HALAL LOVER (Already Published )

Section 16

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The young man sat leaning on the head of his chair with both palms as support. His eyes were closed considering that a girl with a long hijab covered up to her waist. A sweet smile always adorns her beautiful face.

Ghibran rose from his seat, exhaling a rough breath. Rubbing your face with both hands.

"Oh Allah" he said slowly.

"Where are you, Shah? Why did you leave, without saying goodbye. Why did you just disappear, why? I know, you're hurt. Heart's broken. But I am also like you Shah. I'm as hurt as you are, as broken as you are" he continued, staring at a piece of photograph in the hand.

"At least, don't act like this. Poor Azizah, she always blames herself for the cause of your departure Aisha."

"This feeling is still stored neatly, in the heart of this Shah. I don't know if I can love a woman other than you. Even now Azizah and I are married. Not one bit of this feeling lessened for you Aisyah."

Ghibran held the photo tightly into his arms. Tears did not feel like flowing, soaking the cheeks of the young man in white. He still could not forget the woman he had admired so much. Even though he is now a husband of people.

"What I've done." The Ghibran awakens from its fall, remembering Aisha. The young man kept a photograph on the desk upside down.

"I'm sorry, God. I shouldn't have acted like that. I will sin if I think of any woman other than my wife. Forgive me, God. I'm sorry Azizah."

Ghibran rubbed his face rough while exhaling. Then look straight ahead with a blank look. Then the young man sat back in his chair.

***

Azizah is cleaning the yard. He watered the plants that were there. Seen from a distance, the mother-in-law came to Azizah who was busy with her work.

"Sir, is it finished yet?" ask umi Aminah. Azizah turned her head and stopped her activities.

"In the meantime, why?"

"Hmm, umi's going out for a second. You wanna come?" Umi Aminah made an offer.

"No, mi. Zizah is still a lot of work," declined Azizah softly while smiling.

"Yes, don't be too tired. Let's get pregnant quickly" said Aminah. The sudden speech of his mother-in-law made Azizah surprised and only speechless.

"Yes, umi left first. You be careful at home," continued Umi Aminah, patting Azizah's shoulder gently.

"Excite, mi. Careful." Azizah kissed the back of her mother-in-law's hand. Umi Aminah just smiled.

"Assalamualaik."

"Getishalight."

Umi Aminah went by leaving Azizah at home alone. Azizah still looked at the departure of her mother-in-law until she was not seen again. A smile on his father's face. Then, the girl continued to water the plants.

Now Azizah was alone in the big house. He walked to his room after he finished watering the plants. The girl sat on the bed and threw out her body which was getting tired. After a whole day of homework. The girl remembered, the words of her mother-in-law who told her to get pregnant quickly.

"How can I get pregnant fast? Me and Ghibran have never done that. I am not ready, God. I know what I'm doing is wrong and sinful. But I am not really ready, O God. Forgive Azizah mi, for not being able to give what umi and abi want,"

said quietly the girl while closing her eyes. He fell asleep on a Ghibran bed.

Starting in the afternoon, the time has shown at 16:15, the time Ghibran profit after a day of work. Ghibran came out of his room, he accidentally saw a woman wearing clothes like Aisyah. Walking towards the main door. Hurriedly, the young man walked over to chase after him.

"Aisha, is that really Aisha?" He muttered as he ran after the woman.

Until he got outside the office and saw the woman was on the side of the car with a man. They look so close too. The ghibran was silent in the office looking at the woman with a man. The woman looked towards Ghibran who also saw her. Then the woman got into the car and drove away.

"Ah, it is not," said Ghibran slowly.

"But why that woman. Similar to Aisyah? Ah, maybe I'm just missing" he continued, stepping into the parking lot and getting into his car.

Along the way, the young man kept remembering the incident earlier. Until, he looked back at the figure of the woman outside the middle walking similar to Aisyah.

"Dear of it!" Ghibran stopped his car, then got out of the car.

"Aisha, wait!" ghibran shouted, running towards the woman who was thought to be similar to Aisyah.

"Aisha," call Ghibran.

The woman turned her head, and made Ghibran a little surprised. Apparently, his face was different. The woman was not Aisyah, whom she had been looking for and longing for.

"Why, mas?" ask the woman a little confused.

"I'm sorry, wrong guy." Ghibran smiled bitterly, the woman only smiled and then left Ghibran.

