I'm Putting My Destiny on You

Efforts Will Never Be in Vain

" Assalamualaikum '' a heavy voice that is very Alfi memorized, a voice that he always looks forward to every day. The voice she missed even though it was only a few hours apart. Alfi with a smile grew standing up from his seat.

" Wa'alaikumussalam warrohmatullohi. Have you gone home ?" alfi asked as she stepped closer to Andreas who stood glued to his wife.

" Dear you ?" the question was interrupted, seeing the wife getting closer. Slow down that step. But it makes sense immeasurable. Alfie walked without a cane in both of his hands.

Andreas blinked his eyes many times, staring as if he could not believe what was happening before him. Alfi smiled widely, and drew closer to her bewitched husband, unable to move from where he stood.

'' Dear God, Subhanallah said Andreas who then pulled his wife into his arms. No matter what briefcase has fallen on the floor.

'' Alhamdulillah, O Allah, he said with a trembling tone. Those happy tears cannot be held back. Falling unraveled from his eye pelvis.

Alfie also shed tears. Gratitude was immeasurable in his heart. When God gave him a wonderful blessing. God has given himself a wonderful partner, and now God has given him healing. The fruit of patience is accompanied by endless efforts. His feet slowly recovered.

Andreas took off his embrace, smirking his wife's face with a perfectly developed smile. Tears were relentlessly dripping down his cheeks. Nothing is in vain in every human endeavor. Only when is the right time does God give the result.

'' Since when have you been able to take off the stick dear ?'' andreas asked as he held onto both of his wife's shoulders and looked at the face that still looked flushed red from the rest of his tears.

'' Actually, it has been a week lately, Alfi has started to take off the stick. Initially, it was helped slowly with Vinda. Alhamdulillah, now you can really step by yourself . '' said Alfi with a sweet smile.

Andreas clutched his wife tightly. It feels like it can't be expressed with words. A burst of gratitude filled his entire chest cavity.

'' Alhamdulillah, Mas very grateful, God gives us great pleasure.'' said Andreas while embracing the wife.

'' Allah will not waste the effort of every servant. Allah will certainly give the results of every effort of his servant at the right time, said Alfi. Andreas took off his arms, nodded his head, then kissed his wife's forehead lovingly.

" Bi ,auntie !" Andreas called his housekeeper a little loudly. Not long ago Bi Yuni came in a hurry.

'' Yes sir, what is it ?'' ask the woman to the master who is now standing by clutching the waist of the wife.

'' Please cook a lot of ya Bi, make dinner. I would like to invite Papa and Mama to dinner together Andreas said with a carefree tone.

'' Good Mr. '' said the housekeeper quickly .

'' Then I say to the back sir, Bu said Bibi to both employers. Although Alfi forbid to call her Mother, but when in front of Andreas aunty more often call mother as a sign of respect.

As usual, the man would stick to his wife while inside their personal space. Like this time, Andreas who actually hugged his wife when Alfi was helping her unbutton her shirt. So that the husband takes a shower.

'' Bathe first Mas '' said Alfi while stroking gently the back of her husband.

'' A moment dear, Mas kangen said Andreas while sniffing the aroma of the wife who always became opium for him. Everything in that woman always makes her miss. Even when working, the right that most want to be done immediately is to go home. Meet the woman, hug her dearly. Smelling the soothing aroma that emanates from the body of the lover of halalnya.

'' I have told Mama and Papa that tonight will be dinner here ?.'' asked Alfi who is still standing in Andreas' arms. Andreas shook his head still with his wife's body.

'' Kabarin first, later at home they hunted cook.'' said Alfi softly . Andreas took off his embrace. A glimpse of the wife's lips. Then take the phone in his pants pocket.

'' I called my mother first said Andreas, Alfi smiled as he nodded. Then leave the husband with slow steps.

Putting Andreas' briefcase in the bag because it was just thrown on the sofa by Andreas. Take a suit that is also laid on the dressing table and put it in a basket of dirty clothes. Work shoes are only on the loose and placed with the origin in front of the door. Alfie put it on a shoe rack.

Alfie smiled happily when he could do those little things. Now he can do it without the help of others. Maybe it looks very simple but for Alfi it feels amazing.

Alfi opened Andreas' wardrobe side by side with a closet containing his belongings. He took a piece of brown t-shirt with short white chinos. While preparing Andreas' casual clothes. Again the man clung to her.

'' Almost Maghrib Mas took a bath first, said Alfi.

'' A little Yang .'' said Andreas who now kissed the hair of Alfi who had been removed from her hijab. Alfi smiled gently, taking off the hand that was coiled around his stomach.

Alfie turned to look at the husband in front of him. Smile gently and tiptoe closer to the husband. Kissed Andreas' red lips that never touched a cigarette. Just as Alfi was about to distance himself, Andreas grabbed the nape of his wife. Gently kiss her female lips.

Alfi gets used to Andreas' touch, and he begins to understand that her husband also likes it when he touches her first. Expressing love through touch, which fosters love until it continues to grow abundantly.

Every couple has their own way of keeping that love beautiful. And that's their way of staying romantic in ways that make them feel closer. Growing that love in every moment.

'' Yes, I took a shower first said Andreas after satisfied making out with the lover of heart.

Andreas goes into the bathroom leaving Alfi to pick up his clothes and put them on the bed. Alfi turned towards the window whose curtains were still open. The woman was about to close it because of the day that began near evening.

But a beautiful tinge of orange color held him to stand staring at the twilight from behind the window of his room. A twilight that reminds him of the village of birth. It was the twilight that made him miss the children in his village. Children who are always enthusiastic when learning with him. Alfi smiled faintly staring at the twilight that was starting to fade.