Mahabbah Love Khalisa

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Azfan rubbed Khalisa's face in his lap while chanting Al-Baqarah's letter after dawn prayers. Khalisa's eyes looked swollen from crying a lot during the tahajud. It was not a cry of sorrow but an infinite happiness and gratitude because God had entrusted them to immediately have offspring.

The love of God is truly infinite in number. Although Khalisa often complained and complained or even thought that God was unfair to him because he quickly gave offspring to some couples and did not immediately give it to him, but God was not angry at all. God remained meekly embracing Khalisa with much affection.

Likewise with other human beings when they think God is unjust, God still gives a very broad compassion and grace. The way people receive God's love is different. Sometimes we have to stop and think about what God has given us. Of course, we cannot count them, but God's grace and forgiveness are far more than our sins. Never give up on His mercy.

Even a hot hell is born because Allah is Most Love. Like a washing machine, hell will wash away human sins before putting them in heaven.

"I'm not sleeping." Khalisa opened his eyes when Azfan was about to lift his body, surely Azfan was about to move him to bed.

Azfan smiled at Khalisa's forehead, he thought his wife was sleeping because she did not move and did not open her eyes.

"I am again focused on reading Mas Azfan."

"Is something wrong, baby?" Ask Azfan gently.

Khalisa lifted his head from Azfan's lap and shook his head, "nothing at all."

"Haura's crying again?" Azfan cupped Khalisa's cheek rubbing his wet eyes.

"Our Lord, do not let You punish us if we forget or we are wrong. O our Lord, do not burden us with a heavy burden like You have burdened our previous ones. O our Lord, do not bring to us what we cannot bear. Forgive us, forgive us, and have mercy on us. You are our Helper, so help us against the disbelievers." Khalisa mentions some of the meaning of the letter Al-Baqarah verse 286, a translation of a verse he has memorized for a long time.

"It is Allah's gift to the Prophet shalallahu alaihi wa salam."

"God's holy man." Khalisa embraced Azfan tightly, the presence of Azfan in his life is also a form of God's love for him. Azfan is a man who will always guide Khalisa to achieve the love of God together. "God gave us a boneless tongue so as not to feel tired of thinking to Him."

"God willing is my wife who shalihah."

Khalisa breaks down the hug. They looked at each other in their hearts.

"Hp Mas Azfan the sound of tuh." Khalisa glanced at the nightstand where their phone was.

Azfan went from the top of the prayer mat to pick up his phone. If Khalisa's phone vibrates almost every time because of hundreds of messages from grub chat then it is different from Azfan's phone which is always quiet like a cave. So once the clinking means there's one important message going into that phone.

Khalisa folded his prayer mat and took off his face and put it in its original place. He went out of the room to check the stock of groceries in the refrigerator, what can be cooked today.

Khalisa smiled when he saw the refrigerator was empty, there was only one container of ice cubes in the form of boxes. It was a sight he had hardly seen before marriage. But now it was a common sight and Khalisa had to get used to it. The good news is that Khalisa never had rotting fruits in the refrigerator because he had to save on expenses and buy enough fruit. Married to Azfan taught Khalisa many things such as pressing expenses and saving them for other needs.

Khalisa arranged the flowers on a glass bottle and placed them on the dining table. It was the flower people gave her while she was at home. Khalisa brought all the fresh flowers home here. They can dry and store the flowers.

"Why are those smiles?" Khalisa saw Azfan coming with a big smile on his face. He washed his hands after arranging Gerbera flowers and Lily approached Azfan.

"Alhamdulillah there is a pesen calligraphy we are not one but three at once and he wants the size of 1 meter." Azfan explained with enthusiasm and a radiant face.

Khalisa washed his hands and held Azfan's hands together, smiling broadly because even though it was a calligraphy entirely handmade by Azfan, Azfan always called it our calligraphy.

"Alhamdulillah Mas, later I will menemenin Mas Azfan in the store because it must make it until night right and will not be finished in one day."

"Geza wants to help me make calligraphy."

"Geza?"

"Yes, he tried to color the calligraphy that I had sketched and I saw Geza was talented so I asked him to help me at the store and his son agreed, he said it was good enough to add pocket money because Aunt Dianis still did not want to give him more money."

Khalisa laughed, Dianis is indeed the most willing to give punishment even though it was on her own child. That's because Geza does not want to obey his parents' willingness to study Hospitality Business Management.

"This is our son's sustenance." Azfan rubbed Khalisa's head and kissed his forehead. He also gave a kiss on Khalisa's flat stomach. "What's the cook today?"

"There was nothing in the fridge, I suddenly wanted to eat the yellow rice at Pakem market."

"Let's go." Tukas Azfan even though he knew the market would still be open in an hour. They can walk around while waiting for the market to open.

"I'll get ready first." Khalisa said excitedly.