"Astagfirullah, why is everything like Aisha? Is that how much I miss him?" The young man muttered as he walked into the car, then drove away in his car.

Meanwhile, Azizah fell asleep on a bed belonging to Ghibran. Maybe he was tired from his work all day. Also, because her brain was always thinking about Aisyah who just disappeared.

Ghibran reached his home, the handsome young man got out of the car. Tiredness is not so he felt. Precisely, the young man was being overwhelmed with a very deep heartbreak because of the incident earlier. It was always Aisyah that she saw, even as if there was only Aisyah who was now always seen by her neutrals.

"Assalamualaik." Ghibran said his greetings as he knocked on the door. But there is no answer.

"Lho, really, the door's not locked." The ghibran was shocked when he pushed the door open.

The ghibran stepped in, entered the house. However, the house looked very quiet. As if there were no inhabitants. The ghibran is confused.

"One by one, where are Umi and Azizah?" Looking around the house, there was not a single person he saw.

Ghibran sits on the sofa in the middle room. He rested his head at the end of the sofa, closing both eyes. Now, his heart really felt agitated, riled and gruff. I always thought about Aisha. And now he is married. Shouldn't be, keep thinking of other women besides his wife.

"O Allah," said Ghibran, exhaling a coarse breath.

"Why do you still have this feeling in my heart, O God? But now I have a wife. Why, I can't forget Aisyah, why? O Allah, please remove this feeling from Aisha. I'll sin if I keep thinking about other women besides my wife." He murmured in his heart.

"Aisha, where are you? How are you doing there? Hope you're okay," he continued, rubbing a rough face.

Ghibran got up from his seat, stepped towards his bedroom. Ghibran opened the door, and was seen in Azizah's bed still asleep. The ghibran stood by the door, looking at Azizah from a distance. And, his jail brain started working. He walked up to Azizah who was asleep.

"It seems like the perfect time to retort this shitty girl this morning." Ghibran smiles mischievously.

The young man kept his briefcase on a small nightstand near the bed. Then, he looked for Azizah's makeup tools neatly arranged on the dressing table.

"What! There's only time for this?" gerutu Ghibran, holding Azizah's makeup tool that is perfunctory. There is only baby powder, lip gloss and a small bottle of telon oil for babies.

"His mood, that annoying girl is not good at dressing up. Hmm, how do I want jahilin him?" Ghibran began to be confused and just sat in a dressing chair.

"Aha, I know." Ghibran smiled ignorantly.

Ghibran approached Azizah who was asleep. Then do his prank act. He applied as much baby powder as possible on Azizah's face irregularly. It was not enough, then the young man smeared lipmatte belonging to Azizah that he had found in a small pouch belonging to Azizah.

Perhaps the effect of fatigue, the girl slept very well. Even the ignorance of Ghibranpun not a bit he felt. Ghibran smiled with satisfaction, after seeing the face of Azizah who had cypress filled with powder and lip matte. Then, the young man went to the bathroom.

It didn't take long, and Ghibran finished his bath. And he came out of the bathroom and immediately did the Ashar prayer. When he was finished, Ghibran sat down on a long sofa. The place where Azizah usually sleeps all night. The young man smiled amusedly looking at Azizah's face. Azizah was still asleep in her sleep.

"Astagfirullah, what is this guy kebo? I didn't wake up from earlier. What, I wake up, yeah? This is late afternoon. Maybe he hasn't prayed."

Ghibran got up from his seat and walked over to Azizah. But, he was confused how to wake Azizah.

"How about waking him up?"

"Azizah, Zah. Hey, wakeup. Come on get up." Ghibran wiggles Azizah's body. Azizah however remained motionless.

"He slept what fainted, anyway. It was hard to build," continued the young man began to get upset.

"Azizah, wake. This afternoon." Once again, Ghibran awakens the girl in front of him.

Azizah began to blink both eyes. Faintly, he saw the Ghibran standing before him.

"Curl, wake up" Ghibran ordered.

Azizah again closed her eyes, and instead immediately pulled the body of Ghibran. Until the handsome young man was now beside her. Ghibran was surprised, but suddenly he continued to look at Azizah in front of him who still closed both eyes. Now they seem to be hugging while sleeping.

"If, look around. This shitty woman, beautiful as well" praised Ghibran, looking at Azizah.

"Astagfirullahaladzim, what did I say earlier?" The ghibran nodded and immediately turned his eyes.

