Love In The Wound
Chapter 59
Pov Naima's
There are so many things that we go through in this journey of life, but it doesn't give us up because we believe it will be beautiful in time.
At around 06:00 the car I rented Mas Dikha had arrived. All the things we brought, were prepared.
"Let's go!" take Mas Dikha, he immediately grabbed my shoulder.
The car we rented was two, and we were in a separate car from the family, including Mas Dikha's father, who took part. Along the way, Mas Dikha never let go of his embrace from me. I know it's a form unfortunately that's so big to me.
"Nai, hopefully in a new place later you can feel at home, maybe the place is not in accordance with your expectations," he said, telling.
"It's okay, Mom. What matters is that our families get along well," I replied slowly, perhaps now looking a bit spoiled since being with him.
Mas Dikha rubbed my hair, He kept smiling without fading a bit. Yeah, I know. He is happy, just like me now. O God, this love in the heart feels growing bigger and fiercer. If I may ask, I do not want to be separated from him for a moment.
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Two hours drive, the car took us in a very large yard. Three times the size of my house.
I glanced at Mas Dikha, there was a question I wanted to ask him. How could he take us there. He had not yet opened his mouth, he went out and opened the door for me.
"Dikha, have we arrived yet? whose house is this?" I shouted in the front car.
"Just calm down, Mom. Not a brothel really," replied Mas Dikha, joking with Mother-in-law.
They are just like me, and they wonder in their hearts.
After stepping on the terrace, and greeted by someone. We were more and more confused about the call of the middle-aged woman.
"Alhamdulilah, Aden the same Father finally came home too!"
"Yes, Bi. Please prepare a good meal yes, we are very hungry!" said Mas Dikha, looks very familiar with him.
"Ready, Den. This is his wife!" point it politely using my thumb at me.
"Yes, Bi. He's the one I tell you about a lot" he said again.
"It's so pretty! welcome to Non and Family. Bang Dikha is very good you will not be comfortable being his wife," said the aunt.
I just grinned the horse, between salting and daze with the call.
"Dikha, we still don't understand, son? what does this mean?" ask me, I can't wait to get an answer.
"This is Dikha's work, sir. This house he bought three years ago," replied Father-in-law made us again gawk.
"What's? so_?" Father was speechless, and of course I also wanted to hear the direct answer from my Husband.
"Yes, Alhamdulilah, Nai. This will be our place to live, I also have a restaurant that can be made into a livelihood field to find sustenance," he said, straightening.
"SubhanaLLah, it turns out that you are indeed great brother-in-law!" pat Bang Gino on Mas Dikha.
"Ih, behind ni ye. Her brother is no longer the main one," guyon Bang Gino.
"Let alone, it's true" my cynic, but it's not serious.
"Okay, let's go in. We'll report it!" send our father-in-law to us.
That day felt perfect. A day of jokes and laughter adorned our family.
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At night, I arranged clothes in an empty closet next to Mas Dikha's clothes that were lined up very neatly. There I found some rectangular veils that Mas Dikha bought at that time, until now there was no desire to wear.
Long looking at him, my heart seemed to be tapped to use it right now. Immediately I stood in front of the mirror and used it as best I could. From today I want to learn to strengthen my heart and will not let go except in front of Mas Dikha.
My hands shook, as the hijab stuck perfectly in my head.
"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim," my intention in oral.
Oe.. Oe...
"Sir, Yusuf is crying!" shouted Mas Dikha, who was still holding our tiny baby with the others in the middle room. I turned around to go out, apparently Mas Dikha was even on the doorstep smiling at me.
"SubhanaLah, Mother is very beautiful yes, son. May God always draw your heart closer to His _Mother" said Mas Dikha, as he approached me.
"Thank you, honey. It had granted Mas's wish," he said, grabbing my head closer to his face. A warm kiss also landed on my side.
"Take me, Mas," I said.
"Sure," she answered, it excited me.
we are immersed in happiness that cannot be described by words. Dikha is a good manager. He has brought a complete million joys to my life.
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Indeed, problems and small quarrels will always exist in every household. But the foundation is mutual awareness, understanding and forgiveness for both partners. Then there will be a strong harmony and love.
If it is to wait for us regardless of family matters, it will never be possible. Because new problems will certainly continue to come as time goes on testing every human being to strengthen his heart and then it will end if the human is no longer breathing.
Okey! thank you for following this story until the happy ending. Sorry if the story feels bland and unsatisfactory. Many things that the Author himself does not understand about Religion because the Author is not a good person.
Hopefully, who read, understand if the author is also a lot of mistakes and errors.
One Word message Author👇👇👇
A good example can be left a bad one!!!
End of kallam
"Wasallamu Alaikum Warohmatullahiwakatuh"
