Halal Me With Your Parent's Ridho

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POVS. DANCE

How much gratitude I have unceasingly expressed to the Owner of Life. For the opportunity He gave me, His sinful servant. Indeed, behind a disaster there is wisdom that we can express like that is true.

The events of yesterday made me realize how much we have to be really careful in acting, acting and speaking. Sometimes something we think is just a small problem can be a big problem for others. A thing we thought was over but still running for someone else. Yes, that's how humans we can not guess what is in the heart and mind.

To be honest, I feel sorry for Mas Setyo I don't think he can do things like yesterday. But I do not blame the actions he did to me, because I think because everyone must have made a mistake. But not with my husband, he can't relate to his cousin's actions.

Now everything has been in its place - each, as well as the two of us. Back to our house in Malang to put together a new page in our lives after the bitter events that happened yesterday.

Sometimes when night falls, and when I start to wake up the bad shadow of yesterday's incident comes to say hello again. Which made me wake up with gasps and cold sweat droplets that soaked my entire body.

But as much as I can hide this from my husband, hoping that I will soon be able to handle it myself. I don't want to make her worry about what's happening to me. Every time it happened and I woke up immediately I woke up, then purified myself and performed the evening prayer. Yes, it can reduce my fear a little.

" Dek, why every night prayers ngak wakein Mas. "

Questions from my husband, which made it difficult for me to answer. Find the right reason to not be suspicious.

" I'm sorry, I couldn't wake up. " Answer.

Our relationship is now very close, both inner and physical. Yesterday's events were like eroding the distance that yesterday was between us. To be honest before yesterday's events, I was still a little doubtful about the feelings between us. But the doubt disappeared, not left when I saw her crying because of me.

" Deck. "

" Enggeh Mas's. "

" I have a surprise for you. " His voice was right in my ear, which made me crumble because I felt his breath scented with mint filling my sense of smell.

" What is Mas ? " Task me without stopping my activities that are making it his favorite Javanese fried rice.

" Ra-ha-si-a ..." he said as he bit my hooded ear but the bite could still be felt.

" Yes, if you want to talk. " I replied, turning off the stove because the fried rice I made was cooked.

" The name is also a surprise Deck, if told that the name is not a surprise donk. " She was still stuck behind me with her head resting on my shoulder which made my movement a bit difficult.

Tonight we were at home just two, Ummi and Nafisa Kemabli to Kediri this morning while Ibuk returned home because there will be his brother who held a celebration.

" I took a plate for a while, he said he was hungry. "

" You still want to stick. " His speech was relaxed without the slightest intention of letting go of his embrace.

" Eat first, soon will be the Adhan of Isyak lo Mas. "

He lazily let go of his hand that had been curled up in my stomach with a bent face.

I can only shake my head with it. Immediately I took out two dishes on the shelf that were on the other side of the kitchen for the place of the fried rice I made.

I was a little surprised when I came back and the fried rice I cooked had gone with the pot. But I saw the tv in the living room in front of the kitchen was lit. Soon I stepped into the tv room. The same sight that I often see these endings.

My husband was already sitting cross-legged on the carpet with a frying pan in front of him scooping the fried rice and stuffing it into his mouth. Yes, this is the habit of Him that I do not understand behind his nature that is so calm, quiet and charismatic there is another side like this.

" just watch until my skillet is scuffed. " My insinuation is for him.

Which only he replied with a smile, which then scooped the fried rice and told me to open my mouth.

" Accl...... "

Yes this always happens when we are eating together, He always forbids me when I will eat alone. He would bribe me until we were both full, and sometimes he would feed me first after he ate.

We finished our dinner just as Isya's Adhan was reverberating. Immediately I lifted the pan and put it in the wash and prepared to follow him to the Mosque in our residential complex. Because on Friday night this is usually held a study and yesterday the Manager of the Mosque asked Him to fill out a study.

" Where to go "He stopped my steps as I was about to step up the stairs to our room on the second floor.

" Want to change clothes, all of you prepare clothes for Sampean. "

" I've prepared it in the front room, just change the clothes there. "

I furrowed my eyebrows together because I did not understand what He meant.

" Come, "He led me into the front room.

Sure enough on the mattress I have seen my syar.i and mukena gamis on the mattress and next to her clothes Koko and her sarongs.

" Do you really want to pack that one ? " Ask me.

I just nodded and immediately brought my clothes into the bathroom, I was still embarrassed if I had to change clothes in front of him. Forgive me for not being able to fulfill my duties as a wife.

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The atmosphere of the mosque has begun to rame filled with worshipers who will follow the routine study on Friday night which has become a routine agenda. Gus Syam and Tari ride the matic motorbike to go to the Mosque because it is located quite far when taken on foot. Until there they separated in the parking lot, Gus Syam went to the male worshipers while Tari joined the female worshipers.

" Assalamualaikum "

" Walaikumsalam, "Answer to the youth of the mosque who were gathered in the courtyard of the Mosque when he heard the greeting from Gus Sham.

One by one they shook hands with Gus Sham, and seemed to pay respect to him. They immediately entered the mosque, and performed the prayer of Isyak with Gus Sham as its imam.

four rakaat completed, they took a break for a while and it seems that all pilgrims are still sitting in their places to listen to the study that will be carried out tonight.

" La, the study tonight is different. We are not here just to go home. "

" What is different ? "

" The study ngisi Ustadznya young handsome anyway, and....... " Say the girl hangs

" What don't make people combin. "

The dance that heard the two teenagers next to her talking about her husband just smiled and shook her head.

" Let's see, it's starting to go up that pulpit ...... Beh aura means different as there is sweet - sweetness that is. "

" Dry the shit, "

" cobak deh Lo see what it really is. "

The girl sitting right next to Dari was indeed shorter than her friend obviously from where she was sitting might not be so visible. The girl slightly changed her sitting position so that she could see Gus Syam clearly standing on the pulpit.