Azizah opened her eyes and opened her eyes. When he saw Ghibran already in front of him, he was looking at him. They looked at each other for a while. There was a different feeling that the girl felt. Suddenly his heart was racing faster than usual. 'Dug, dug, dug'. That's how the girl's heartbeat sounds now.

"Aaaaakhs!" yelled Azizah, pushed Ghibran away and stood straight away.

The ghibran fell down and was still lying on the bed in shock and confusion.

"What were you doing?" asked Azizah, turning her back to Ghibran.

"lik! You must be ..." said Azizah did not continue his speech. Fear began to cover him.

"What's? If you talk, don't half. Come on, keep on saying."

Azizah turned around, turned to Ghibran and looked at the young man in annoyance.

"You must, will ...."

"You what? I'm your husband, it's only natural to do that. That's my right, isn't it?" The ghibran cut Azizah's speech while chuckling softly.

Azizah just fell silent and started to get scared. He squeezed the tip of his hijab. It is true what Ghibran said, if now they are husband and wife. And the Ghibran has the right to do anything against Azizah. However, the girl was not ready for all of those things. Tears began to fall on the cheeks. The ghibran who saw him was a little surprised, then chuckled back to see Azizah.

"Hey, why are you crying? Nothing happened. Relax, you are still like before. I did nothing with you" Ghibran said, standing before Azizah.

Azizah was still silent, bowed. The ghibran sat back on the long sofa.

"Trust! I didn't do anything with you. I just woke you up. But, you pulled me and ended up falling like that. If I knew it would be like that, I wouldn't wake you up" Ghibran said, explaining at length and a little upset.

"Certainly, like that?" asked Azizah, raising her head to look at Ghibran. Ghibran just nodded quickly.

"It's afternoon, have you prayed yet?" asked Ghibran, Azizah just shook her head slowly.

"Just pray there."

Azizah turned around and stepped towards the bathroom. Suddenly, Ghibran called Azizah. As a result, the girl had to stop from her steps.

"Hey, wait!" call Ghibran.

"What else?" Azizah turned her head, a little annoyed.

"I thirst. Can you make tea first?" pinta Ghibran's.

"Have it, can do it yourself. It's late in the afternoon, I haven't prayed," Azizah refused, turning around.

"Eitt, did you forget? I am your husband now. Do you want to be an ungodly wife?"

"Hmm, yeah. All right, I'll make it, "sorry Azizah.

Ghibran ordered Azizah to make herself a drink. Because, if not then the ignorance will not run perfectly. And, he was sure that his parents had gone home.

Azizah went to the kitchen in a fit of annoyance. Quickly, he picked up a glass and started making tea.

"He thinks who he is. As if, telling me. Yes indeed, he is my husband.tapikan, it is afternoon. I have not prayed and bathed. You son of a bitch!" gerutu Azizah's.

Finished making tea, the girl walked away from the kitchen. And met his mother-in-law who was surprised to see the face of Azizah.

"Sir, wait son," call Umi Aminah.

"Yes, why? Umi's gonna make some tea, too?" azizah asked, turning around with a cup of tea.

"No dear, what's your face? Are you wearing a mask, son? But, why is there lipstick on your face."

"Masker" said Azizah slowly.

"Azizah, don't wear my mask." Azizah began to be confused.

"Curl, come with umi."

Umi Aminah pulled Azizah's hand slowly, taking her to her room. And now they are both standing face to face with a large and long mirror, until the whole body is visible.

"Now look at your face."

Azizah saw his face mirrored, she was surprised to see his face was spruced filled with white powder and lipstick. This must be the work of Ghibran, he thought. Quickly, the young man forced himself to make tea. Apparently, there is a purpose and purpose.

"Sorry, mi. Excuse me, zizah."

Azizah came out of the room in a fit of annoyance, while still bringing tea to Ghibran. Azizah walked towards Ghibran's room. Angry, angry and upset now he feels. Apparently, Ghibran was standing under the stairs with an amused chuckle. Azizah approached Ghibran with annoyance.

"This is what you did, right?" asked Azizah annoyed.

"If, yes, why?" Ghibran chuckles amusedly.

"Now, you're a bitch"" Azizah gave the tea to Ghibran, and the girl stepped away.

Ghibran laughed in satisfaction, giggling with amusement at Azizah's departure. Azizah turned around, looking annoyed at the Ghibran who was still laughing at her. Then, back to go to his room. Umi Aminah who saw from a distance just shook her head watching the scene between the child and her daughter-in-law.

