HALAL LOVER (Already Published )

Section 21

The night wind is blowing a little bit tonight. So that the robe that was being used by the woman was dancing was swayed by the wind. Well, that woman is Azizah. A woman who must be sincerely arranged to make her parents happy.

Especially generally, because it is only uminyah who until now accompanied him. The abi had left the woman since she was in high school.

Although, now she already has a husband but still everything does not feel complete. Because, his current household has not been seasoned with love.

Neither himself nor Ghibran. Not not ready, but not ready. However, she never forgot her duties as a wife. That is, serving her husband well even if not in intimate terms.

"Allah" he said, as he fell into the night wind.

''Yes Rabb, I know, we have sinned because we have not been able to perform our duties as husband and wife. But I cannot do it, O Allah if not with one who is in love. Forgive me, your servant, Lord."

The woman continued to monologue still with her eyes closed. His hands were held so tightly. It was as if I was feeling a deep pain. Perhaps, he began to think back to his best friend, Aisyah.

"Aisha, where are you? I miss you so much. Don't you miss this friend of yours, Shah?"

Ghibran was standing behind Azizah without her knowledge. The young man silently stared at Azizah who spoke to himself. Sounds so sad, painful. Until, even the tears did not feel falling in the eyelids of Ghibran. Aisyah, that woman is a female figure that made her crazy until now.

Azizah rubbed her face rough, removing the remnants of tears that had unwittingly wet her cheeks. Ghibra was awakened from his daydream, and wiped his tears and pegi went back into the room. His intention to meet Azizah, telling the woman to go to sleep immediately, the young man simply paused. I don't know what the cause is.

The ghibran prefers to go to bed early. Let Azizah who is still on the balcony of her room. He tried to close his eyes many times, but still his eyes did not want to be closed.

"Aisyah," he said slowly, closed slowly asleep in sleep.

So strong was Ghibran's love for Aisyah, that it was able to make the anger in her heart slightly subside after saying the woman's name. Can Ghibran forget Aisha and love his wife Azizah?

Azizah entered the room and immediately closed the barrier between the balcony and her room. He turned around and saw Ghibran asleep in the window sofa.

Silently, looking at the young man from afar. Tight, very clingy the woman looked at. Until a small smile was unwittingly created on his father's face.

Azizah stepped towards the closet, then opened it and took out a thick blanket bringing it closer towards Ghibran. The woman covered Ghibran's body with a blanket, and Azizah also fell asleep in her bed. Not that they don't want to sleep together, but they're not ready for all that.

"Dad."

"Dad."

"Dad."

"Aisha, wait!"

The young man continued to chatter in his dreams. Azizah who heard it immediately woke up from her sleep and looked at Ghibran. Approaching the young man, afraid of why.

"Dad." Once again, Ghibran called the name Ayesha. Azizah stopped to wake the young man up.

"I know, you miss him a lot. Even I am the same. I'm not jealous, not at all. But, why does my heart seem to dislike hearing you call her name. Wh why? Really, I don't understand. What is this, what's wrong with my heart?"

Azizah spoke in her heart and walked back to her bed.

"Aziziah."

The woman stopped in her steps when she heard a voice calling her name. He was silent for a moment, pervading the voice earlier.

"Aziziah."

"You haven't slept, Zah?" Azizah turned her body and looked at the Ghibran who was already sitting on the sofa.

"Why not sleep?" ask Ghibran.

"Ha, no. I've been sleeping anyway, I just heard you again ngigau so wake up."

"Oh, I'm sorry that I interrupted your sleep. Yasudah, better get some more sleep now."

"Did you miss Aisha?" ask Azizah who is still standing. The Ghibran was silent and answered the question posed by Azizah.

"It's so stupid of me, why ask like that! Of course, he misses Aisyah" Azizah said in her heart.

"Ah, forget it, it's night. Good night" said Azizah a little misbehaved and went to her bed. Ghibran remained silent.

Azizah again laid her body on the bed, turning her back to Ghibran on the sofa there. The woman quickly pulled her blanket but her eyes reluctantly closed back.

