HEAVEN LOVE IN BISMILLAH

NIGHT MISSES

The situation has indeed improved, but Zahrana still feels riled up. Her heart was so unsettled that it missed her husband. From that moment he was urinating on the bed of his room, trying to close his eyes and not consciously meet the dream realm, but still could not.

She even had a call with Ajis before, just his habit of sleeping by looking at her husband's face, feeling the vidio call was nothing to calm his feelings at that time.

Zahrana sat back down, scratching his head violently because he felt he was getting caught off guard. Then he grabbed his phone which was next to his pillow.

She opened her phone, and typed something in a special message room to be sent to her husband.

"Abang, Zahra can't sleep..." He wrote with a grumbling face looking at the screen of his phone.

Not long after, his phone shook. She was so happy that she was sure her husband was replying to her message.

But the reality is beyond his expectations.

"Aryan?" He muttered with a thin frown when he read the incoming message notification on his phone screen. Quickly, he opened an incoming message that was a submission from the artist as well as his online friend. People who have contributed to his life when he and his family were devastated by the economic problems that arose at once.

"Hey, Writer... There will be a press conference for our film... You're coming, right?"

After Zahrana read the message from Arya, she became confused herself.

"What miracle was there that she spoke this polite? Are my feelings right with his view?" Zahrana. Even so, he kept writing replies.

"God willing, I want to come. Thanks..." The reply.

"OKs. I'll see you there..." Reply Arya again with such a fast time.

Zahrana just read it, he no longer replied to messages from Arya. Somehow he shuddered, then deactivated his phone in a hurry.

"Astaghfirullah Azhiim thing..." He said with trembling lips. He again laid his body down and closed his eyes, hoping to immediately meet his dream realm that night, even though the message he sent to Ajis had not received any reply.

For almost half an hour, Zahrana was still unable to fall asleep. He got up again from his sleep, then quickly grabbed his phone. Zahrana intends to press the button on the phone, but back. He shook hard.

"Later Arya sent a message again, it would not be nice if not reciprocated. But if reciprocated, I feel totally sinful because of this midnight chat with another man." He said his own words.

"Borrow Hidayat's cell phone only once..." Thought again.

Without delay, Zahrana rushed up from her bed to her youngest sister's room. By knocking quietly on Hidayat's door, Zahrana called out his sister's name repeatedly.

Feeling no response, Zahrana opened the door to the unlocked room. Zahrana woke Hidayat by forcefully shaking his sister's body.

"What the hell, Brother Zahra? These nights are just a distraction..." Hidayat murmured lazily and his eyes were still closed.

"Borrow your Handphon dong, Yat..." Pinta Zahrana.

"Make what? How are you still playing HP? Brother slept there..."

"Just guarantee why? What secrets are there in your phone?" Zahrana's murmur began to wear out and wake Hidayat up.

"Nothing, just take it... It's on the table..." Show Hidayat to his bedside table.

"What's sand?"

"Faiza's date of birth..." Hidayat replied as he greeted himself back with his blanket.

"Thank you, my dear adek..." Zahrana said with excitement as she walked out of Hidayat's room.

When he returned to his room, he immediately called Ajis via vidio.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Brother..." Zahrana call connected. His face met, while his eyes were filled with water in them. The deep longing she felt for her husband made her own pain.

"Wa'alaikum hail..." The answer seems to be a murmur.

"Why isn't the phone active?"

"Zahra's phone is dead, out of batrey..." Answer lies.

"Owh... But why hasn't my sister slept?" Ajis asked so worried.

"Cannot... Even Zahra's head was heavy, but Zahra's eyes did not want to be guaranteed. Zahra can't sleep, brother..." He sobbed.

"Hey... Oye... A sister? Don't cry..." Persuak Ajis's.

"Zahra sleepy, Brother... Zahra's going to sleep... But it can't be..." Her eyes rubbed her tears with her arms.

"Take Brother's shirt... There's a little brother's shirt that Brother lives in, right?" Ajis's Command.

"There's... I wait for ya..." Nod Zahrana as she got up and walked towards her wardrobe.

He took a oblong that Ajis used to wear in the house every time they came home.

"Had..." Zahrana replied while thrusting the oblong into her phone screen.

"Now Little Sister is blanketed to the bolster pillow, keep Sister lying down while hugging the bolster. Put HP over your head, you'll sing shalawat badar..." Ajis said so gently to persuade Zahrana.

"Alright, Zahra try...But if you can't, you wait until Zahra falls asleep..." The answer.

"Yes, Brother... Brother's promise..."

Zahra did as Ajis had told her. She lay down hugging the bolts covered in her husband's clothes, and then read the do'a sleep.

He closed his eyes as he lived the melodious chants of the sadistic shalawat of Ajis.

"Shalaatullaah salaamullaah.

Sholaatullaah salaamullaah.

Tawassalna bi Bismillaah.

Wakulli mujaahidin.bi ahlil badri.

Ilaahi sallimi ummah.

wa min hammin wa min ghummah.

Ilaahi-ghfir wa akrimna binaili mathoolibin minna

wadafi masaa-ati 'anna..."

Zahrana's asleep. Indeed, such is the cure if her eyes are difficult to close, soft touch and soft kick her husband who makes her eyes can be drowsy.

But that time there was no touch, only the distinctive aroma of her husband's body was still attached to the oblong, and the melodious singing of her husband's voice behind a sophisticated flat tool capable of making people far apart can feel so close.

*****

Ajise.

To be honest, he could not be separated for a moment with Zahrana. The longing is so deep, it makes him unable to close his eyes again after falling asleep in a matter of minutes. Even he had performed the tahajjud prayer, but his eyes still did not want to be closed again in a room that was so foreign to him, without his Zahranya.

He who thought his wife had fallen asleep after they called earlier, casually opened his phone again. But he was so worried when he saw the incoming message from his wife.

"It looks like Brother sent a message when I picked up the ablution earlier... O Allah, pity the servant's wife..."

Ajis called Zahrana on a video call, but he became confused when he found his wife's phone was no longer active.

"Why not active, huh? Did the lights go out there?" His murmurs were getting more anxious.

Not long after, the phone rang.

"His life?"

Afraid of something happening with his wife, he hurriedly shifted the green button on his phone screen.

He was so grateful to find Zahrana's face on the screen. His wife was also unable to fall asleep. His heart was so sad to see how tangled his wife was at the time, yet he kept trying to smile so that his wife was fine.

He sang his wife's favorite sadar so that his wife was completely calm and able to fall asleep.

Not yet finished he sang shalawat badar, sounding soft snoring from Zahrana to his place through the cellphone.

"Good sleep, honey... May God send many angels to protect my sister there..." Berdo'a. Then he ended his call and put his phone on his bedside nightstand.

Before going to bed he opened his backpack, and took out the pasmina that his wife used to wear when at home. He secretly carried the pasmina without Zahrana's knowledge before leaving yesterday.

He smiled, then smelled the pasmina deeply. He began to lie covered with his wife's pasmina on his chest.

She was also able to fall asleep that night, as was Zahrana at her parents' house.

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