I Hold Asa And Love In Prayer

I'll Fight Your Happiness

Silence, clutched tightly in the silence of the night. The ringing sound of the night beast became a beautiful melody in silence. In a quiet third of the night. Nuril prostrated himself on a long stretch of prayer. Confessing sin in every wrong practice, asking forgiveness for his caliphate as a human being. Approach to the owner.

In a third of the night in silence, the hands look up expecting the mercy of the owner of the breath of life. In order to be blessed in every turn of his steps. Begging a beam of light to lead him to his service. So that the new household he built is always in the protection of God. Abundant with His love and love. To become the family Sakinah mawadah warahmah to his paradise later.

After giving honor to the creator, Nuril read the Qur'an. Pronounce the holy verses with a soothing Tartil who hears the melodious voice. Khusu' the man read every verse, not realizing that someone was behind him. Staring with an adoring look in the look in his eyes.

Risda, still standing behind a solid back sitting cross-legged reciting the Quran beautifully. The corners of the lips were attracted, forming a thin smile.

Truly, he is very grateful for the blessings that God has entrusted in his life. Having a pair of solih is an infinite pleasure. Exceeding the overflow of material.

Risda spread the prayer rug behind her husband. Wearing a mukena to perform the prayer of the sunah in one third of the night. Nuril who had realized the existence of the wife for a moment looked back and smiled looking at the face framed by the face. Risda seemed to raise both hands, Nuril returned to the Qur'an that was still before him.

After a while, Nuril ended reading the Qur'an. He's still sitting in place. Waiting for the wife who is still sitting on the prayer mat. Nuril smiled alone. Thankful that God met her with a sholihah woman who did not demand anything from her. In my heart there is hope. He will fight for a smile and happiness for the woman.

'' Bang !," call Risda who has finished with her evening prayer. Nuril smiled and looked at the wife. The two eyes are facing each other. A moment of silence ruled among them, only the radiance of the eyes spoke without a word.

Until the dawn of the day sounds echoing. Both of them moved from their seats, arranged a place to perform congregational dawn prayers.

After the dawn prayer, the two returned to their rooms. Risda tidied up the bed that he had not been able to tidy up. Nuril followed the wife, sitting on the edge of the bed while observing the activities of his jelly wife.

'' Brother want in masakin what ?,'' asked Risda who was folding the blanket.

'' What is the deck, about eating whatever you want. Moreover, the adek that cooks, Nuril said making the wife look at a glance while blasting her lips. Nuril smiled at the expression of his wife, then he got up and hugged Risda who was tidying up the bed sheet from behind the woman's body.

Nuril tucked the nape of Risda who was still bending her body.

'' Eating you, Brother prefers, '' whispered Nuril who successfully made Risda goosebumps.

'' Brother, ''' Risda's whine spoiled while slowly hitting the husband's hand that was coiled in his stomach. Nuril chuckled, anxious with his wife's timid face.

Nuril brought the wife's body to face her. He gently caressed her female cheek. Look so deeply and lovingly. The two looked at each other, showing the love that was flourishing between them.

'' Whatever is cooking must be eating, said Nuril, Risda smiled as she nodded.

'' Later,'' Nuril said. Risda distanced her body from her husband, took the instant hijab and put it on. Out of the room carried the gaze of the husband who could not be separated staring at his disappearance until it disappeared from sight.

After Risda disappeared from before him, it seemed Nuril let out a long sigh. There is a sense of pity every time he sees his beloved wife. The woman who was raised with material abundance must now live with herself with all her shortcomings.

Nuril knows enough about Risda's easy life, maybe the woman rarely enters the kitchen. He also understood if the cuisine of the wife did not taste right on her tongue. He was grateful enough that the woman never complained about all the homework she had to do. Though he knew, at the home of his parents, the woman was just pointing and all the needs were well available.

'' Forgive brother 'dek, '' lirih Nuril. In his heart was determined to always make his wife happy. After changing the clothes that were used for prayer with casual clothes. Nuril lifted the basket filled with dirty clothes from inside the room.

'' Lho bang, that dirty clothes will be taken where ?,'' asked Risda who passed the husband in the kitchen.

'' Wash dong dear, '' said Nuril casually while stepping into the bathroom.

'' Risda will want to cook bang, wash it later, ''' said Risda who brought spinach leaves in his hands. Nuril smiled looking at his wife.

'' Unfortunately Abang cook aja, let this be the business of Abang, '' Nuril said.

'' But Bang, ''' Risda protest .

'' Said the same heavy person on the same light shoulder in the tote. There is nothing wrong with doing homework ?. This is also not a duty adek, so we work together to work on it, said soft Nuril who successfully made Risda develop a smile.

'' Thank you Bang, '' said Risda.

'' For ?,''

'' Everything, '' answered Risda as she approached her husband and...

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A small peck on Nuril's cheek left the man flabbergasted. And did not realize that the wife had passed away with her quick steps. Nuril held onto her cheek with a flared smile. The little touch of his wife was very special.