Meanwhile, Azizah was sitting while cleaning her face. An annoyance felt by the hijab woman. The poor Ghibran really made Azizah angry. How could it be, the young man did that to her.

"Who does he think he is? As if, saying this is all the same to me," muttered Azizah while cleaning her face with a tissue.

"Your husband."

Ghibran was already standing behind him, Azizah only gawked at the presence of Ghibran behind the mirror. Seen, the young man displayed his trademark smile. It looks cute, but if you see that smile it feels shady. Azizah stopped cleaning her face. The girl immediately turned her head, looking at Ghibran who was still standing behind her.

"When have you been here?" asked Azizah feeling confused.

"Just now" answered Ghibran leisurely, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Why? You must be surprised, Dad?" Ghibran chuckled softly, mocking Azizah who was in confusion.

'Well, obviously, I'm surprised. People are suddenly here, like demons. Astagfirullah Azizah, what did you say earlier? Don't forget, this man in front of you is your husband. You should be able to respect him.'

The girl stood in her heart, looking out at the Ghibran sitting on the edge of the bed. The ghibran only displayed his smile seeing the confusion on Azizah's beautiful face.

"Why? Why is your facial expression like that, looking at me? I'm handsome huh?"

Ghibran raised his thick eyebrows in front of Azizah's face. Even very close. That feeling, now began to be felt again by Azizah. His heart always beats faster if a Ghibran approaches him. What feeling he is feeling. It made Azizah even more confused.

'What feeling is this? Why is it that every Ghibran approaches me, my heart beats so fast. What is this taste, God? It feels, just like my official against Fahmi. But why does it feel so different? I've never felt anything so good with Fahmi. What, I'm starting to fall in love with this weird guy? Oh no! No way, is this fast the sense of it present?'

Azizah muttered in her heart, looking into Ghibran's eyes and her raised eyebrows.

"One week, you," cried Azizah, away from Ghibran.

"It's not bad, but you have to realize. If your husband is handsome, he is handsome" said Ghibran, bragging about his good looks.

"You should have been lucky to have been married to a man like me" Ghibran said.

"That's a damn thing, you. I, if it wasn't for being betrothed. Don't want to, marry you. A guy who sucks and is weird!" as Azizah was upset and walked away.

However, Ghibran quickly withdrew Azizah's hand. Until the girl was carried away, fell in the arms of the Ghibran. Now, the two men hugged each other on the bed. Their eyes momentarily looked at each other.

'What's this? Why am I so at home lingering on this shitty woman's face.'

Ghibran spoke in his heart, smiling faintly at the face of Aim Azizah. Azizah was the same, she just stared silently at Ghibran.

'What is this feeling, actually? Am I starting to like it? Ah, it's impossible. In this heart is still neatly stored the name Aisyah.'

Ghibran continued to stare fixedly at Azizah's face, until unconsciously he always smiled looking at Azizah. Azizah began to realize the treatment of Ghibran and immediately released the embrace of Ghibran. Then push the young man's body.

"You, don't get a chance, Dad!" Azizah was upset standing beside the bed.

"You mean?" tanya Ghibran stood beside Azizah.

"Well, you were, how dare you hug me" muttered Azizah.

"Absolutely, can't you hug your own wife?"

The deg!

Ghibran's words made Azizah silent. True what the young man said, it was not wrong to embrace him. Because right now, Ghibran is her husband and has the right to do anything to her.

"At any time, we are halal and I have the right to do anything against you. Even more than that," continued Ghibran staring at Azizah, the girl just fell down.

"But, unfortunately. I don't want to do that, rather I can't and I'm not ready" Ghibran said, sitting back on the edge of the bed.

"Sorry Zah, I can't do it yet. And I'm sorry, about that prank. Yasudah, now it is better that you take a shower and continue to pray. Haven't you prayed yet?" Ghibran got up and left Azizah.

Azizah was still silent and now she collapsed too. Dropped the body to the floor limply. True indeed, now they are halal, but not yet equally ready to do the duty. moreover, because this matchmaking has destroyed someone's life, namely Aisyah her own best friend.

Guilt comes back to haunt Azizah. He cried a lot remembering Aisyah who was somehow now where. Wanting to feel, he prostrated himself to apologize to Aisyah. However, the woman knew, all that would not change the situation and Aisyah's heart was broken.