eyes say you are the only woman I will make a wife. That's true love, Asha. So simple"

Asha blinked, her lashes were flattering as if she was about to caress Azam's cheek skin because it was so close to them.

"I love you"

Wait for the next romantic part...

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