Mahabbah Love Khalisa

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For a year, you and Khalisa can stay in that apartment. But after that it's up to Azfan to bring Khalisa where he lives, I don't want to make you suffer but I want you to learn to fight for Khalisa's happiness like I did with Mama Khalisa that it takes hard work to achieve that happiness. I believe you can look after and make Khalisa happy even if not with luxury.

I'll still be paying for Khalisa so you don't have to worry about that.

"From there, what's going on?" Khalisa's question breaks Azfan's daydreams who still thought of Daniel's sentence last night while they were both in the back garden of the house.

Azfan just tightened his grip on Khalisa's hand, he finally commented a smile after dumbstruck since entering the plane that will take them to Azfan's hometown, Sleman Yogyakarta.

When deciding to marry Khalisa, Azfan knew he had to work harder to meet the needs of Khalisa who was used to living a luxurious life. Although Khalisa will not demand Azfan about anything but Azfan understands since childhood Khalisa has been living with luxury then it is impossible he let Khalisa live a life of deprivation.

"If I invite Haura to stay at the boarding house, will Haura?" Azfan asked in a soft voice unwilling to make Khalisa surprised because he suddenly asked that question.

"No problem, I go wherever Mas Azfan lives." Khalisa boasted a smile that touched Azfan. Azfan had expected Khalisa to answer like that.

"From now on I'm responsible for our needs and living expenses, what if one day I don't have the money to eat that day."

Khalisa frowned, why did Azfan always ask such pessimistic questions.

"Proverbs knows, if we are worried about the sustenance of tomorrow then we will sin because God has arranged everything and why do we still worry about such a thing?"

Azfan was silent and slapped with the words Khalisa, "astaghfirullah." He muttered for forgiveness for doubting the creator who had arranged everything so neatly.

Khalisa smiled gently, he kissed Azfan's palm and placed his head on the husband's shoulder.

Khalisa recalled last night Azfan said that although he knew the amount of the balance in the Khalisa ATM card was unlimited but after marriage Azfan wanted Khalisa to use Azfan money unless it was something expensive and really Khalisa.

"If you may know, how much does Haura tuition cost for a year?"

"It looks like under 200, I don't know the exact number." The campus will send a bill of fees to Daniel's email so that Khalisa does not know how much money he spent on college.

Azfan was surprised, it means 3 times the cost of his college. It is fitting that Daniel immediately told Azfan that he would still finance Khalisa's college. Daniel knew Azfan wouldn't be able to afford a two-man college.

"Wo ai ni, Mas." Khalisa said suddenly.

"Wo ai ni?" Azfan repeated Khalisa's sentence, he seemed to have heard it before. Ah Azfan remembered Zunaira saying such a thing to Khalisa earlier at the airport.

"Uhibopen." Khalisa replaced the mandarin with Arabic which Azfan knew.

"Uhibbuki, my beautiful Haura, my pious wife." Azfan kissed the top of Khalisa's head covered in a black headscarf.

Khalisa blushed called shalihah even though he felt far from the word.

"One afternoon Rabiah Al-Adawiyah walked in Baghdad with water and torch in his left hand." Azfan started telling me because it looks like Khalisa was going to sleep when they just got on a plane about 15 minutes ago. Maybe because Khalisa only slept for a while last night because they were busy packing.

"People asked him what he had brought the torch and water for and he said I would burn heaven with a torch and water hell with it so that people would no longer expect heaven when they worship or the fear of the torment of hell, but that men may worship solely because of their love for God."

"Astaghfirullah, straighten out our worship intention so that there is no selflessness in this self." Khalisa lifted his head from Azfan's shoulders.

"There is nothing wrong with hoping for a reward but it would be better if we instill in this self a love for Him." Azfan looked at Khalisa in the shade.

For Khalisa the gaze was like a tree in the middle of a desert that could cool him. Azfan's voice every time he read the Qur'an is like a spring capable of quenching Khalisa's thirst. If so, Khalisa will always be thirsty because he wants to hear the sweet voice of Azfan chanting the verses of Allah.

"Talk about what love before marriage did Mas ever fall in love with a woman other than me?"

Azfan seemed to think, "that was once."

Khalisa's eyebrows are raised, he thinks he is Azfan's first love.

"When?"

"When I was in high school and I was still in school."

"He's pretty?" Khalisa let go of his grip pretending to justify the hijab that is actually neat.

"It seems so because almost all male santri like it."

"He's a santri too?"

"No, he's the son of a cottage nanny but really now I've forgotten him even I forgot his name."

