Love Flips At The End of the Season

CBDM2X. 1

Morning Sports

The star of dawn filled the clear sky, with a caress of wind whirring that was quite shahdu. Inviting leaves whispering to each other to enliven the morning that will be approaching. The melodious sound of roosters unpretentious as if racing with the sound of azan, which began to greet all the inhabitants of the dreamland to immediately break away from the pseudo warm embrace.

Like two sleeping men covered in dreams this morning.

"Dek ... dek .. let's wake up it's dawn." Abas gently rubbed the face of his halal lover.

"Ehmmm ..bare a moment, Ma. It's cold." Fatim answered the origin, he had not fully realized if the one who woke him was not his mother, Nadya.

Was he always built by Mama Nadya for dawn prayers? My angel of heaven, now I will wake you up even if only today, hopefully in the next years I will always be there for you, aamiin.

Abas smiled to see his wife, a beautiful shady face that was still wrapped in hijab. This is because both of them fell asleep because of exhaustion, and he had not seen his wife without the hijab.

Patiently he woke his wife up."Loli deck, it's dawn. Let's pray." He patted her cheek gently while occasionally kissing her forehead.

"Uhh Mama, really good tumben. Fatim usually uses water or does not use a microphone." He smiled even though his eyes were still closed.

Is Mama Nadya so good? Poor you, Dek. Must be cold yes diramin mama use water or shocked so diteriakin use microphone. But ... Is the Loli deck hard to wake up? I'll wake you up with affection, Dek.

Abas patted Fatim on the cheek gently, whispering occasionally in his ear."Let's get up, Dek. Fajr! We pray together, yuk!

Feeling a little amused in his ears Fatim began to open his eyes and he was very surprised to see there was a man in his room.

"Akhhhhhhh, thief!" yelled Fatim with all his strength which made Abas also surprised and fell down.

Fatim swiftly hit the pillow he held on Abas, the leg covered his face to avoid the blow of his wife.

"Am, Dek ... ouch ... this is me, Dek," cried Abas who was increasingly overwhelmed by the force of his wife's blow. With great difficulty Abas tried to get up and intended to hug his wife but beyond belief.

Bukh!

A warm raw bogem managed to land right on Abas' face." Astaqfirullah," the man screeched as he held his nose. A moment of fresh blood flowed from his nose.

Hearing the voice of Istiqfar Abas, Fatim stopped and opened his eyes. Loe who loe ... loe .. uh .. oh my God, brother Pop. Sorry-sorry, I'm sorry!"

"It hurts?" Fatim was trying to reach Abas' hand, eh this is halal right?" tanyanya.

"Yes," replied Abas grimacing with a sting in his nose.

Fatim quickly grabbed the tissue and then held the face of his lover, then he cleaned the blood flowing from Abas' nose slowly.

"Slow down, Deck." Abash reminded.

"Yes, this is slow. I'm sorry, but it must hurt?" Fatim grimaced.

The blood coming out of Abas' nose had stopped, Fatim immediately stood up and stretched out his hand.

With a smile Abas grabbed his wife's hand. But he also still keeps his distance considering that his lover still has to go to school.

"We pray?" asked Abas gently who was greeted with a nod by Fatim.

The two took turns for ablution, then prepared for congregational dawn prayers. Now Abas has declared takbiratuihram, then soon began to sound the chant of Alfatihah which is very melodious accompanied by the letter of Ar Rahman. Fatim involuntarily in his prayers shed tears hariu mixed with longing. Haru could present a righteous priest like Abaz, and longed as if he wanted to go to the holy land.

The morning prayer was done, Abas turned his body to greet his wife, then continued with a joint padarusan.

"Sir, we sport yuk!" take Abas to Fatim while folding his alphabet.

"May, but Brother Pop, promise you don't complain that you're tired." Fatim smiled widely, she would make her husband lose the run this time. When he was a kid he always won. This time I hope I can still win.

"Who's afraid, want a race like this?" Abas raises his eyebrows.

"One hundred, the answer is binggo, we run!" Fatim laughed grinningly.

"Who's afraid." Abas also smiled sweetly, as sweet as an ice cream cornello that made the heart of a Fatim melted.

