I Hold Asa And Love In Prayer

New Home

'' Assalamualaikum ''' the voice of the man who opened a simple-looking house door. His hand held the hand of the woman standing next to him.

'' This is our home, may it be heaven for us in the world, said the shady-faced man with a reassuring smile. The beautiful woman with a calm looking face was welcoming with a small nod and a sweet smile.

'' Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim,'' continued a man named Muhammad Nuril who took his wife named Nissa'urrisda. Both of them entered their new home.

A couple of newlyweds, who just a week ago made a sacred promise of marriage. Saying the ijab qobul in the presence of guardians, rulers and witnesses. A simple marriage that links two men in a lawful bond before God.

'' Sorry deck, the branch has not been able to give you a luxury home. New brother can give you this simple house, said Nuril who was stepping foot in the living room that only filled with tables and chairs of plastic.

Risda smiled faintly, rubbing her husband's arm gently.

'' Alhamdulillah this is more than enough bang, for us to take shelter from rain and heat, said Risda. Nuril smiled warmly, rubbing the head of his wife who was still wrapped in a green veil.

'' Thank you for accompanying Brother,'' the two eyeballs looked at each other. Risda reviewed a blushed smile. He was still embarrassed to face the man he knew this past month. The man who came to his parents to ask him to be a companion. The charismatic guy who always acts nice to her.

Nuril embraces his wife's shoulder, the man realising Risda's stiffening body. He understood, because the physical touch between the two was only started a week ago. A moment after he revealed the qobul in the hand of Risda's father.

'' Come on, look at our room, '' Nuril asked like a whisper in the ear of the wife. Makes Risda swallow a rough saliva. Nuril smiled faintly at the reaction of his wife who looked so tense.

Nuril did not release his embrace on the wife's shoulders, bringing the woman into the empty family room that was not filled anything. Then their steps turned and stopped in front of the door that was still closed. Nuril pulled the door handle. And that's where the newlyweds' room is.

A room with an area of 2.5 X 3 meters. With a medium-sized bed and a two-door wardrobe. Nuril released her embrace as she entered the room. The man let his wife surround the room.

Risda stood in front of a closet not far from the bed. There was no other furniture there. Because it is not possible to put other things. Then Risda's footsteps towards the window that was still covered in curtains. In the absence of the curtain and the garden was planted with cassava, chili and spinach.

'' This garden belongs to us, Brother who planted it, Nuril said with a gaze fixed on the garden beside the house. Risda looked at her husband from the side.

'' Brother really multitalented, from farming to being a mechanic. I salute Brother, said Risda expressing admiration for the husband.

The man smiled as he tightened his arms, and put a kiss on Risda's head.

'' Demands of circumstances that require you to be able to do everything deck. Sorry if Abang has not been able to provide a decent life for you, Nuril said, the two pairs of eyes looked at each other, diving into the taste in the eyes.

The woman smiled, grabbed the husband's palm and kissed him gently.

'' Man will never feel enough if he is never grateful for what he has. But if we are able to be grateful for what we have then all will be fulfilled. And I am grateful to be with my brother. So I felt the life I was going to live with Brother was more than worth it. We are fighting for a new phase of our lives. Let's join hands together to pass through each phase!," said Risda while holding Nuril's hand. Nuril smiled broadly then grabbed the wife's head and in her kiss her sholihah woman's forehead.

'' Thank you, '' said Nuril, Risda nodded with a smelly smile from those thin lips. For a moment the two fell silent while staring out of the room, Nuril's hands could not be separated from the waist of the wife. He took the woman in his arms. The longer hug made the woman feel a sense of comfort.

'' You wait here, Brother take our clothes bag first, Nuril said as he released a hug to his wife.

'' Yes Bang, '' said Risda briefly. Nuril stepped away from Risda who accompanied her husband's steps with a look in the eye.

The woman seemed to inhale deeply, then smiled knotfully.

'' Thank you God, You gave me the match of Bang Nuril, whispered Risda in his mind.

Nuril is not a man with higher education who has abundant wealth. He was just a village boy who worked odd jobs. Halal origin surely he did and wealth he did not have. But he is a very responsible man. Making Risda grateful was outlined as being a match with the man.