Don't Take My Son

Pending a Moment

Kharisa and Rafael just arrived at the house at half-eight, Kharisa lagsung into the room preparing a change of clothes because it will take a shower, his clothes are a bit wet because of rain. Rafael follows Kharisa into the room carrying his travel bag containing a change of clothes he brought from the mess.

"The room is narrow, isn't it papa?" In accordance with the size of the type 45 house, Kharisa's room is only 3x4 m and does not have a bathroom inside.

"It's Ok, the important thing is to be comfortable and there's you by my side." Temptation Rafael makes Kharisa cut his lips, he put his travel bag on the floor on the side of the bed. Kharisa room that is not too spacious neatly arranged, making the occupants comfortable. Kharisa turned on the air conditioner, although it was cold outside but the room felt hot for Kharisa, he was used to the cool temperature.

"I took a shower first, it's not comfortable that his clothes are wet." Kharisa said, he brought a change of clothes and towels to the bathroom next to his room.

While Rafael remained in the room, he watched closely the photo displayed on the wall, in one frame there are several photos of Rakha depicting her development since infancy, while lying on her stomach, sitting down, sitting down, when we can stand and walk until we are about three years old.

It was Rakha's development that Rafael missed. His heart rippled at the pictures, if time could be played when he knew Kharisa was pregnant, of course he would be responsible, would not let Kharisa raise their son alone. But of course time could not return, now he was very grateful to be united with Kharisa and Rakha, in his heart he promised not to waste them both, he said, now it is time for him to show his responsibility by loving and making them happy.

Ten minutes later, Kharisa had changed into a short-sleeved kimono dress, but both hands were covered by his instant hijab, for some reason she felt awkward to remove her hijab in front of her husband, even yesterday while sleeping with Rakha she still used her hijab.

Rafael was sitting at Rakha's study table, holding a picture of a cardboard framed paper decorated with Mcqueen stickers.

"The photo I printed for Rakha's schoolwork, had to bring a family photo to be displayed in her class, Rakha asked also to be displayed in the room, she who decorated the frame." Kharisa sat on the edge of his bed. His face looked fresh after a warm bath. He explained the photo because in the photo there is Faisal, fearing Rafael wrongly guessed he deliberately kept a photo of Faisal.

"Rakha was flirting and did not want to go to school because there was no picture of him with his daddy. I just look at the photo, fortunately mama nanya to her teacher if the family photo does not have to be with the mother's father, can be with the grandmother, or other families. Finally he wanted the photo, tomorrow he was excited to go to school." Said Kharisa while remembering that time that felt heavy he passed because Rakha kept asking for his daddy.

Rafael was stunned to hear the story of Kharisa, his heart felt sliced, which was a seed of jealousy burning his heart when he saw there was a photo of Faisal there, his jealousy immediately evaporated, which was now a sense of regret in his heart.

"Let's take a bath, will Isya pray together?" Kharisa said to Rafael who was still stunned looking at the photo in his hand.

"Ah yes, wait, we pray together." Rafael kept his picture back, a smile rising on his lips as he saw a picture in the frame sitting where there was a picture of him with Kharisa and Rakha while on a pirate ship 'Sky Pirates' in the arena playing in Bandung.

"Come for a bath. Bring a towel, don't you?" Kharisa again reminded Rafael who still had not moved from his seat.

"I borrowed your towel." Kharisa opened the closet to get a new towel for Rafael, then handed it over. Rafael went out of the room to the bathroom.

Standing behind the prayer priest who was none other than her husband moved Kharisa, this was the third time Raphael became his priest during prayer. At dawn this morning prayers congregate with Rakha as well, then the Maghrib prayer was in the cafe and now the Isha prayer.

Although the prayer reading is not too eloquent, the pronunciation of makhroj when reading the letter of Al Fatihah and short letters still sounds imperfect, but for Kharisa this is an extraordinary progress. He remains a good teacher for Rafael. He believes Rafael will continue to improve his worship even he once said he wants to teach it to his children later including Rakha whose knowledge and ability to read the Quran is more advanced than his daddy.

Raphael had just ended his prayer, he was still sitting on his alphabet, and so was Kharisa, his fingers were twitching counting the dhikr lafadz that he had spoken in his heart, glorify God's asthma with gratitude for what God has given him. Then he raised both his hands and prayed.

"What are you praying for?" Rafael asked after Kharisa had finished praying. Now they face each other.

"Hmmm?" Kharisa was a little surprised to see Rafael who was already in front of him facing towards him.

"I'm not praying? Slalu pray for me Sa, so that I can be a good husband and father, also pray that I become a better person." Rafael looked at Kharisa.

"God willing, you are always in my prayer." Kharisa replied, a sincere smile rising on his lips.

"Thank you Sa."

Kharisa just nodded his head, he was about to take off his face but was held back by Rafael.

"We pray the circumcision of two rakaat first yu Sa." Said Rafael with a smile.

