HALAL LOVER (Already Published )

Section 14

The young man blinked his eyes, holding the incoming sunlight through the gap above the curtains. Ghibran opened his eyes, surprised to find himself in a large bed. His body was covered in a thick blanket of brown color.

Last night, probably due to the effects of fatigue. The young man did not feel asleep in bed. Without seeing the girl in the slightest even to just say hello no. even though the young man knew, Azizah was already his legal wife.

The ghibran got up and sat down, leaning his head against the head of a bed made of teak wood. Brownish in color, with flowers. His eyes looked around and stopped in one place.

Now both eyes were looking at the beautiful white girl who was still asleep, on a sofa at the end of the window. Well, Azizah was still asleep with a gray sofa.

After seeing her husband fall asleep last night, Azizah also fell asleep and confused where to sleep. Finally, he decided to sleep on the sofa. In fact, the kebaya that the girl was wearing had not been replaced. Because of his exhaustion.

The ghibran kept looking at the girl at the end. Without realizing it, the young man smiled as he continued to look at Azizah. He was amazed to see the beauty of Azizah.

"Truely, if a woman looks prettier when she is asleep."

His mind spoke while smiling at Azizah who was curled up on a sofa. Ghibran realized from his daydream, he immediately turned his eyes and opened the blanket that covered his body. Ghibran steps towards the bathroom. Just wake Azizah up, thought the handsome young man.

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"Hey, wake. Azizah wake up." Ghibran tries to wake Azizah who is still asleep.

"Astagfirallahaladzim, how can this woman be my wife? This hour alone is still sleeping soundly," grumbled Ghibran speak for himself.

"Azizah, wake up. Wake up!" The ghibran reawakens Azizah, without touching the body of the girl before him in the slightest.

Heard Ghibran's words a little loud. Slowly Azizah opened her eyes, but she closed her eyes again when she saw a man standing before her only bare-chested with a towel on his waist.

"Astagfirallahaladziim," said Azizah surprised while keeping both palms on his eyes.

Seeing Azizah's reaction, Ghibran felt strange confusion. What was? What's wrong? Maybe that's what's on his mind. Realized she was wearing a towel around her waist. He was wearing a white shirt. It must be because of this that Azizah behaved like that, Ghibran thought.

"I'm already dressed. Come on, get up!" The ghibran reawakens Azizah.

Azizah slightly peeked behind the crevices of her palms. Determine whether Ghibran still has not worn clothes or has been wearing clothes on his body.

Slowly, the girl opened the palm that was blocking her eyes. Azizah finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Ghibran was already dressed, Ghibran just stood looking strangely at the girl.

"You're nothing-n, anyway! Pake the event does not wear all clothes," muttered Azizah.

"Yes, sorry. I had just finished taking a shower, so just use a towel doang," said Ghibran felt guilty.

"You too, so women wake up during the day" Ghibran said mocking.

"What did you say?" Azizah looked at the annoyed Ghibran.

"Yes, so girls wake up in the afternoon." Ghibran repeated his words. "Yaudah, take a shower, gih. It's noon" Ghibran said again, telling Azizah to take a bath.

"Yes" Azizah said, getting up and stepping up. Then suddenly he looked. "Revelation! Don't look around."

Azizah turned her head back to the front and stepped towards the bathroom.

"Who would want to look" Ghibran said slowly.

Azizah heard Ghibran's words, stopped her steps again, and looked back.

"What did you say just now?" tanya Azizah growled. Ghibran just shook his head.

"No, I didn't say anything. It's there! Take a shower, smell tau." The ghibran chuckled slightly, holding back a laugh.

Hearing Ghibran's words, Azizah grew furious and turned back arrogantly and stepped away from Ghibran. Ghibran still chuckled at Azizah's attitude.

\* \* \*

The young man was standing on the balcony of his room. He stared blankly straight ahead. Looking at the beautiful scenery in the morning, breathe the air that still feels fresh to feel. The Mentari looks carefree this morning, the light is radiated to touch the face of a handsome young man, white with dimples adorning his face.

"It's really fresh, the air in the morning. It's a new beginning, a new story in my life." Ghibran took a slow breath while smiling at the clear morning sky.

Crc ...