"Azizah, what a fool! Ask him that, you fool! Uh, what's wrong with me? Why am I like a fool in front of him tonight. Astagfirullahaladziim, istigfar Zah, istigfar."

The woman continued to monologue in her heart, trying to neutralize the sudden taste so strange. The ghibran lay back on the couch but did not go back to sleep. The young man recalled the question from Azizah earlier.

"Well, I miss him so much, Zah, so much! But, this longing I no longer have the right to give him. It's all yours, Zah, because you're my wife now. I shouldn't have missed someone who wasn't my mahram. Meanwhile, right now I already have the right to this my miss. That's you, Azizah.

Ghibran spoke in his heart, looking at Azizah who was still behind him. Although he did not love Azizah yet, he did not want to tarnish the sacred bond of marriage by thinking of even missing another woman who was not his mahram.

The young man opened his eyes when the light of the sun touched his face. Ghibran got up from his sleep and sat down on a couch. His eyes were fixed on Azizah's bed, but the woman was not there.

"Where's Azizah?" he said slowly, then looked into the bathroom but nothing. There was no going to the balcony either. The young man ran out of the room, but the house was quiet as if there were no residents.

"Why is this house so quiet, where are Azizah and Umi?"

I don't know what he felt, instantly his heart immediately riled when he saw Azizah was no longer in bed. Unusually, he behaved like that morning. Ghibran decided to go back to his room, to clean up.

***

Azizah walked by carrying some plastic containing her groceries. The woman tried to recheck her groceries fearing that something was left behind. However, bruk! He collided with someone, the groceries carried by him fell apart.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry I didn't mean it." The man apologized while helping Azizah take her groceries.

"Yes, I'm fine ...." Azizah did not continue her speech when she saw the person who was now in front of her.

"Azizah," said the man glued to Azizah.

Now the two of them were silent for a moment, looking at each other. Their gazes were so fixed, as if there was a longing from the eyes of the two.

"Astag." Azizah came to her senses from her daydream and immediately stood up, followed by that person as well.

"I don't know if we can meet here." The person smiled looking at Azizah who was just downcast. "Oh yeah, how are you Zah?"

"Thank God I'm good, Mi."

Well, that person is Fahmi, someone that the woman once admired. However, because of that matchmaking he had to throw off the sense towards the young man before him now. Naturally, if he had been surprised because he was reunited with Fahmi.

"If you are, how?" azizah asked back.

"Alhamdulillah I am also good," replied Fahmi smiling.

"Thank God." Azizah smiled.

"Ghibran how's it going?"

"Thank God be good too, sorry well Mi I'm in a hurry, excuse me." Azizah said goodbye and walked away. Fahmi only saw the departure of the woman he loved with a sad look.

"I miss you, Zah, but I realize you belong to someone else."

Azizah walked by tightly grasping the plastic rope of groceries she carried. I don't know what that woman is feeling right now.

"Yes, God, why did you reconcile me with him? When this heart has begun to sincerely forget it, why should we meet again? I miss you Mi."

Azizah spoke in her heart, stopped her steps and turned around. However, Fahmi was no longer there. There was a look of disappointment on his face.

"God does not predestine us to be together, but I believe God has prepared the best for you."

***

"Assalamualaikum," he said when he entered the house.

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahiwabarakatuh," replied Ghibran who was sitting on the sofa in the middle room. Azizah immediately stopped from her steps and turned to Ghibran.

"Are you awake?" ask Azizah.

"Yes, where are you from?" The ghibran asked.

"From the market, I want to make breakfast first." Azizah passed away leaving Ghibran.

"There was something strange about that strange woman, it was not usual for her to behave like that. Usually, Azizah always answered in a mocking tone. There must be something," muttered Ghibran in his heart, looking at the bewildered departure of Azizah.

The young man walked towards the kitchen. Seen, Azizah was busy cooking breakfast. The ghibran stood behind Azizah without the woman's knowledge.