Now both have changed sports uniforms, which certainly Abas wearing training and shirt owned by Fatim, fortunately many are models of men so can pinjem wear.

With a compact both down to exercise first and then come to breakfast. They have permission on Nadya who has officially had two children now. He let go of the two with a raised smile. Hope togetherness and happiness will always overshadow his family.

Two lovebirds who looked more like brother and sister than husband and wife were preparing to run. They headed to a slightly deserted garden, because it was Abas' choice, he did not want many people who would enjoy the beautiful face of his wife.

"Okay, Pop is ready?" Fatim gave the code that he was ready for the crossing.

Abas just lifted his finger to form the letter 'O' which indicates that he was ready.

"Okay in the count of three yes, one .. two ... three ..." cried Fatim fast as he began to run as hard as he could to win the game, and unmitigated agreement that the loser must carry the winner.

They are quite balanced opponents, although Abas son hutkan does not mean he never sports, every day he will certainly take the time to run. He used to do it to remember Fatim, now his dream is realized, but there are consequences that he must pay, if he loses holding his childhood sweetheart who is now legally his wife.

Both run equally fast, there are no symptoms that indicate one of them will lose.

*Busyet, he's strong as well. I must win, Fatim grinned in his heart.*

*Oh Allah my breath feels like breaking up, when can I defeat Loli, this time I can not lose let alone I am the priest now, Abas smile in his heart.*

The finish line was in front of the eyes of the two were still balanced, until the last second touched the finish line Abas's legs tripped over a stone, his body was shrewd and almost fell but Fatim quickly pulled his shirt, and his body fell off, until he does not fall to the ground. But because Abas reflex he turned his body to make Fatim so unbalanced so ....

Bamm!

The bodies of the two lay on the grass with Abas' body falling first and Fatim lying on it.

"Innalillahi, O God." Abas hugged Fatim's body, clearly implied worry on his face.

"Are you okay, Loli?" Abas wanted to leave immediately but was not strong because Fatim was lying on top of him.

There was no movement even though Fatim's breath was still there and sounded fast because he must still be tired after running.

"Sir, did you faint or what?" Abas tried to shift Fatim's body.

*Uhh not breakfast yet your body is heavy too, Deck.*

Abas patted his wife on the cheek after she had sat down, still leaning Fatim in his arms.

"Deck ... Deck Loli, wake up. You don't scare me." Abas began to panic and it was then that Fatim opened his eyes.

"Sister Pop, I want to faint" said Fatim stammered.

"Second you have to stay sober don't faint." Abas is panicking. However he was surprised suddenly a gentle kiss landed on his cheek.

"I want to faint in your heart, Brother" whispered Fatim as he stood up and ran away leaving Abas pecking.

Abas's face was hot, he never combed and was wrestled by women, this was his first and it was his own wife. Unknowingly he in the face of his handsome attracted an indentation, he began to like his girlfriend's chatter.

*It turns out that besides being beautiful and tomboyish, my lover is adept at combating, my heavenly angel, I am lucky to be able to marry you, although soon we will be separated by different time and space.*

There is a sense of sadness that sneaks in the shade of the heart of an Abas, the more it feels to leave his lover.

But not to dissolve in his sadness, he immediately rose from his seat and tried to run a little to line the steps of the woman who is his friend, lover, and also love.

"Dec Loli, wait!" Abas ran to catch up with Fatim.

Mohammed Abas ....

Why does it all feel so heavy, do I have to cancel my ideals since childhood? I want to achieve my dreams but I also do not want to be separated from you my lover, forgive me if I am selfish this time, Robb. My prayer may You unite our love to Your land, Robb. Aamiins.

Fatima Ananbra ....

I wanted to make good memories with you before we parted, even though I knew this would be my sorrow. I must learn to let you go, all for the sake of our future, may our love story be forever, the world and the hereafter. Aamiins.

The caress of the morning air carrying two interlocked fingers stepped surely in a strand of love.

Connect ....

Thank you for reading sorry if it doesn't match what you want. This I dedicate to all of you who have been faithful waiting for my broken novel. Hope likes!