"Well, I got out of the bike first." Azfan stepped out of the kitchen to take out the motor and heat up the engine.

The distance of their rented house with Pakem market is only about 3 kilometers. They rarely shop there because there is a market closer than home. But because Khalisa wants to eat yellow rice there, Azfan immediately obeyed him even though the market was not open. Azfan did that not because Khalisa was pregnant, previously he would also directly comply with Khalisa's request as long as he was able.

"Darling, this shophouse is good." Khalisa pointed to a shophouse on the left of the road they were traveling.

"Yes, it's just so and it's still empty."

"It is good to be the place of our Tahfidz Park later if there is sustenance."

"Aamiin, may the money soon be collected."

Their money to open guidance has not been collected but they have started to give a name to the guidance, namely Tahfidz Park. Azfan also began to look for competent counselors so that the children not only memorize but also make the Qur'an as a guide for life.

Azfan stopped his motorbike in a market parking area that was still quiet. Khalisa took out his phone after getting off the bike, he will record his shopping so as not to be confused when entering the market later.

Azfan helped Khalisa take off his helmet and tidied up his wife's hijab.

"Thank You." Khalisa. He saw a message coming in from Naira that was sent a few minutes ago. Khalisa read the message first.

Assalamualaikum Khalisa, yesterday I went home but you are not there. I'd like to ask you to make a shirt if you have time. Before leaving for Yemen, I'd like to bring your clothes for mementos.

The message was sent along with a photo of a black robe with a pearl accent along the waist to the feet. Without thinking twice Khalisa responded to Naira's request. He will try to make the clothes that Naira wants as good as possible.

"What time is first class Azfan?"

"Oight hour."

"If so little spending, fear Mas Azfan late in class."

"It's important that Haura can eat that yellow rice."

As soon as the yellow rice stall Khalisa wanted to open, they went there and ordered two servings of yellow rice as breakfast this morning. Yellow rice became Khalisa's favorite menu since the beginning of college first because in addition to delicious, they are easily found everywhere.

******

Kafa took off his glasses once out of the laboratory after 3 hours of practicum with his classmates. He squeezed his temple which felt pulsating due to a practicum that completely racked his brain to dry.

"Why, where's lunch?" One of Kafa's female friends patted Kafa on the shoulder from behind, trying to equalize Kafa's wide steps.

Kafa did not immediately reply as he had not had time to think about his lunch. Usually he would go out of campus to find lunch, he rarely ate in the cafeteria because the place was always full during the break.

"Not thought." Answer Kafa briefly.

"Who's the rose for?" The girl glanced at the bouquet of pink peach flowers in Kafa's hand.

Kafa slightly lifted the bouquet, "this is not a rose."

Kafa smiled obliquely, clearly roses and peonies were much different. Kafa quickened the pace so that his classmate would no longer follow him. He clearly showed a dislike expression towards the girl. Some days he always follows Kafa and invites him to chat even though despite being in the same department, their chat is not connected. Examples such as roses and peonies that make Kafa increasingly dislike the girl. No. gabe. Kafa doesn't like anyone here.

"Gee!" A girl's shrieking voice was heard when Kafa accidentally bumped into her. Both fell down to touch the paving.

The voice was familiar to Kafa's ears but it was not a sound that made him happy, instead he was annoyed just by hearing the voice. Kafa swerved to see the bouquet of flowers fall into the gutter. He crawled to see the condition of the flower bouquet that was no longer beautiful. Kafa's chest deflates emotions. He had ordered the Peony bouquet from yesterday to give it to Khalisa. Kafa wishes to congratulate Khalisa on her pregnancy.

"Mahira!" Kafa shouted the girl's name out loud. Why Manira always messes with Kafa's beautiful life. Everything went smoothly from the moment Kafa woke up until he met Mahira and the calmness of his life evaporated in the wind.

Why of the many people, Kafa must always collide with Mahira. This is not the first time they have collided.

"Oh my goodness, Kafa." Mahira gawked not because she dropped a bouquet of Kafa flowers but—"you finally want my name!" He said it dramatically as if Kafa mentioned his name there would be a miracle going on.

Kafa went to clean up the dust that was soiling his white robe and pants, "i don't want to know change my bouquet right now!" His screams were full of emotion until the girl who had been standing behind him ran away for fear of being hit by Kafa's tantrums.

Mahira is not at all afraid to see Kafa angry because he has often faced Kafa who likes to yell at people. Mahira grabbed the bouquet and went along.

"Five stalks of Peony, two Lily and three Chrysanthemums." Mahira gave the names of the three flowers in Kafa's bouquet. "Not more than 100 grand." Said proud.

"Crazy!" Kafa cursed, he even spent more than 500 thousand to get fresh Peony imported directly from Japan. Kafa grumbles with Mandarin that Mahira doesn't understand.

Mahira's expression instantly changed, she blinked her eyes twice and took a step forward.

