Contract Rahim

RK - Chapter 28

Yara wriggling sat koko the chicken began to earthy, dawn of dawn was able to brighten the day Yara even before sunrise.

The girl awoke from her deep sleep only to surrender to the divine robbi. Yara always prays dawn on time.

The girl understood very well how important the dawn prayer, so she did not want to miss because the dawn prayer was likened to the first round against the devil, so she did not want to miss the morning prayer, either we who managed to drop it or the devil who actually managed to knock us down with buayan until we fell asleep until the sun came and spent the full time barokah.

Yara was perfectly auctioned off, as the body was about to rise from her sleep, Yara was startled with a sturdy hand that was coiled over her stomach.

With a reflex movement, the girl threw away the big hand in no direction.

"Who are you.. !"

Jerk Yara while standing away from the bed. Erlangga was surprised by the young girl's clasping. His face that sank on the pillow he lifted perfectly looked at Yara who looked frightened.

"What's up..? Why yell..?"

Tanya Erlangga softly. Yara did not answer, the girl stared at the figure on her bed. His heart began to rage, between happy and disappointed.

Yara did not care about the man, she passed to the bathroom to get water. Don't forget the girl changed her clothes. Yara did not want to look cheap in front of the man who ignored her these three months.

The girl stretched out her prayer rug she solemnly performed the dawn circumcision prayer. The completion of the Yara circumcision prayer does not forget the thirty to two juz murojaah juz. Every day he repeats the memorization of as many as three juz.Aheading the icon reverberate.

Completed murojaah he recited, Al-Fatiha and surah al-mulk which he gifted to his parents who were gone.

Yara rose again from her solemn seat.As Yara was about to read the intention of the morning prayer her shoulder was held gently by Erlangga.

"Wait a minute...! mas take wudu..!"

Pinta Erlangga soft. Yara did not answer, but the girl obeyed her husband's orders.

After finishing the wudu, Erlangga stood right in front of Yara. Erlangga eloquently recites every hurup in the surah that is read.

After the Yara prayer did not forget to kiss Erlangga's hand with reverence, Yara did not want to linger, the girl rose from her seat passed leaving Erlangga. The girl was really disappointed in the man with her husband status.

Yara sat on the balcony of her room, enjoying the cool of the morning dew, which was accompanied by the light of dawn that began to meet.

It turned out that Erlangga did not want to lose the man, sitting next to Yara.

"What do you see from the sky...? Until you ignore me..?"

Tanya Erlangga softly. Yara glanced at him, then her gaze returned to the orange sky in the east upturn.

"You ask me, because I care more about the orange sky...? Did I ever ask you, why did you forget about your responsibilities..?"

Erlangga was silent, the speech sounded soft but pierced the deepest curls of the heart.

"I'm not ignoring you..!"

Erlangga tried to deny Yara's words. The girl smiled cynically.

"Three months you didn't see me..! from this flat stomach to this bulging stomach..! Did you forget the way to your apartment..?"

Yara said sharply. Erlangga back in silence. It was as if the man was taking his breath in.

"But I always meet all your needs, I also monitor your progress at all times, through Qila..!"

Erlangga continued to defend himself. Yara quickly twisted her body to face Erlangga.

"What's enough of that..?"

Without further ado the girl left Erlangga just like that.

Erlangga did not stay silent, quickly the man blocked Yara's hand.

"I'm sorry..!"

Erlangga said regretfully.

"Go home...! Aren't you afraid of losing your wife..?"

Syndir Yara with a sense of disappointment.

"Don't say that..!"

"I want to be alone...! I'm not arguing with you, I'm afraid to say something inappropriate, to say..!"

Yara came out of the room leaving Erlangga alone. The girl chose to go to the kitchen to accompany mbok Nah cook, but just now the girl stepped into the kitchen her entrails seemed to want to come out.

"Yahoo...!"

The voice echoed throughout the room.

"O Allah is not..! Simbokak already said, no need to go to the kitchen...!"

Say symbok hawatir.

"Yes mbok, but Yara kangen want to cook mbok..!"

"Udah, non sit down, come on, say symbok, non..!"

Get rid of the yambok on Yara. Finally the girl obeyed the order mbok Nah. Yara sat in the living room accompanied by a cup of warm tea and fries.

While Erlangga obeyed what Yara asked. Her heart throbbed pain hearing the sound coming out of Yara's mouth from the direction of the kitchen.

Erlangga wanted to be near his wife at this time, giving reinforcement, but the man was afraid that the girl was getting angry at him. Erlangga chose to stay in the room to check the report Kinan sent by email.

"Non breakfast is ready..!"

Say the symbok tell.

"Makasi mbok, please call me to make breakfast mbok..!"

Yara said politely.

"Yes, non..!"

Yara smiled gently at the symb. Before long Erlangga was seen down the stairs. The man went straight to the dining table. Erlangga was right to obey Yara's will. He did not dare to say a word, he was afraid that the girl would get angry with him.

Seeing that Erlangga had been sitting at the dining table, Yara sat down next to her husband. With a deft hand the white spooned the rice on the plate Erlangga, then poured water into the glass.

Seeing Yara's treatment that remained sweet to him, the man smiled, clearly visible on the face of the thirty-five-year-old man was so happy. Although Yara's attitude wasn't as warm as it was at first. But just like that was enough to make Erlangga happy.

"Thank you..!"

Gentle Erlangga. Yara turned to the man next to her, without answering her husband's words at all.

"If you're still upset with me, why are you doing all this, you're still serving me well..?"

Erlangga said full of questions.

"The color of serving the husband is a priority, has become the responsibility of a wife to her husband who will later be questioned in the achherat. The wife is the servant of the husband. As the Prophet mentioned.

And the woman is a servant to her husband, she will be held accountable”. (Schari Muslim).

I don't want to be cursed by God just for not serving you a meal..!!"

Yara replied softly but was able to slap Erlangga's heart.

"Sorry...! mas too often hurt your heart, forget about your interests.!, while you always put the interests of the public..!"

Erlangga said sincerely. Yara took a deep breath, It is painful indeed for what Erlangga did.

But Yara did not want to ignore what she knew. The Prophet has taught us wives, to observe how we are related to husbands. For the husband is a field of reward, and our determination in the hereafter, of our speed and position in the eyes of God, to be worthy of heaven or hell.

"Eat, get cold later..!"

Yara diverted the conversation. Erlangga looked at Yara for a moment, implied on the face of the ayu was a tinge of visible wounds.

Without permission Erlangga stood up and hugged the body of his wife who he wasted how many months. So foolish was the man, ignoring the diamonds just to get the pebbles strewn across the streets.

"Don't ignore me like this, I'm sincere if you're scolding me, hit me if it makes your heart relieved..!"

Erlangga said with millions of regrets in his embrace. Yara did not answer, the girl was only intrigued in her talk. Erlangga did not know what the cry was for. All he knew at this time, he did not want to hurt the heresy that God sent for him through the hands of his first wife.