"Keep me up, O God." Occasionally Azizah wiped her cheek-drenched tears, and it was seen by Ghibran. The young man was confused.

"Are you in trouble?"

Ghibran's voice shocked Azizah, so she hastily wiped away her tears that kept falling on her cheeks.

"Azizah, are you okay?" Again the Ghibran asked.

The woman exhaled slowly, then turned to look at Ghibran who was standing not far behind her.

"I'm fine." Azizah smiled displaying a row of her teeth white and neat, a little bit of shuffled teeth on the right.

"But I don't think you're okay. The proof is that, you again fried eggs but the stove was not used," said Ghibran slightly meledek.

Azizah immediately turned around, it was true what the young man had said. The stove hasn't been turned on yet but the egg's been inserted.

"Astagfirullah, what have I done?" azizah said slowly, barely heard by Ghibran. Hurry up, the woman turns on the stove.

"Sotoy is so, you are. Well, if the stove has not been turned on but that does not mean it will not be disallowed," argued Azizah gave an excuse, then turned over the egg that was being fried.

"Masa? Don't lie." The ghibran stepped closer to Azizah. The woman was a little surprised, because now Ghibran and himself are very close. "I know that you are lying again" Ghibran said as he rubbed wheat flour on Azizah's cheek.

Azizah was surprised and gawked, holding her cheeks which were already filled with flour. Meanwhile, the young man had managed to escape before being discovered by Azizah.

"Ghibraaan!" yelled Azizah, took a handful of flour and immediately ran after the Ghibran. "Review you, if you can end up with me."

Ghibran ran and chuckled at Azizah's words, the woman continued to chase after him. The ghibran ran towards the middle room, chased by Azizah who already looked very upset.

"Ghibran stopped," cried Azizah who began to fatigue chasing after Ghibran.

"Ghibran stop!" Azizah sounded sick and felt the soy sauce chasing Ghibran.

Suddenly the woman fell on the floor with her eyes closed. Suddenly, Ghibran immediately stopped from running and felt surprised. Azizah fell unconscious, her voice no longer heard. The ghibran immediately ran towards Azizah. Seen, on his face a look of worry.

"Azizah, what's wrong with you? Azizah wake up." Ghibran tried to shake Azizah's body that was not moving.

"Azizah, wake up Zah. Good thing, I brought you some water first." The ghibran ran to get water.

Azizah opened her eyes and tried to look at the Ghibran pouring water. Seen Ghibran is finished, the woman rush back to close her eyes.

"Sgratimin, it's nice to be bullied," Azizah said in a whispering voice.

The ghibran came with a glass of water and immediately sat down beside Azizah. When he looked off guard, Azizah directly applied flour to Ghibran's face. Azizah immediately ran, Ghibran only gawked by holding his face that was already filled with flour.

"Yeay, it worked." Azizah ran straight into the bathroom near the kitchen. The Ghibran went after Azizah.

"Azizah open, watch out for you if I come out back," threatened Ghibran while banging on the door.

"Tell each other, I'm not going out. You're the first one, right," cried Azizah in the bathroom.

"Alright, I will not leave until you want to get out" shouted Ghibran.

"I don't care!" screech the woman.

"Well, you don't have to go out there. Because, I'll lock the door from the outside ok!" threaten Ghibran, a little chuckle.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom Azizah was very surprised to hear the words of Ghibran.

"What! So, I'll stay here? No, no, I don't want to sleep here." Azizah spoke to herself continuously holding the door.

"Where? Do you want to stay inside?" The voice of Ghibran came from outside.

Eventually, Azizah relented as well because it was impossible for her to sleep in the bathroom. The woman opened the door immediately, but Ghibran was no longer seen there.

"Alhamdulillah, it turns out that annoying guy is gone." Azizah breathed a sigh of relief.

The woman was about to step up but suddenly the Ghibran came from the side and directly applied the flour to Azizah's face as much as possible. Until now, his face was full of flour and white. Azizah was only speechless and surprised to get a reply from Ghibran.

"2-1 a. ha. ha.." Ghibran laughed in front of Azizah who was still gawking.