The sound of the door opening, the girl slowly walked out of the bathroom. Ghibran turned his head, looking at the girl. Again, he was amazed by the natural beauty that emanated on Azizah's face. Azizah continued to rub her long wet hair. Without him knowing if there was a man who was busy looking at him.

The ghibran kept smiling looking at Azizah from a distance. His straight, long, and lustrous black hair made him even more amazed. Even a slight drop of water soaked the girl's face did not escape her attention. The ghibran awoke from his daydream and immediately turned his eyes away.

"Astagfirallahal adziim" said Ghibran

Suddenly Ghibran coughed, his throat itchy. The young man's coughing voice was heard by Azizah, until the woman stopped the activity of rubbing her hair.

The girl was stunned, speechless after hearing that coughing voice. He immediately turned his head and was surprised to find a tall young man was behind him earlier. The girl hastily covered her long hair with a towel in her hand.

"You!" Azizah was a little misbehaved to see the existence of Ghibran there.

"Why?" ghibran asked confusedly, raising his hand and widening it.

"Why, why! Since when were you there? And what are you doing in my room?" Azizah began to get upset and immediately turned her body, turning her back to the Ghibran who was still standing.

The ghibran only looked at the strange girl, then slowly stepped towards Azizah. Hearing the sound of the young man's footsteps, made Azizah's heart suddenly beat so violently. I don't know what the girl felt.

"You forgot that you're married now, and have you forgotten that you already have a husband?" The ghibran stood right in front of Azizah, staring strangely at the girl.

"And one more thing, did you say that? My room? This is my room, not yours!" ghibran is upset.

Azizah just fell silent while pecking at the end of the towel on her head. Maybe the girl forgot that she was married yesterday. She had a husband, Ghibran, who was standing before her. He thought he was now in his room.

"Well! Be married? Husband?" Azizah looked on in disbelief at Ghibran's words. Ghibran just nodded slowly.

"Yes, when did you become amnesiac like this?" tanya Ghibran looked strangely at Azizah.

"Well, what are you looking at? Oh my gosh, you saw my hair!" pekik girl hurriedly made her towel as hijab.

The ghibran just gawked, staring at the strange Azizah. Maybe he did not think, how could Azizah forget the wedding that had just been held yesterday.

"Lho, why? Am I not your husband. So, I've been entitled to see your hair even more than that."

"No, nothing happened last night between us. In fact, I haven't even touched you yet. Last night I was asleep, so there was no way we could do it" Ghibran explained, assuring the girl in front of him that nothing had happened between them.

"You lied!" pekik Azizah, pointing towards Ghibran.

"Lied how do you mean? I have explained that nothing ever happened between us!" Ghibran began to be upset over Azizah's attitude.

"really?" ask Azizah slowly.

"Yes" said Ghibran quickly as he stepped away from Azizah. Azizah just bowed and stared pus down. By continuing to play the end of his towel that covers the entire hair.

"Even if we're married, but I can't give you that right yet. In reality, it is your right. But honestly, I can't. Forgive me." continued Ghibran.

Azizah was still standing, stunned. Now they turn their backs on each other. The girl bowed, sadness began to envelop her heart upon hearing the words from Ghibran.

"I'm sorry, maybe I'm not used to this. And I'm sorry, too, because I'm the same. I can't give you your rights as my husband."

"Not what Azizah, we know very well that we are married because we are betrothed, also without love." Azizah raised her face and bowed again.

"Now, can you leave this place first? I want to change clothes" pinta Azizah, still turned her back to Ghibran. Ghibran.

"All right."

The ghibran stepped away towards the lip of the door. Then, he opened it and passed away leaving Azizah who was still bowed, not daring to see the young man's departure.

Azizah dropped her body to a sitting position on the floor. He cried fondly remembering everything that had happened in his life. Had to get married because of an arranged marriage and hurt her own best friend, Aisyah. Now he really felt a deep sadness.

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The beautiful girl with khimar covered up her slender waist. Down the stairs, one by one slowly. Azizah looked from a distance, at the lunch table there was a family who was enjoying breakfast. The girl commented on the smile on her soft lips. Although it still feels awkward, because this is the first day he will eat food in the morning at his in-laws' house.

