I Hold Asa And Love In Prayer

The Awareness in the Morning

The night was late, but the couple did not close their eyes. Both of them were already on the bed but with the same eyes still wide open. Risda slept on the husband's arm. While Nuril did not stop gently rubbing his female head.

'' Bener, that woman is just a school senior brother?, asked Risda who still left a spark of jealousy in her chest.

'' Because dear, the branch may not be macems, '' replied Nuril softly. Nuril stroked Risda's cheek and carried the face staring at her.

'' Make a brother, it's more than enough. My brother has no intention of wishing to cheat. Brother love is equally adek, Nuril said with a gaze full of love. Risda smiled rubbing the firm jaw of the husband.

'' Maafin Risda ya bang, already angry. Without listening to my brother's explanation first, said Risda, the eyes of the two are still staring at each other deeply. Nuril pulled his wife's waist up to her.

'' Nothing is natural, my brother also forgot to give news. Alhamdulillah place of business brother and brother immediately in the love of fortune with Allah. There are some orders that have entered. But sorry yes deck , for a while brother can only give mediocre money for our daily lives. Still need a lot of capital for this new business, said soft Nuril. Risda smiled and nodded small.

'' Nothing is enough, my brother. Thank God we can eat full, dressed covered and protected from rain and heat, said Risda, both smiling. Nuril tightened his embrace on the wife.

'' Thank you, ''' said Nuril while pinning a kiss on Risda's head. He held his wife while gently rubbing her back. A few moments of smooth and regular breathing rang out . Nuril loosened her slight embrace, staring at the slumbering face that looked calm in her sleep.

A smile was painted on Nuril's lips, a calm face that could always appease his soul. Make him always grateful, for the destiny of God who met his wife. Nuril rubbed his wife's closed eyes.

'' Forgive my dear brother, '' said Nuril, guilt in his heart. When I see the face of my wife. Because she's a woman crying. He felt he hurt the woman. Long time, Nuril stared at the wife's sleeping face, until finally drowsiness came and took her to wade through dreams in her sleep

Like an alarm set automatically in Nuril. He who has been accustomed to waking up before dawn since adolescence, even now the habit does not change. At three o'clock in the morning, Nuril opened his eyes. Feeling a tingling sensation in his arm, when he realized the wife was still asleep by making his arm a pillow, Nuril smiled thinly.

She seemed to be calm in her sleep. Slowly Nuril moved his wife's head, she flicked her limp hands due to lack of blood supply due to the overstretched head of the wife. Nuril clenched Risda's forehead before getting off the bed.

Slowly, Nuril came out from inside the room. Take ablution water and perform tahajjud in continue praying witir. A third of the night in silence, when his sense of peace is in deep sleep. The man is accustomed to worship God, to draw near to the owner of life. Bemoaning what he sometimes cannot say in his voice.

Only to Allah did he give up all his affairs, hanging all his hopes. Telling all the bitterness and pleasure in his life. For only in God does he believe that there is always a solution in every problem. God always has a beautiful plan in his life.

Until I saw the dawn prayer, Nuril was still sitting on the prayer mat. The man stood up from his seat performing two rakaat prayers himself. He allowed his wife to continue her sleep. Because he knew the wife was having monthly guests.

Finished with her dawn prayers. Nuril returned to the room, looking at the wife who was still curled up under the covers. He had no intention of waking his wife, and they slept late last night. And the worry of his wife when he did not give the news yesterday clearly disturbs the feelings of the wife. It made the woman sleep so soundly.

Nuril who had been wearing casual clothes at home. A short grey t-shirt and black knee-length shorts. The man headed for the kitchen, looking at the raw materials there. Cassava leaves seems to have the wife prepared to make a menu this morning.

Nuril took a pot of rice cooker and filled it with rice. He is quite familiar with the way to cook rice. Even though he lived with his parents before marriage. But the mother trains all her children to be able to do homework. So even though he's a man he's not good enough to do kitchen work.

After cooking rice in a rice cooker, Nuril boiled cassava leaves, while preparing ingredients to be made into sambal. He plans to make it goofy. The movement of the man was quite skillful, making someone who turned out to be standing in the kitchen door goal smile pay attention.

Risda, the woman a moment ago woke up from her sleep and was a little surprised when she saw the wall clock showing almost six in the morning. Her husband was no longer by her side and rushed down from the bed. And the sound of objects clashing softly rang out in the kitchen. She walked slowly to see what her husband was doing that morning. And really make him feel overwhelmed. The man always had a way of privileging himself.

Slowly, Risda stepped closer to Nuril who was concocting sambal. From behind the burly body with that wide back, Risda hugged the husband.

'' Assalamualaikum husband, the morning of love me, ''' spoiled greeting Risda that made Nuril curl his lips. The man, turned his body. Looking at the beautiful face of the wife.

'' Wa'alaikumussalam wife, unfortunately brother. Did you wake up?, asked Nuril in such a gentle tone. Risda nodded with a look that could not be separated from her husband's face.

'' Kok not wakein Risda si Bang ?,'' asked Risda while looking up at her husband but his hands were coiled around Nuril's waist. Until their bodies are not at a distance. Nuril grabbed the wife's waist and returned the woman's gaze by lowering her face slightly.

''It looks like you are tired, besides you are not praying so your brother is sleeping. And this morning let the brother cook, Nuril said. The man aligned their faces, and swiped the tip of both noses.

'' Mr. Princess, just sit down and see this reliable chef will make special dishes for the princess, Nuril said right before the wife's face. The two laughed and let go of each other's embrace. Nuril took his wife to sit in a chair and she again struggled with cooking utensils.

Initially Risda, quietly obediently obey the husband but over time saturated also just sit still. Finally, the couple worked together to cook that morning. Risda prepared the chili while Nuril took some catfish that he kept in a small pond behind the house. Be that morning they seemed happy to prepare a menu of food that they finally cooked in sufficient quantities. They plan to share it with some neighbors who live close to their homes.