Azizah looked at the Ghibran who was still laughing out loud. After seeing the strange look from Azizah, the young man stopped laughing. But Azizah laughed. Ghibran looks confused to see Azizah's attitude.

"Why are you laughing?" ask Ghibran confused.

"That's your face. ha. ha. ha.." Azizah laughed again pointing at Ghibran's face.

"Your face too, ha. ha. ha.." The ghibran laughed, pointing at Azizah's face.

They both laughed at each other. The face that had been filled with flour made the two of them crumpled. At least, this makes a little feeling Azizah who had been upset because she met Fahmi again.

Until, they suddenly stopped from laughing, looking at each other for a while. There was a different feeling felt by the two at that time, the eyes of the two were so deep looking at each other. Could it be that the seed of love has grown between the two?

I don't know what feelings are now in their hearts. However, the two knew very well if there was something different when they looked at each other and were close together. Unlike before, there is no such feeling. Is it love?

Only silence now exists between Azizah and Ghibran. Both of their eyes were still looking at each other. Until, both were surprised by the sound of Fatimah who had just returned from dhikr activities near the house.

"Astagfirullahaladzim, Azizah, Ghibran." Fatimah looked surprised to see the two men, but there was a laugh that the middle-aged woman could bear when she saw the face of the child and his daughter-in-law filled with flour. Ghibran also turned to Fatimah.

"You why? Face, face of both of you .... " Fatimah did not continue her words because she could no longer hold back her laughter from earlier. "Huh.huh.." Finally, the woman let out her laughter as well.

"Why are you two? Just like a child, a cane of kayak gini," asked Fatimah after quitting her laughter.

"Umi's son, nih mi first," the Ghibran fight lied, obviously the young man who started it. Azizah who did not accept immediately gawked and turned to Ghibran.

"What! Lie mi, Ghibran first, it's good to accuse," elak Azizah did not accept.

"Well, but it's ...."

"But what? You can't frown anymore either" cut Azizah, cut off Ghibran's words.

"It is, you first or the Ghibran is not important. Now, you two better clean yourself up there first" Fatimah ordered.

"Yes mi," said Ghibran directly obey the orders of his mother-in-law. "I go first" continued Ghibran and ran straight away.

Azizah was a little surprised and ran after the Ghibran.

"Eh, good, I'll go first!" yelled Azizah as she ran behind the Ghibran. Fatimah was just shaking and smiling at the behavior of the child and his daughter-in-law.

Ghibran first went into the bathroom and Azizah inevitably had to budge and wait outside.

"Huh, you little bitch!" gerutu Azizah was annoyed. "Try on, the show says that I started first. Obviously, he himself goes first, sucks!"

"Here's where else, haven't come out yet. What a bath sleeps, the hell he is!"

Azizah continued to grumble over the incident, while waiting for the Ghibran who was cleaning up. Several hours passed, but the young man did not come out either. The woman fell asleep in bed, waiting too long for Ghibran.

Ghibran also came out of the bathroom. The young man was a little surprised to see Azizah who was already asleep. He stepped closer to the bed, rubbing his hair with a small towel. Smiling at the sleeping Azizah.

"Sleep instead of shower, you freak girl!" the Ghibran Plan.

Ghibran walked up and sat on the makeup chair of Azizah. It is clearly reflected in the view of Azizah's sleeping face. And, the idea of jail Ghibran also reappeared in the young man's mind. He smiled mischievously looking at Azizah.

***

"Well, wake up, hey wake up!"

Ghibran tries to wake Azizah who is still sleeping. Slowly, the woman opened her eyes and stood up.

"Wake up, take a shower! Instead of taking a bath instead of sleeping," said Ghibran a little chuckle.

"Particularly, you're taking a really long shower, what's the sleep shower? I'm going to fall asleep" Azizah grumbled.

"Okay, take a quick shower. I'm gonna go out for a minute." Ghibran stepped towards the door of the room.

"Where?" azizah asked, but Ghibran stopped from his steps without looking at the woman.

