CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN
#73
*B*bornahrahmaanirrahim*
Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad
Wa'ala Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad.
"I love you, always whole"
Azam closed his eyes for a while, Asha's confession seemed to have stitched up his wounds. Through the intervention of the Almighty. It turns out that Asha is the line that Azam must keep straight. Together they walked a new road, crossing from the gravel.
"Then you should stay by my side"
Azam summarized the face he longed for, the warmth of the hand spread throughout Asha's body. Making the ice evaporate, Asha coated Azam's fingers with her own palm.
"I'm sorry, because I once left Brother"
Azam took Asha into his arms, peeping long the tip of his head gently. He said that he loved Asha. Until it feels unwilling to let go of their embrace.
Asha enjoyed the moment curled up in Azam's chest, muttering in a muffled voice.
"Do we have to be like this until dawn?"
Azam's laughter swept over Asha's lily-scented hair, the man finally willingly took off his embrace after a full minute of silence. Still too amazed by the peace that just happened.
"Go to the room, and change your clothes Sha"
Asha snorted, as if Azam's orders were difficult to do. Azam raised his brow next to the reaction.
"In the living room there are my parents, would you like to meet them in a short nightgown?"
Azam spread his eyes to Asha's bare feet, continuing to climb up to the part of his thigh that was covered slightly with a cloth bearing the image of Winnie the pooh. Instead of being uncomfortable with the actions of Azam who looked at him vulgarly, his eyes were rounded with one hand closing his mouth.
"Umm__mi and Abi are here?"
Asha looks panicked, Azam soothes her by stroking the surface of her cheeks gently.
"You'll find out soon enough. Come on, should I go with you? Arkha is coming soon"
Urge Azam to be impatient.
Asha still had time to ask, even though his back was pushed by Azam. Forced to climb the steps one by one.
"Aa' Arkha? For ap___?"
Azam clucked bitterly, accompanied by a scream restrained Asha.
His arm that was busy pushing Asha, was now pulling on Asha's waist. Cuddling and hugging from behind. So tight that Asha felt imprisoned.
"Task a lot, you're still chatty"
Said Azam pura - a cruel temple, making Asha's face scowl.
"I was just asking, why did Aa' Arkha come so far away from Kediri?"
Azam touched the hydunga near the woman's cheek, his whisper made Asha bristle.
"Hm, doesn't marriage need a guardian, baby?"
The darling?
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"There are many opinions of scholars' regarding talaq and the reference, Azam. For example, when the woman is still in the iddah period and her husband asks for a referral back. Then only with jima' can they be a couple again. But some scholars' claim full validity is to say verbally that he wants to refer to his wife. In your complicated case, make a decision that approaches the ma'rufnya. Although the talaq that you dropped was illegitimate, you separated for several years. Abi suggests perfecting your marriage again with a reset, also to avoid any misunderstandings"
The connection was on the loadspeaker, so Hanifah and both parents listened. Azam was longing, but his adoptive parents were performing Umrah in Makkah.
"I understand Abi, Jazakullah Khairon...I'll do it in a minute"
Kiyai Lathif replied with a do'a for Azam and Asha.
"You've provided a guardian, a dowry, and two witnesses, right?"
Her ashes uttered Hamdalah across the street, again giving their marriage blessing.
"You want to talk to your Umi?"
Tawar Kiyai Lathif is Azam. Shortly afterwards, Halimah's enthusiastic voice was heard because it got the right to talk to Azam.
"Umi was happy, son, but unfortunately Umi and Abimu could not be there. Stop by the house when we finish this Umrah service"
"Take Asha to you, Azam. Watch not to make her cry again"
Azam's lips rose at a moment.
"I just made her cry"
There was a tone of protest from Halimah, but Azam responded with a distinctive relaxed style.
"I'm just saying that he's my true love, so he's crying. Am I wrong?"
Halimah laughed, although her voice was caught not so clear.
Just then came the roar of Harley motorcycles outside the fence of the Iqbal Dirgantara residence. Hanifah knew who was coming, opened the door.
"Umi, I'm turning the connection off. Give my regards to Abi, may his worship always be smooth"
"Yes, may your business be made easy by God"
"Thank you, Umi. Assalamu'alaikum!"
Arkha's face appeared behind the door, carrying a red helmet. Tangled, the journey from Kediri must not be easy to make his face blisters so.
Hanifah helped him take off his jacket, not forgetting that Arkha kissed his mother's forehead.
"Om__Tante"
Arkha greets Sam and Seruni, almost killing Azam's head if - if his emotions are hard to control.
"I feel like I just want to smash your face, Khairul Azam. Damn, 3 hours on the street. If it wasn't for my sister___!"
Arkha growled not to play, but eventually relented also by stopping his dirty whispers to Azam.
Especially when Seruni said that Arkha increasingly looks like Iqbal Dirgantara, stature is also a way of speaking. Arkha increased, with his body up in the living room.
The man broke the most handsome smile, lifted a thumb at Seruni and patted Sam on the shoulder.
"When - when to invite me to join if there is a big project, Captain"
Arkha.
After that Arkha asked his guests for permission to clean up. It was hard, causing laughter
"The guardian must also be in style, I don't want to lose to the bride"
Arkha went up to the attic of the house, suddenly there was a noise up there. Who else if not Arkha and Asha?
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Getting married is not just collecting materials to build a house. Marriage is the tranquilizer of the soul, the keeper of honor and glory.
Azam shaved, because he had another opportunity to perfect one of the sunnah of Prophet Muhammad SAW. In the Qur'an and Hadith it is mentioned that the position of a woman is as a couple, jewelry, eye light and religious pole.
Isn't Asha so fit to have all four? Yes, Asha is the fourth - the four he seeks.
Let yesterday's bitter memories be proof of his testing, which has been passed gracefully.
At exactly 20:30 Azam steadily welcomed the helping hand of Arkha Dirgantara, starting his story again.
"Ya Khairul Azam, uzawwijuka 'ala ma amarallahu min imsakin bi-ma'rufin au tasriihim bi ikhsaanin"
"Qobiltu nikahaha wa tazwijaha bil mahril madzkuur halaan!"
No more than a minute of the process took place, not for the first time but still Azam's heart was pounding. It was like a hammer was hitting from inside him, especially when he saw Asha sitting across from the sofa. Only wear a long brown dress combined with pink, hijab-tone stick out to her waist. Why is Asha so beautiful? Like a sparkling diamond.
The woman smiled as Seruni pinned the ring on her ring finger, then accidentally met their gaze. Azam through an eye gesture asked Asha to come closer to him, and innocently Asha did as she was told. The two manics looked at Azam questioningly.
Azam.
"Nothing, I just wanted to kiss my wife"
His arms pulled the waist of Asha softly, landing a light peck of fur on her woman's forehead. Not realizing if his intrinsic actions brought awkwardness and deheman - deheman from the family and ranks of G30RM members.
Thank you for readee's still faithful...
The author wants permission in the next few days like can not be up (when the time is part - part romantic) because the author there is a little problem that must be dealt with immediately.
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