"Shalat sunah rawatib ba'diah Isha?" Kharisa is not yet full to do the rawatib prayer, which he has routinely done new sunna prayers after the Maghrib prayer and dawn prayer or sunna prayer before dawn prayer. Though Faisal once reminded that he began to practice the sunah rawatib prayer, because of his extraordinary virtues, freed from the torment of hellfire, lifted his degree and awakened home in heaven

"What prayers?" Rafael asked back, as if he had just heard.

"Salat sunah before or after obligatory prayer." Answer Kharisa

"What is the prayer then?" Kharisa tried to guess in his heart the intent of Rafael, the prayer of repentance maybe or the prayer of hajat?

Raphael shifted his seat closer to Kharisa.

"The usual circumcision before carrying out the duties of husband and wife." He whispered half, but no one would hear his voice.

Rafael's words made Kharisa blush and a little surprised. What it means tonight Rafael will ask for his rights.

"Eh...." Kharisa looks clumsy.

"You mind? It's just the two of us." It seems like Rafael does not want to miss his chance, if there is Rakha he will not be able to dwell.

"Eh..iya.eh means no." Kharisa became nervous, in fact he had predicted that tonight Rafael would ask for his rights, but still he felt he was not ready, more towards the real shame. Rafael smiled broadly at Kharisa's reply.

"If so we just go straight away still have wudhu." Rafael stood up, but Kharisa remained unmoved in his seat, thinking from where Rafael knew about the circumcision prayer they were going to do, it seemed to have learned it. He himself had not had time to find his info or ask the experts, only ever heard a glimpse in a wedding sermon his friend. Kharisa finally stood up to start his prayer following Raphael as his priest.

When Rafael returned to face Kharisa, he reached out his right hand, Kharisa welcomed Rafael's hand to kiss the back of his hand. Then Raphael kissed Kharisa's forehead, making Kharisa swish. Actually Rafael wanted to offer a special prayer for his wife, unfortunately he forgot his reading, but had been tried on his ship.

They tidied up their prayer tools, kept them in the closet. Awkwardly Kharisa sat on the side of the bed next to Rafael.

"Sa, can I see your hair, still the same as before?" Kharisa did not reply, only nodding his head.

"I opened it." With caution Rafael opened Kharisa's instant hijab, his black hair draped to his shoulder.

"You are still as beautiful as ever, now more beautiful even." said Rafael honestly. Rafael's outstretched hand tidied Kharisa's hair behind his ear. Kharisa raised her head to look at her husband, and their gazes met each other. Kharisa's heart pounding began to feel, he bowed his head not strong against Rafael's longing eyes.

But Rafael's hand raised his chin until Kharisa's head was raised again, and Kharisa felt Rafael's face getting closer to him, making the hanger thump even faster.

Kharisa resigned when a chewy object touched his lips, he could only close his eyes while feeling a soft touch on his lips. This is not the first time that Rafael has been treated like this, when they went to high school several times they did it, this morning he got it. But still his body felt cold hot, even his palms felt wet.

The touch on her lips was getting deeper and deeper, more demanding that she unconsciously enjoyed it, even began to reply, her hands now moved around her husband's neck, occasionally squeezing her husband's short hair.

They don't want to take each other off, yet, even more passionate as if wanting to pay for their longing after a long time apart and now reunited in a marriage bond that makes them calm and comfortable pour out their longing and affection.

When they are more and more passionate to pour out their affection until they are not aware they are already on the bed with Rafael position to restrain Kharisa, suddenly HP Kharisa ringing, but they ignore it. Phonsel who was at Rakha's study desk continued to roar, floundering demanding the touch of the owner.

Disturbed by the sound that kept her ears growing, Kharisa finally broke away from Raphael by pushing him away.

"El's got a phone call.." he said with a gasp. With a heavy heart Rafael released his wife. Kharisa came down from his bed, grabbed his HP with trembling hands, stared at his HP screen, it turned out to be a vidio call from his mother. He tidied up his clothes and looked for his instant hijab, not wanting to be seen if his hair was a mess.

Kharisa managed his breath that was still breathing heavily, his heart still felt beating fast. After feeling calmer he pressed the green tombow on his HP screen, just to see the face of the little boy he always missed with a pouting face, seemed to be sulking.

"Momyy......I waited for momy in earlier not to call, Daddy where am I?"

Kharisa can only grin in front of his favorite son, feeling guilty because it had not contacted Rakha since noon, even though he promised to contact him.

After the Isha prayer he would contact Rakha, but because Rafael asked him to pray two rakaat he forgot his plan to contact Rakha.

"Momy...Where's daddy?" Rakha asked again, as if he was worried that his daddy had left if he hadn't seen him. Kharisa turned to her husband who was in the right sleep, still managing his breath, Kharisa could only pity to see her husband who had to quell his passion, but wrong himself too early to ask for his right to forget his son, and now it must be sincere that the activity was delayed for a moment.

seriated

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