Khalisa snorted, how could someone forget the name of the person he once loved. Khalisa turned his face to look out the window at the cloud clumps that looked like cotton.

Azfan wanted to touch Khalisa but did not dare, why their discussion so boils down to the first love of Azfan when earlier Azfan told about Rabiah Al-Adawiyah who was so in love with God.

Look, women do like to fish for something that can hurt itself.

"Haura, now that I'm only a Haura, that was when I was a teenager, Haura knew her love for a teenager wasn't serious."

Khalisa refused to look, however, if he is angry then he looks like a child when he is 20 years old but Khalisa remains upset to know the fact that he is not Azfan's first love even though he has never been in love before. Azfan was the first person for Khalisa.

"Darling, you're my wife and the last port I'm not going anywhere." Azfan touched Khalisa's back. Why seducing a wife is not taught in school when it is very difficult material. "Haura, I'm sorry."

"Want me tell you more?" Just don't ask Azfan to tell you about his first love. "Are you going to sleep?"

"I'm so sleepy, because of you last night."

"What was I doing last night?" Azfan pulled Khalisa and grabbed him.

"Do you want me to say last night what was it?"

"Not to." Azfan rubbed Khalisa's head.

*******

Arriving at the apartment Azfan took out his clothes that were not much and arranged them in Khalisa's closet. Walk in closet in the apartment has 8 closet doors but Khalisa clothes only meet 3 cabinets including hijab.

Meanwhile, Khalisa opened a gift from some of his friends who had not been opened. He did not need to clean the apartment because Renata had asked for cleaning services during Khalisa's return to Banyuwangi. Renata really spoils Khalisa.

"Mas, we got a couple mug from Ko Levin." Khalisa approached Azfan in the room, he showed 2 cups with initials A and K on each cup that looked expensive.

"Oh yeah?" Azfan turned to Khalisa, "good, we can use it for tea or coffee."

"Beauty ya."

"Yes." Yeah."

Khalisa returned to the kitchen to put the cup down and continued to open another gift. They got a lot of household furniture such as cookware, plates, glasses to Vacuum Cleaner from Humaira. Huma knew that Khalisa already had it in his apartment.

"Well, give me a book too." Khalisa pulled out a pink-coated book that was tucked under the Vacuum Cleaner until it folded slightly. "The house is happy." Khalisa read the title of the book. Apparently it was a new book published by Huma's parent-owned publishing company.

Khalisa's attention was shifted on the Azfan phone screen that was on. He saw an email coming in.

"Mas, there's an email coming in." Khalisa grabbed the phone and stepped into the room.

"Who's baby from?" Azfan had finished folding the shirt and put it in the closet.

Khalisa put his shoulder to the phone to Azfan.

Azfan sat on the round sofa that was in the middle of the walk in closet while Khalisa checked whether Azfan had folded all his clothes neatly or not.

"Gee." Khalisa should not doubt Azfan about tidying up clothes because her husband is the most good at tidying things up.

"From who?" Khalisa sat next to Azfan.

"For a reunion from a meeting of my age." Azfan turned off his phone after reading the email.

"When?" Khalisa seems enthusiastic, you know he likes to get acquainted with many people and add friends.

"Two more weeks but I'm not leaving." Azfan has the opposite nature to Khalisa. Azfan does not believe in gathering with his friends even though they used to study together.

"Why?"

"I've never been to a reunion."

"When it's this year let's go."

Azfan shaking.

"Why Mas, I also want to know your friends, yesterday you did not find many friends, precisely 80% of the guests met me." Khalisa noticed Azfan's facial expression, looking for what Azfan was thinking right now. "Aren't you seeing them?"

Azfan nodded, "they must be great people now, studying abroad even have boarding houses, when it comes they will get out of a nice and shiny car."

Khalisa had suspected that Azfan would be unable to attend such a reunion event. Though Azfan could have been proud after getting 1 MTQ champion in Turkey but Azfan did not think so at all.

"Are they making fun of Mas Azfan?"

"Often."

Khalisa's heart seemed to be saddened to hear Azfan's confession, why people always oppress those who are unable.

"Let's go this year." Khalisa grabbed Azfan's hand, "we also have a good car and lecture in a good place, Mas Azfan has no reason to be insecure."

"Haura sure wants to go, it's my high school reunion."

"Related." Khalisa nodded steadily.

"Then I think about it." Azfan exhaled a heavy breath. Come on, it's just a reunion.

"All right."

They continued to compile gifts from Khalisa friends that had been opened until the dhuhur time arrived.