Mahabbah Love Khalisa

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"Mas please!" Khalisa yelled to wake Azfan from his sleep.

"Why baby?" Azfan saw Khalisa's face with tears, he immediately embraced the wife who seemed to have just had a nightmare. Azfan could feel Khalisa's body trembling in his arms. "Haura calm down, there I ssshhh." Azfan patted Khalisa on the back.

"I dream of Revan—" Khalisa could not continue his sentence, he dreamed as if he were in the incident again, in the basement warehouse and Revan pulled Khalisa's hijab and threw it to the fire.

"Haura was calm huh, Revan would never do that again." Azfan kissed the top of Khalisa's head until he could smell the floral scent of Khalisa's hair. This isn't the first time Khalisa has had nightmares about Revan in the middle of the night. At that time Azfan played an important role in calming Khalisa while convincing him that Azfan would always protect Khalisa.

A cheerful person like Khalisa usually likes to hold sadness alone. Khalisa could laugh in front of many people as if he was fine. But Azfan knew Khalisa often cried in prayers and long prayers at night.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Lirih Khalisa after being calm enough, his cry had also subsided thanks to Azfan who calmed him. Khalisa doesn't know what it would be like if there wasn't Azfan next to him. Khalisa would cry alone and embrace himself.

"I am anterine."

"No need to." Refuse subtle Khalisa. Khalisa grabbed her headscarf which was hung behind the door and then walked out of the room.

Azfan looked at the wall clock that showed at 1 pm, he also woke up from a sleeping position waiting for Khalisa to return. He prayed that God would heal Khalisa's current wounds and be given fortitude after losing Renata— - one of Khalisa's most precious men.

Azfan went after Khalisa, because they had woken up so they established tahajjud prayer.

"Darling, not finished yet?" Azfan waited in front of the bathroom door, he heard the faucet shut off and the door opened. Khalisa came out with a sour face that made Azfan astonished. "Why is his face like that, hm?" Azfan rubbed Khalisa's cheek.

"This month is menstruation again." Khalisa's voice was somewhat choked when he said that.

Azfan pulled Khalisa into his arms and rubbed his wife's head.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"Haura, don't apologize this is God's provision, we must not grieve over God's destiny, I sincerely accept all of this." Azfan's voice was very soft, he did not want to make Khalisa more sad. "Haura knew God would love something at the right time, God wants us both first."

Khalisa raised his face to look at Azfan, when it was dark like this Khalisa could still see the good looks of Azfan.

"Why does Haura want a baby so much?" Azfan cupped Khalisa's cheek asked cautiously.

"Aren't you going to want to?"

"I want to but even if I have not been loved, I have no problem at all, I am sincere with the provisions of Allah so Haura should not be sad let alone sprained because the most know we are God, it could be that what we think is not good is best according to God."

Khalisa smiled, Azfan always made him calm. It is also true that he cannot be prejudiced against the destiny of God.

"If therefore Haura sleeps again, I will continue to pray."

"Yes, it's."

Khalisa returned to the room to prepare sarongs and cocoa clothes and Azfan's skullcap for prayer. Khalisa waited for Azfan to finish ablution, he could not miss the view of the wet face of Azfan because of ablution water, could not. That was the moment where Azfan would look the most handsome.

"Not sleeping anymore?" Azfan wiped the water that passed through his forehead.

"Waituin Mas, I also want to go to the bathroom again because it's not wearing a sanitary pad."

Azfan thanked Khalisa for preparing clothes for him.

"Haura's got a pad in the suitcase?" Ask Azfan.

"Bring, it's always in the suitcase."

Azfan held a prayer mat while Khalisa went to the bathroom to wear a sanitary pad.

The last third of the night was Azfan's favorite time to bow down to the creator. Because at that time there was no noise around. Silent and very calm so that he can enjoy time alone with God.

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In the morning Khalisa hurried to go to the kitchen because he smelled the aroma of cooking from the room. Khalisa couldn't stay in the room while his in-laws were busy in the kitchen.

"What mom cooked?" Khalisa approached the mother who seemed to be stirring something on the frying pan. He also greeted Galuh who was cutting kale.

"This is again the heatin sambal that you bring semalem, why have you woke up, if sleepy just sleep again."

"Wake up early Mom." Khalisa helps Galuh peel the onions and garlic and then wash them.

Kirana's two sons-in-law seemed to be chatting lightly because Khalisa was easily familiar with other people. Khalisa will spread a big smile in front of others as if there is no wound in his life.

They cooked various types of food with large portions due to the arrival of two new family members in the house. Khalisa also brought some meat packs from his apartment that Kirana would cook red seasoning.