" Beh this is mah om - om a very hooot. "

Suddenly Tari, who heard the girl's curse, laughed. That is how she found her husband in the eyes of others. But that doesn't make him jealous.

" Assalamualaikum "

" Walaikumsalam "Reply to all worshippers simultaneously.

" It could be tadz. " Answer the dozen-old worshipers without a sense of hesitation with a high enough tone of voice.

" Include me M. Ghasan Fariq As - Syamimi. It can be called Ghasan or Syam sekerso panjenengan sedoyo how nice. "

" Next donk tadz. " A question from the row of mothers sitting in front.

" gr ..... Hu ..... Hu .... remember the husband of the mother, cook something nice bit directly nanya setatus. "

The atmosphere is a little boisterous because of the pilgrims involved in the argument, but the situation is still fairly conducive. In line with Gus Sham who looked at Tari, which was also greeted by Tari who looked at him. The two of them threw smiles at each other with a loving look.

" Yey, who said to me that maybe I could be my daughter-in-law. " Answer the mother who threw the question.

That only greeted a smile with Gus Sham, without taking his eyes off the wife.

" If I have a job status, thank God I have worked Buk. And I think it's enough to finance a wife ........ "

" Well mantab ...... " Sahut a worshiper ibuk - ibuk again.

" Thank God I am also of status ...... " Sayam Gus hanging.

Which makes all female pilgrims in the study curious, not only girls or teenagers even mothers patiently wait for the next word Gus Sham.

" Not available, alias already sold "

" Huu .... huu .... huu ..... "

Seemed once the faces disappointed because they know the status of Gus Syam who has married.

" My cooking which can be said 'bull' like this has not been sold by Yo mboten ethically to Bu. " Gus Syam joked.

" All right, we're back on track after the introductory session is over, everyone knows me now. Well, in this happy occasion I will discuss a little about the end - the end of this is the topic of young people. "

" I'm sure mas - mas and mbak - mbak here all must have loved or liked the opposite sex right ? "

" It was tadz ....... "

" Halal or Haramkah love was before the ijab qobul, and of course ....... "

" Haram ..... "answer them simultaneously ......

Almost ninety minutes Gus filled the study with his distinctive style, presenting the subject with style and language sorting that is easily digested by pilgrims with a lot of jokes but still directed at the subject.

Dance waiting for the husband place next to the motor matic owned by the husband. While Gus Syam is still in the porch of the mosque appears to be talking with Pak Kyai and several youths of the mosque.

" Assalamualaikum, "Who is a group of mothers who pass in front of Tari.

" Walaikumsalam Buk, "

" Are you still waiting for Gusah Mbak ? "

" Enggeh Buk, He is still inside. Mom - mom wants to go home ? "

" Yes mbak, If there is time to make it in the morning can help us here Mbak ? After Friday here there is a blessing Friday event to distribute free food for our underprivileged brothers. $

" God, ma'am, I'll give my husband permission first. " Say polite.

" Assalamualaikum "

" Walaikumsalam "

" Mom - I want to go home ? "

" Anggeh Gus, "

After chatting at length with a group of mothers - mothers had finally flocked back to their homes.

" Surely Mas besuk can help - help in the Mosque ? "

" May be as long as you can walk. "

Because they were riding a motorcycle Dance was not so clear with what the husband said.

* What is mas. ? "

" No papa, finally arrived. "

Dance down first and open the gate of her house, then immediately open the door of their house. Gus Syam parked his motorcycle in the garage.

Dari was a little surprised by the different state of her home from when she left her earlier. Especially when he stepped into the living room some dim candles were there. Even the entire staircase to the second floor of their house was filled with red rose petals. And on the left right complete with a small candle with a distinctive aroma of fragrant sandalwood.

Dance remained standing fixed in her place, looking at the scene in front of her. Without him realizing the husband was behind him, close his body right behind him. A second later the husband was in front of him with a red rose bucket in his hand.

" Thank you for accepting me "His words while sending the flower bucket towards Tari

Dance did not answer the words of her husband, her heart was bursting even a crystal clear granule filled both of her eyelids. Her heart is so moved by what her husband is doing. The receipt of a flower bucket given by the husband and wrangling the husband's embrace that always calms him.

" Be an angel of my paradise, my dear, never change. " She said Gus Syam while removing the tears that wet his cheeks.

Without realizing it, Tari brought her face closer to her husband and then kissed the husband's lips long enough, which was immediately greeted by Gus Syam by holding his nape.

The soft kiss between the two just flowed without any demands. The old one eventually turned into a little lu**tan with hi**pan who was able to make both of them out of breath.

The release of the grill that was very soothing, then Gus Syam rubbed the lips of the wife with his thumb. Lead the wife down one by one the stairs to their room.

And the atmosphere of the room has changed, filled with rose petals all over the floor and also small candles that make the light dim but feel beautiful.

* Deck, "

Dance covered her husband's lips with her index finger, out of nowhere she could be that brave.

" I love you M. Ghasan Fariq As - Syamimi. "

Without waiting for the husband's answer, Dari draped both hands on the husband's neck and then kissed back the husband's lips, not just a kiss even the girl dared to say**mat lips of the husband. Gus Syam welcomes what his wife does with a heart of asylum.

After both of them felt they were running out of oxygen, they just let go of their grills. With a sharp breath They put their two eyebrows together they stared at each other without one word enough their eyes only spoke.

" I love you Nyimas Khodijah Bramastari. "

" I love you too M Ghasan Fariq As - Syamimi. "

" I have one surprise for you. " Say Dance while passing towards walking closed.

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