I'm the Princess of an Actor

Chapter 16: First Prayer

"Assalamualaikum Warahmatullaah."

Right after finishing the zhuhur prayer, Mas Adam turned around and looked at me with a shady smile, then thrust his right hand at me. I was confused until I finally understood what he meant. I hesitated, until finally determined to kiss my husband's hand.

"May I kiss your forehead?" he asked softly, and somehow I just nodded.

He grabbed my head with both hands, then kissed my forehead like he had just uttered the qobul ijab.

"I am your imam, but if I go the wrong way, then please return me to the right path" he said with a sad look on his face.

I felt confused by his words that seemed to hold hidden meaning, until the next sentence made me understand.

"This is my first prayer after a few weeks, or months. I have been away from Him for a very long time, and today I return to carry out His commandments as your priest." he explained without asking.

Actually, I was quite surprised to hear it, because from his attitude and way of speaking invisible he is a person who is not close to Him. He also recites every prayer reading with tartil, of course anyone will think he is someone who is diligent in worship. No exception to me, who thought so.

Honestly, I was quite disappointed to know because my guess was wrong.

But perhaps, Allah made this one of my duties as his wife, leading her to return to the pillar of the religion, even though I was not a servant.

Although I didn't really expect it, he would admit something I didn't ask at all. Moreover, what he said was not a good thing. But it made me realize, he's the honest type. And I'm happy about it.

But wait! Didn't he have time to pray at mom's house?. Why did he say this was his first prayer?.

"Then at my mother's house, when Mas invited me to pray at dawn? Wasn't it praying at that time?."

He turned his face away. "I suspended it after you came out of the room."

"Astaghfirullah!." My reflex was privileged, realizing my words might offend him I immediately apologized.

"Sorry."

"No papa, it's only natural that you're surprised."

I did not expect, if my refusal to pray with him would make him suspend his intention to pray. Am I guilty of that?.

"You know nothing, so you are innocent. Because I do it with my own consciousness."

I looked at her in surprise, and she knew my heart. Can he read other people's minds?.

"I can't read other people's minds, I'm just guessing most likely what you think." He smiled, but it surprised me even more.

"Please don't expect too much of me, because I have a bad thing I can't tell you about."

Ah apparently she has a secret and not as honestly as I thought, I sighed. There are some things that can't be told to anyone, including couples. So I can't ask her to be honest about what she's hiding from me, that's her right.

"Everyone has their own past, and if it is a disgrace, then hiding it is a must. As long as Mas really wants to try to repent, then He will forgive before life reaches the limit of the neck."

I smiled shyly after saying a sentence that sounded so religious, because I myself was not that good. Moreover, as a Muslimah I have not even closed my head.

"Then let's remind each other in worship" he said, which I immediately embraced with enthusiasm.

After the Zhuhur prayer, we continued to clean the outer yard that was overgrown with weeds that were high enough. Although it does not disturb the foot stepping, it is still not pleasant to see.

"Eh Adam, are you home?" A middle-aged man riding his motorcycle greeted my husband.

"Yes Uncle." Adam looked at me for a moment, then approached the man he called the uncle. They were seen chatting seriously for a few minutes, until the middle-aged man I didn't know left.

"Who is Mas?" I asked as Adam approached.

"He's my uncle, his sister my mother."

"Oh, why didn't Mas introduce me to him, I also want to know your family?"

"Eum... He's in a hurry."

"Oh yeah, the groceries are up, please note whatever is needed, let me buy." His words reminded me of the empty refrigerator.

"There's no traveling greengrocer, is there?"

"It's actually there, but it's early in the morning, it's noon."

I nodded in understanding, we went inside the house, after noting the necessary cooking ingredients, Mas Adam was ready on the motorbike he took out of the garage next to the house.

"Just rest while I go to the market, let the cleaning continue me later" he said.

"I'll continue slowly, and rest when I'm tired" I said.

Adam nodded, and I crucified his hand. He then drove his motorcycle away from the yard.

I stared at her body that was getting further away and then out of sight, for some reason I felt our relationship was so close, for a married couple who got married for slander.

But I'm grateful, this marriage wasn't as bad as I thought Mas Adam was Mira's man. Well, even though it's not proven that he's not Mira's man, at least he's treating me well.

Although until now I was confused, why he could be the target of Mira to slander and expel me from the house.

After the departure of Mas Adam, I continued to clean the page. Also replanting some types of flowers that have been almost dead because they are not managed.

...🍁...

Me and Mas Adam just finished dinner, he seemed to savorfully enjoy every meal of mine, making me happy.

"That feels good." The compliment.

"Thank you." I blushed in embarrassment, choosing to clean the cutlery to avoid making out with him.

Adam came up to me in the kitchen, and took the plate I had eaten.

"I helped rinse ya..."

I had not answered as he directly turned the sink faucet and did his sayings. The work of washing cutlery was completed faster thanks to the help of Mas Adam.

"Thank you" I said.

"Thank you too."

I looked up, looking at him confused. "For what?"

"Because you want to accept this marriage with a lofty chest."

I put on a grumbling face. "Mas didn't forget the reason we got married, did he?" I asked with a cranky face, even though I actually felt lucky to marry an understanding man like him.

"No! Of course not! That's why I'm thanking you."

He looked at me with a smile.

"It's night, go to sleep. I will also go to the room. Do you dare sleep alone?"

I'm nodding.

"I'm in?"

I nodded again, as he walked into his room. In my heart I pray, may this marriage reach sakinah, mawadah, and warohmah.

Aami...

Seriate.