Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

In Room (Part2)

Assalamu'alaikum Warahmatullah's...

Assalamu'alaikum Warahmatullah's...

Fazila and Refal. They both turned to the right and to the left, indicating that their prayers were finished.

I don't know what good Rephal did until God blessed him with all happiness. Which he used to see black, dark and dense, and now he only sees a colorful rainbow.

Thousands of signs of gratitude cannot replace all the blessings God has given. Be happy? Of course that was all that Rebal was currently feeling. Really, nothing is lacking in his life. He had even heard his best friend say 'Don't rush to say I'm happy, because actually the hardest moments of the marriage will start in the first five years, if you're up to the trials of the first five years assume you've graduated'

Fopping. Refal muttered after remembering the words of his best friend.

I will never have a hard time as long as the wife who is with me is as good as Fazila. Inner Refal again, he received a helping hand of Fazila, without Refal guessing Fazila began to kiss the back of his hand with reverence, sticking the back of Refal's hand on his forehead while shedding tears.

Tears of sadness? Of course, the answer is not that, because at this time there is nothing happier than the happiness felt by Refal and Fazila.

"I'm happy, thank you for choosing me even if you had to." Fazila began to open a voice between the silence of the air.

The clock on the wall was at 23:30 but there was no sign that Refal and Fazila were drowsy.

"There is no need to thank you, because I am the one who won in this condition. I feel like I have obtained a priceless treasure." Reply Refal while cupping Fazila's beautiful face which is currently still wrapped in blue mucus given by her mother-in-law, Madam Asa.

Time passed, love grew, and in my veins flowed matchless bliss, growing with gratitude that I continued to cultivate. For the umpteenth time Refal muttered again without releasing his eyes from the beautiful netra of Fazila. It was as if that gaze was gently caressing the bottom of his deepest heart. All the fear and sadness that had come to him had paid off with all the happiness that he currently held in his arms.

Bismillah. Allahumma jannib naassyyaithana wa jannibi syaithoona maarazaqtanaa.

By calling the name of God. O Allah, keep us from the interference of Satan, and keep Satan from interfering with what you shall provide for us. Refal draws himself closer to Fazila while reading the do'a.

Slowly, Refal began to untie Fazila's face. Appears the perfect face of Fazila without a head covering cloth. Fazila's long black hair was glistening in the light of the chandelier above her head.

"This long, beautiful hair that's always wrapped up, am I the first to see it?" Refal asked as he held onto Fazila's hair, the smell of roses emanating from the hair making Refal want to linger sipping on the fragrance.

While Fazila? No reply came out of his mouth. He just wants to enjoy tonight with her, the first man who has managed to make her fall in love. Without the words of Refal, he stood up straight from the top of his alphabet, and then carried Fazila with all his might. Again Fazila could only resign. He even held his hand around Rehal's neck without being able to take off the charming smile from his thin lips.

Slowly, Refal placed Fazila on the soft bed they had occupied for almost a month. And surprisingly, they never did anything other than stare at each other in admiration. And one more, lying in a state of holding hands. It's weird, but that's the truth. It is not easy to get close to a stranger, it takes a little time for that, while Refal and Fazila, they need a month for that.

They then played the most beautiful melody of love that man had ever intended. Appointed in *******the two of them to give birth to noble generations. Hugging tightly in the embrace of worship, shedding all the lusts that have been halal in the sweat while being together. The most perfect form of love in human life.

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The time had been set at 3:00am when Fazila woke up from her deep sleep. He realized that his slender body was in the warm embrace of Refal, and that made him smile while looking at the perfect figure that was currently beside him.

It felt like Fazila wanted to smile at that one word, actually the perfect man did not exist, it was women who idealized what they were like.

While Fazila, the ideal man according to him is a figure who always clasps tightly in his hands in joy and sorrow, listening to his words when he asks her to come, and leave when she is asked to leave. It's simple, isn't it? But that's love, sometimes we need time alone, and sometimes we need a shoulder as a backrest.

"Refal, I gave up everything I had. I pray to the Almighty that this relationship not only reaches the world, but to Heaven.

Thank you for the beautiful night you gave me. I'm happy, and I feel perfect." Fazila said in a soft voice, a second later he began to float his kiss on the top of the head of Refal. Currently the bodies of the two human children were only wrapped in a thick blanket, after worship between a married couple, Refal and Fazila chose to sleep in each other's warm embrace.

"Sleep in a minute, I'll wake you up later." Fazila said again with a smile towards Rehal who was still asleep.

Alright. It's time to wake up. Conscious Fazila. Fazila's mind while tucking her long hair.

A shower! That was all that came to Fazila's mind at this time, he had to take a bath no matter how cold the water was because he had to perform the Tahajud Prayer.

There's no place to complain the best than on your prayer mat, there's no better time to complain than in a third of your night. For at that time your Lord came down to embrace your heart, and to stretch out your breast.

God's waiting.

Trust me, your heap of pain. My myriad of wants you, your tired breadth will be missed in a third of your night. The prayer that you pray during tahajud, is the same as the arrow that does not miss the target.

Thirty minutes passed since Fazila finished his bath and then performed the Tahajud Four Rakaat Prayer, currently he is still sitting quietly on his alphabet, reciting and then offering prayers to the Power.

O Allah, O you who are merciful among all. Let me and my husband be among those who ask forgiveness. Make me and my husband Your servants Sholeh and Sholeh and faithful. And make me and my husband among Your Auliya who are near by your side. With Your tenderness.

O Allah, make it for my husband to be a verbal convert. A heart that is always grateful. And grant him the sustenance of love for me, and love for the one who loves me, and make his business to good.

A heart-sourced do'a will make you shed tears unplanned, and right now that's what happened to Fazila. His voice was hoarse, his voice was asking but his voice was barely heard by his sobs.

In the meantime, Refal? He could only pretend to sleep seeing and hearing every speech that came out of Fazila's mouth, he realized or not his chest was pounding back very hard.

O Allah, O hope of those who long. Prepare for me a portion of Your vast Grace, guide me to Your light teachings. And guide me and my husband to Your joy filled with Your love.

Aamiins. Refal and Fazila at the same time.

Oh my God, I have no reason not to love this woman in front of me? He's much better than I thought. Refal muttered while covering his head with a thick blanket that covered his body. While his lips could not stop carving a smile.

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