"So how much, can't it be 30 grand dong?"

Kafa also took a step forward until their distance was only about 30 centimeters.

"Seven hundred and eighty!" Kafa's words with great emphasis.

Mahira gawked at the number Kafa spoke, subconsciously opening his mouth for a while. Mahira could even smell Kafa's breath smelling mint, what candy did he eat? Happydent, Fisherman's Friend, Hexos, Relaxa or Lotte Xylitol. Don't know. Mahira did not want to think of the name of the candy that Kafa ate. Mahira should think more about her fate because it has damaged the flower for more than half a million. Did Kafa lie to her? not likely. There was no lie on Kafa's face.

"I don't want to know, change this flower now."

"But Kafa, you know I don't have that kind of money."

Kafa smiled widely, a contrived smile that illustrates that he did not want to hear any reason from Mahira's mouth.

"I don't want to know."

"Yes, let me take you to the flower shop." Mahira pulls Kafa's hand.

"Please!" Kafa pulled his hand back quickly. "Not hold on."

"Yes-yes sorry!" Mahira scrunched her mouth.

Finally they took a car Kafa to Anjani Florist which is a flower shop in the city of Yogyakarta owned by relatives of Mahira. That is why Mahira knows many types of flowers including the name of the flowers on the bouquet belonging to Kafa.

"If it wasn't for compensation, I wouldn't want to be with you." Kafa sizzle as he glanced at Mahira who was sitting beside him.

"I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean to mention why the hell you're running so hasty like a pee kebelet."

Kafa just let go of a rough breath, earlier he dodged from his classmate but instead faced with Mahira who was much more annoying. Kafa was unable to give the flowers to Khalisa after college.

They arrived at a not-so-big florist with the Anjani Florist sign on the front. The building is made of glass so they can see the contents inside the store. Dozens of types of flowers are displayed outside the store ranging from Roses, Tulips, Ranunculus, Baby Breath, Chrysanthemums to Gerbera.

"Assalamualaikum Aunt Lita." Mahira said hello to a woman in her 40s who was busy cutting roses.

"Waalaikumussalam, loh Mahira why not come here?" The woman named Lita ended her activities approaching Mahira.

"Aunty has a Peony?" Mahira kissed his aunt's hand and circulated the view all over the shop.

"Nothing, not the season anymore." Lita sees the guy behind Mahira, "who?"

"Temme me."

Kafa smiled at Lita at a glance, since when were they friends? Kafa labels the enemy to Mahira.

"Kafa, the Peony is replaced with Ranunculus yes, beautiful too." Mahira touched the orange-colored Ranunculus flower nearby.

Kafa saw the flower that Mahira touched, he admitted that the flower named Ranunculus was also beautiful orange with a peach tinge.

"Shit up." Kafa shook his hand, "just a pretty bikinin." He did not want to deal longer with Mahira. Although Kafa knew the price of the flower must be cheaper than his bouquet but he knew Khalisa would definitely like it. Khalisa is not the type of person who sees things from the price.

"Sit down first." Mahira put a chair near Kafa and let him sit down.

"Tante please make a good bouquet, Mahira will pay if you already get a monthly ration from Mom." Mahira whispered to Lita.

"What's wrong?" Lita whispered.

"So Mahira rusakin's bouquet of flowers got her so Mahira had to change deh, where got her expensive again, 780 thousand Aunty." Mahira still does not believe in the price of the bouquet, it is possible that Kafa lied to him.

"Oh yeah? it must be expensive to import."

"Peony Aunty or did he lie to Mahira aja Tan?"

"Now it's not the Peony season that's expensive, as people who struggle with flowers every day, Auntie believes that the price is that much."

Mahira mendelik, that is half of his monthly ration. Why Kafa buys such expensive flowers when there are many local flowers that are also beautiful but the price is cheaper.

"Where are you going?" Mahira sees Kafa moving out of the shop but he does not hear the answer from the pale white guy. "Smazy but a bumble."

"Guus!" Lita hits Mahira's back for making fun of her own friend.

30 Minutes later Kafa returns right after Mahira and Lita finish a bouquet of very beautiful pink Ranunculus flowers even without the addition of other types of flowers.

Kafa's face looks brighter when he returns, Mahira suspects that Kafa has just performed sublime prayers at a mosque near here. Boy Sholeh but unfortunately fierce for mercy! Mahira grumbled inwardly recalling Kafa's anger earlier.

"Udah?" Kafa took over the flower, "thank you." Instead of saying it to Mahira, Kafa thanked Lita.

"Together." Reply Lita friendly.

"Go back first." He turned his back from the shop full of flowers.

"Gee!" Mahira screeched, "what am I?"

"Good angkot, bye!" Kafa waved at Mahira without turning his head with one hand put into his pants pocket. Mahira is made to check by Kafa's behavior, he thinks Kafa will drive him home.