Khalisa learned a lot about cooking from his parents-in-law. He was indeed quite good at cooking but when compared to Kirana, he still lost far.

Various dishes are presented on the dining table handmade by three women who have been in the kitchen since dawn. The smell of herbs and spices piercing the nose makes them impatient to eat it.

Safa and Marwah are ready to wear uniforms sitting sweetly in their respective chairs. Since Azfan went to college, they rarely get to eat together like this. So that this moment of togetherness they must make the best use of it. They knew Azfan and Khalisa wouldn't stay here long.

"Thank You." Khalisa smiled at her husband.

"Kan mumpung there Mas nih, anterin me to school dong Mas." Rayu Marwah while putting a face melas on Azfan.

"Usually it's a Dek bike ride." Adi Sahut.

"But Azfan is rarely here."

"Anterin are with Safa too." Reply Khalisa, he understands Marwah wants to always be close to Azfan just like Zunaira who is always attached to him when he returns to Banyuwangi.

"Thank you, Mother." Marwah gets permission from Khalisa.

While Azfan drove Safa and Marwah to school, Khalisa helped Galuh wash dishes and clean the table.

Initially Galuh thought Khalisa would not easily blend in with the environment in Azfan's house because it came from a rich family. But Khalisa is so friendly and adaptable.

"Wake up like Nduk." Kirana cried out to Agam's cry from the room.

"Let me continue Ma'am." Khalisa told Galuh to immediately approach Agam in the room. He continued to wash the dishes and put them on the shelf. "Mom usually starts to bathe at what time?" Ask Khalisa.

"It usually starts soon, Khalisa want to see?"

"You." Khalisa. He has long wanted to come along.

"No morning classes?"

"There was no college lunches, Mas Azfan too, it just so happened that his college hours were the same." Khalisa wiped his hands after washing all dishes and containers of food.

Most of the livelihoods of the people in Giriloyo village are batik. So no wonder if the place becomes one of the must-visit tours if going to Bantul.

Kirana took Khalisa to the gazebo located about 50 meters from the house where he used to batik. Other mothers have also begun to draw on mori cloths that have been given patterns.

Khalisa said hello to the mothers who were in the gazebo. Kirana introduced Khalisa as her son-in-law to them because when she first came here Khalisa was known as a friend of Azfan.

"Finally son-in-law of Bu Kirana also acquaintance with us, mothers here have been curious about Azfan's wife." Said the woman whose hair was carried upwards.

Khalisa smiled apologizing for introducing himself.

"So that car that parked last night in front of Miss Kirana's house had Khalisa."

"Yes, Mom." Khalisa was polite.

"It's so beautiful Azfan's wife." Praise them for making Khalisa blush.

"Have you filled in yet?" Ask one of them.

Khalisa's eyebrows shot up seeing Kirana not understanding the meaning of the question. Isn't it? Khalisa has never had such a question.

Kirana shook her hands at the woman named Lasmi who had asked Khalisa about the sensitive matter. Maybe for them it is a light question that will not hurt feelings. But for some it is a question that will leave a wound.

Kirana coded Lasmi to stop asking.

"You mean you're pregnant yet?" Lasmi clarifies the question that Khalisa did not understand.

"Oh." Khalisa still tried to smile widely even though his heart seemed to be sliced by that simple sentence. "Not yet Ma'am, doain aja ma'am." Further.

"Nothing Khalisa, do not rush anyways you are still in college, alone then if you already have children together time together husband so reduced, just a little, more and more business at home and hard to manage time." Another way to encourage Khalisa.

"Yes, Mom." Short Khalisa reply.

"Let's Khalisa here." Call Kirana a bit away with the other mothers. "You like pictures, Azfan says you're good."

"Mas Azfan said that, ma'am?" Khalisa's cheeks heated up hearing the praise. Lasmi's words just now instantly disappeared from his mind.

"Yes, Khalisa can draw a pattern here." Kirana shows the mori cloth that is still empty so that Khalisa draws the pattern as desired. Kirana believes Khalisa will love this activity.

"Thank you, Mom." Khalisa eagerly took a pencil to draw a pattern on the mori cloth.

The era is all sophisticated as it is now widely used tools to make batik in large factories. But batik tulis remains a prima donna for batik lovers.

The atmosphere of the rice fields with the cool breeze made Khalisa feel at home here, he so had more inspiration to draw batik patterns on this cloth. The birds chirped incessantly, it was nature's most soothing music. This place is the right choice for Khalisa to entertain himself, for a moment run from the world that makes him sad.