Slowly, the girl stepped over to Pak Haryo and Umi Aminah who were eating breakfast. There's a Ghibran too of course, right there. Who is now the legal husband of the beautiful girl.

Umi Ghibran turned her head, seeing the presence of Azizah. He smiled broadly at his daughter-in-law. Then get up from his seat after stopping eating activities. So did the father and son, they looked towards Azizah who was already standing by the dining table.

Mr. Haryo throws a smile at seeing Azizah but, not with Ghibran. The handsome young man was still engrossed in eating his breakfast, regardless of Azizah's presence there.

"Eh, umi's daughter-in-law is awake. Ayok, here we have breakfast with son," said Ghibran to Azizah, then Azizah to sit beside the indifferent Ghibran.

"Sorry, yeah mi. Zizah did not have time to help umi to prepare breakfast," said Azizah felt bad. Aminah just smiled.

"Ndak, anything nduk. Umi understood, you must have been very exhausted last night."

"Look, fast breakfast, son," said Mr. Haryo.

"Yes, bi." Azizah smiled and turned to Ghibran. From that moment on, he was the only one who was busy with his activities.

"Mi, By, Ghibran went to work first yeah." Ghibran wiped the corners of his lips with a cloth on the table. Then say goodbye to both parents.

"Tumben son, it's still early in the morning" said Aminah.

"Yes, in the office there's a lot of work. So I set out early on purpose" Ghibran explained.

After graduating from college, Ghibran was invited to join one of his companies. It's lucky, isn't it? When people have to work hard to find a job after graduation. The young man easily got a job.

Well, even working in an office isn't Ghibran's wish. He prefers the field of fhotography, but as a good child and also does not want to disappoint his parents. Again, he had to give up. Buried his desire to become a famous photographer.

"Alhamdulillah, abi is proud of you son. Now you can become a more disciplined person. It's not wrong if abi told you to take care of abi's company." Mr. Haryo patted Ghibran's shoulder gently. Ghibran just smiled.

"Yes, I say bi, my." Ghibran kissed his parents' hands in turn.

"Assalamualaikum," he continued, stepping.

Azizah could only smile and be silent at the sight of a family that she thought was very harmonious. 'Really, lucky Ghibran. Getting parents as good as Pak Haryo and Umi Aminah.' He looked at them.

"Wa'alaikum salam" said Azizah quietly, almost inaudible. While bowing, devouring breakfast in the morning.

"Son, wait," call Aminah, make Ghibran stop in his tracks. Then look back.

"Yes, why?"

"Didn't you forget something, that was left behind, son?" ask Aminah.

Ghibran was confused by his common words. Likewise with his brother who was confused to see the behavior of his wife. What is the meaning of his ummah, maybe that is what is in the mind of Ghibran. Azizah simply bowed and remained silent.

"Ghibran sense, there is nothing I forget my," said Ghibran conjectured.

"Are you sure, son?" tanya Umy Aminah made sure. With smile.

"Yes, my," replied the steady Ghibran. With a confused face.

"Your wife's a son."

The deg!

Azizah was surprised, when she immediately raised her face after hearing her mother-in-law's words. Ghibran was no less shocked, just gulped. Perhaps he had forgotten that this handsome young man had become a husband. Pak Haryo haya chuckled amusedly.

"Related, son. Salim with your husband" Ghibran's message to Azizah.

"Guggih, my." Azizah only obeyed her mother-in-law's orders. Then immediately got up and approached Ghibran who was still standing not far from the dining table.

The two people looked at each other. Perhaps, it felt like this still felt awkward for them. But they will get used to it later.

"Eh, uh, newlyweds, even a field. Look at his eyes later on."

Mr. Haryo teased them. Until now, shame has beenfallen both men. Azizah's cheeks are reddened like boiled crab. He blushed in shame and bowed as well as Ghibran who immediately turned his eyes. The umi just chuckled amusedly.

Azizah grabbed Ghibran's hand hesitantly. Then kissed the back of Ghibran's hand and said, "Be careful."

Ghibran just nodded and smiled, Azizah smiled. Ghibran passed away leaving Azizah. And Azizah sat down again to continue her breakfast after her mother-in-law told the girl to go back to eating.