"There is an office business" replied Ghibran and left immediately. However, when he heard his tone, the young man seemed to be holding back a laugh.

After Ghibran's departure, Azizah stepped into the bathroom. However, his steps suddenly came to a halt as he passed through his makeup mirror. What was? Is there anything strange? The woman immediately saw the reflection of her face and held both of her cheeks. It was clearly visible there, not only white but now his face was like a clown.

"Ghibraaan!" yelled Azizah annoyed.

The ghibran who was going down the stairs suddenly stopped walking when he heard Azizah's loud cry. Even those who were in the kitchen until they heard the screams. The young man only chuckled softly and resumed his steps.

"Where are you going, lee?" Ghibran again stopped from his steps, when he heard the voice of his mother-in-law. The young man immediately looked.

"It's mi, Ghibran there's a little business outside."

"Oh, like that, you're careful on the road well."

"Yes mi." Ghibran kissed the back of Fatimah's hand.

"Eh, Ran. That's why Azizah, who was screaming so," asked Fatimah remembering the scream.

"Ghibran also does not know mi," replied Ghibran withholding his laughter. "Yes, Ghibran went first well, Assalamualaikum," the young man said.

"Getishalight."

Ghibran went out leaving Fatimah confused by the cry of her daughter.

"What happened to Azizah? Why is he yelling like that, not usually." Fatimah stepped away.

 

\*

 

"Tell you Gibran! Could be looking for an opportunity in narrowness. Basic sucks! Look out, I'll pay him back. Wait for my revenge, weird guy."

Azizah continued to grumble while combing her hair. Ghibran is not the first time they have been married. Even when they lived in the house of Ghibran Azizah never escaped the ignorance of the handsome young man.

"It turns out, after marriage I came to know the real Ghibran well." Azizah smiled as she tied up her long hair. "Eh, wait a minute, but why on campus is he so indifferent. Especially with a woman. Well, but not with Ayesha."

"Dad, ah! I miss him so much. How are you doing there, Shah? I miss you so much." Azizah smiled and put on her hijab.

When she was done, Azizah decided to put her clothes in the closet. In fact, the clothes of Ghibran he has not input kelemari. Well, because they just came yesterday, so haven't had time to clean it up.

Azizah took Ghibran's suitcase and opened it and took the young man's clothes out of the suitcase one by one. Until he saw a book tucked between the clothes and pants belonging to Ghibran.

"Hey, wasn't this the book at the time. The book that was left behind in the cafe. What, that weird guy still reads it? If you look around it seems like this book is not too thick, has it not been read? Or did the Ghibran deliberately read it over and over again?"

Azizah looked through the contents of the book and each sheet she opened slowly. Until the beautiful woman found a photo there, her position was reversed so that she could not immediately see what the photo was.

"What photo is this?" azizah said curiously, then took the photo and turned it over.

"Dad."

Well, it was Aisyah's photo, very clearly seen in the photo Aisyah who was busy reading books.

"Where did that shitty guy get this photo from? What do not-don't, he deliberately fhoto Aisyah secretly. Just incredible! So great was Ghibran's love for Aisha. Fhoto Aisyah he still keeps.it feels, evil once I am, separating the two of them. I'm just a barrier to both of them, but what can I do?" The woman again kept Aisyah's photo in the book.

"Fahmi, I also met him. I had a dream, to be his wife, but it was as if fate didn't approve. The universe would not allow it. In fact, it never occurred to me to be the wife of a Ghibran whom I did not love at all and vice versa. God, how long are we going to be like this?" Azizah closed the book and put it back in the suitcase.

"I also don't know, until when will we be like this continue Zah. But, to be honest I'm getting comfortable being around you now. And it feels so different, I don't know if it's love or not. But, if it's love then I'm very grateful for being able to love someone who is halal for me and I deserve to love, as a wife."

Ghibran spoke in his heart, the young man was standing in the doorway. Azizah who turned her back did not know the whereabouts of Ghibran there. He was about to enter the room, but his steps stopped when he heard the voice of Azizah who spoke to himself earlier.