Marry me, Mr. Mafia

Episode 42

"How long ago, Miss Aila!"

"Tiger!"

Aila who was still in a state of shock shouted as long as she mentioned a name. And immediately he smothered his own mouth when he found the two men's eyes glaring at him.

"I'm sorry, sir."

The mood felt gripping. Aila started to creep. He regretted shouting out the big name of the man.

Is he going to shoot me in the head? No. gabe. I have not yet prayed magrib, at least allow me to pray first. I beg! His whisper was in his heart while closing his eyes.

Aila's ears could clearly hear the sound of Tiger's footsteps approaching her. Under these circumstances, Aila could only resign.

"Worship first." Tiger's hand gently stroked Aila's head wrapped in her hijab.

"Did?!" Aila looked up to look at Tiger's face, she wanted to make sure what she heard just now wasn't wrong.

"Isn't it time for you to worship?" Reset Tiger.

"Yes, sir."

"Then go do your worship. I'll wait until you've finished your dialogue with God."

"Good, sir."

Tiger moved away from Aila's body, that was when Aila immediately stepped quickly towards the one door she could make sure it would take her to the bathroom. However, as soon as his hand was about to turn the door algae, he turned to look at Tiger who was about to sit on the edge of a large bed, probably king size.

"Mr-"

Hearing Aila call out to him, Tiger turned his head. "What's wrong? Did you forget to bring your worship uniform?"

"No. It's not that."

"Then, what?"

Aila took her breath repeatedly, she was still arguing with herself, having to say what she wanted or not.

"Say Aila. You know I don't like being stale."

Bismillah...

"Will you pray with me?" Aila said that in one breath and closed her eyes.

Tiger's face was flat upon hearing Aila's plea just now. Even so, his eyes looked sharp looking at Aila's tightly gritted eyes.

"I've never done anything like that in my life. So even if I agree, I still can't do it."

The soft answer that came out of Tiger's mouth made Aila ventured to open her eyes and smile at her husband.

"Master still remembers the way of wudu?" Search Aila.

"Yes, I think I still remember how."

"Then, come with me first."

Tiger seemed to think. Then, he walked over to Aila. "All right."

A wide smile adorned Aila's face. Finally she managed to make her husband slowly melt and soft on her.

Tiger raised his shirt high. Not forgetting he also raised his pants up to the middle of his calf. Then, he followed Aila's movements as he took the wudu water to completion.

Tiger just silently watched without even asking what Aila was doing.

"Thank you for your hand like this." Said Aila who raised her hand and stood facing the qibla. Without protest, Tiger said.

Aila recited the prayer after the ablution. Only then did he pull Tiger's arm that had been wrapped neatly again by the arm of his shirt to come stand beside him.

"Master follow every move. If I say Allaaahu akbar, then that means his movements will change." Once her spirit Aila explained and practiced the prayer movement on Tiger.

"OKAY. I can." Tiger had already memorized his movements with just one look and he did not protest at all, he became very obedient to Aila tonight.

Aila began to frown in her prayers and Tiger followed. They did stand in line, because Aila was only trying to teach Tiger. It was impossible for him to ask Tiger to stand in front as a priest, as Tiger could not yet pray. And Aila certainly could not have been a priest in prayer for her husband. That's why their standing position is parallel, like when a mother teaches her child to pray.

Tiger followed every move very well, although he had to peek while prostrating, as he could not see clearly whether Aila had already risen from her prostration or not.

Finally the prayer is finished. Aila immediately chanted a prayer that was reserved for Tiger and himself. As Aila raised her hand to pray, Tiger also followed her.

"Allahumma inni Zholamtu Nafsi Zull-man Katsiran Walaa Yagh-firu Zunuuba illa Anta, Fagh-firli Min indika Magfirotan Innaka Antal Rghofuu Rur-rahim"

(O Allah, I have wronged myself with great injustice. And no one will forgive my sins but You. So forgive me with greater forgiveness than Your side. Verily, Thou art forgiving, merciful.)

"Aamiin ya Robbal 'alamiin." Aila ended her prayer by rubbing her palm all over her face which Tiger also followed.

Then, Aila grabbed Tiger's hand and kissed the back of that right hand gratefully. Yes Aila felt grateful because God left a good man like him who wanted to marry her even without knowing her at all.

"Thank you, sir."

Aila was about to let go of Tiger's hand, but before that happened, Tiger pulled the hand carrying Aila's body into his arms.

Somehow her heart started to piqu and she started to fear losing Aila. His heart began to acknowledge the sense of interest that existed for Aila. But, every time he remembered his parents, Tiger felt guilty for daring to love the daughter of the evil man who killed his parents.

Dad, mom, Levanrino my sister-I'm sorry for wanting this girl. I was afraid of losing her, I was afraid of hurting her. But, I'm so sorry for you guys.

"Master, may I ask you a question?" Aila's soft voice returned Tiger from his daydream.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Mmm, I want to ask you about Sunee-"

Hearing the name come out of Aila's mouth, Tiger let go of his embrace.

"Who told you about Sunee?"

"Lyn."

"What did Lyn say about Sunee." Tiger brought Aila's body back into his arms.

"Mmm, Lyn says Sunee is the girl you love so much."

"Are you jealous?"

"Can I be jealous?"

Both corners of Tiger's lips were raised perfectly. She smiled happily at Aila's question just now. "You don't have to be jealous of him. He's not in this world anymore."

"That means that Sunee is still in this world, can I be jealous of her?" Aila looked up, she wanted to see Tiger's face, but before Aila really saw his face, Tiger pressed Aila's head first until it sank in her chest.

"You have no right to be jealous of any woman. Don't forget, your position isn't favorable enough to feel such a paltry taste."

Every time Varen treated me gently, there would be words that would hurt me. I shouldn't have asked. After all, what right do I have to feel jealous.