Love Shielded Risue

early marriage

At night, they sat together. Face each other with pillows on each other's lap.

Between the two, the dominant is silent. Because confused, especially Maryam who does not talk much. He chose to answer only, not to ask the husband back the question. Even though there are many in his mind. But he was ashamed to say it.

Akhri grabbed Maryam's hand, making the woman even more nervous. Slowly approaching, by shifting his sitting position.

"Sir, are you tired?" He asked, putting Mary's hand on his cheek.

"Emmmm?" Maryam could not answer. Because there is another sense when touching the face of the man he used to know as a Tahfidz teacher. The thin-bearded man laughed.

"Your hands are so cold" he said. Then kiss Maryam's hands gently.

"Iya– Merr was nervous," he replied softly. Makes Akhri muffle his laughter. I stared at my wife's face long enough. Slowly he removed the void on his lap, after which it belonged to Merr.

She gulped as her husband drew closer and touched his face.

Walk slowly and stop on his chin. Lifting up, looking at Maryam's shady face.

Eyes that are not so narrow. White skin color without acne. As well as her thin lips, a natural pink color. Really very pretty.

"Bang!"

"Yes?"

"Merr wants to ask. Why did you choose me to be his wife?"

"Did you ever give me the answer, right?" Kissing the forehead is soft. It feels so opiate. Make him want again and again.

"But, is there another reason?"

Akhri's gaze was fixed on the beautiful eyes, which looked at him nervously.

"He heard your story that night, at Arshila's house."

"Which one?" Ask lirih. Because their faces are so close.

"When you cry, because of Mami's death."

Maryam. It was as if he was reminded of the sad events of that night. He smiled wryly.

"Now you have Brother. inshaAllah Abang promised, will try to be a good priest for you."

Merr shed tears. "Don't promise, Merr's afraid you can't keep it."

"Cong you say that?"

"Yes, just be scared." Grabbing Akhri's hand put it on his lap. Then hold it with both hands. "Because we never know the destiny of the future."

"Yes my brother knows that. But my brother will try. My brother wants to love you with all his heart. So yes, try to love you too."

"Effort not to break my heart. When I can love my brother completely?"

Akhri smiles. He nodded, "inshaAllah."

Maryam's fluffy smile made Akhri touch her cheeks, gently rubbing those smooth cheeks. The look on her lips made Mary pound.

"It's late, Bang."

"Abang knows," he said, rubbing his lips with his thumb. It felt like Akhri's hands were shaking. Also a little hunting breath.

Because actually the man wanted to try to touch the sweet lips of the wife, but still did not dare to so just look at it.

"Yes asleep" she asked, who could not see her husband's gaze. The man smiled.

"Love this brother first." Tapping his cheek with his index finger. Makes Mary laugh.

"No, I'm ashamed." Spoiled whine.

"Who's the same? People are just the two of us."

"Yes with my brother."

"Ngapain was ashamed of her own husband. Here's brother's love kiss."

"Yes Allah– said Merr was still embarrassed." Pushing Akhri's face that had brought the cheek closer towards him.

"Yes my brother kissed me, huh." Approaching the cheek of the wife who even more hold the face away.

"Abaaaaaang .. sleep aja yuk."

"No, kiss first." Both of them laughed because Maryam was still trying to avoid the kiss of love of the husband. Immediately in the body. "MashaAllah, dear brother to you, brother. You want to kiss, can you?"

Maryam who was still developing her smile nodded slowly. After that Akhri approached his face kissing the left wife's cheek and kana. Then pause for a moment.

"Yes sleeping yuk." End releasing his embrace. They began to sleep in a blanket.

Akhri's hand gently rubbed the wife's head looking on endlessly. He delayed their first night. Because Maryam looks very tired. Not even waiting for a long time, the sound of his breathing was different. A sign that he is really asleep.

Akhri lowered his face, kissing his wife's forehead. Feeling grateful, when he could marry the girl who for the past few months disturbed his heart.

Fortunately Abah agreed, in contrast to Ummi who seemed to disagree. But after trying to convince him, he accepted it too.

***

The marriage went well.

Maryam and Akhri never came late to the mosque Abdul Aziz. We pray there every time we pray.

Because their house is still in the say one complex with boarding school.

This morning in the third month after the wedding, Bang Akhri took his wife's hand walking in the darkness of the sky. At dawn, down the complex road that is still cool.

"Sir, he will go home first. Brother there is a meeting of the lodge manager after the dawn lecture."

"Yes Bang" he answered, peeping at the back of Akhri's hand. "Merr to where women used to go."

"Yes, Brother." Rubbing the head of the wife gently. "Oh yes .. later do not need to cook breakfast, yes.inshaAllah not until nine o'clock Brother is home. We are vegetable lontong. I want breakfast."

Maryam nodded. Assented. Her husband really likes vegetables. Within a week he could ask for breakfast three times.

***

Finished the study, Merr folded her face. Put it back in his bag.

"Cece how? Not yet?" Catch one of the jama'ah.

"So what, Mom?" answer it while smiling.

"That's loh. The one here." Touching Maryam's stomach.

"Oh MashaAllah. Qadarullah .. not yet, ma'am."

"Oh no, yeah. Maybe you should date your husband first? No papa, just three months of marriage. It's natural." Her word. Merr herself responded with a smile.

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Some people walked out. Along with Maryam. Use your head and walk together.

Today Arshila is not going to the mosque. Because I'm not feeling well. So, his intention was to visit his friend's house.

"Marya!" Call a middle-aged woman. Where he then turned his head and found Umm Salma already standing on the lips of the holy boundary of the mosque.

"Ommy?" He said a moment's farewell to the mothers and then came back to the mosque.

"To the house first, yuk. Ummi wants to talk."

"Yes Ummi." They walk together. Merr herself felt awkward. Ummi rarely spoke. Not like Umminya Arshila who is very friendly.

Inside, he handed me a package.

"This is a young date. You routinely eat this, so quickly so."

Maryam accepted it saying thank you later.

"Enhanced food consumption. Don't snack recklessly. Ummi wants you to immediately give Ummi a grandchild."

"I–iya Ummi."

"You didn't put it off, did you?"

Mary nodded quickly. "Neither Ummi. Maryam didn't delay it."

"In that case, continue to drink special milk pregnancy program. Ummi hope the next month you guys give good news to Ummi."

Merr smiled, she nodded in spirit.

"Yes, if you want to go home please. Ummi wants to get ready for the seminar."

"Yes Ummi. Merr just wants to go to Arshila's house first. Assalamualaikum." Grabbing his hand and then dipping it.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah."

Merr hugged the package, along with her mukenya bag. He feels happy. Although Umm Salma does not talk much, and his tone is like a jutek but it is good. The proof was that he was looking for this fruit for her. She hoped that she would not disappoint her in-laws, and soon became pregnant with the child of Ustadz Akhri.