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48-Prime Night Tools

"Beauty is able to cool the eyes, but it can never reconcile the peace of the soul."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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New day, new atmosphere, and new status of course. If the previous days I would have preferred to wake up late and laze around in the morning, but for this time it was another than the others. Totally different. Arda woke me right clockwise clinking at three in the morning. I don't know what the guy wants to do in the middle of the night like this. My drowsiness has not been treated but with disrespect he instead did that to me. I wanted to feel scolded and scolded him, but I paused when these two dimwits heard the reason.

"We pray night jama'ah." That's the word he makes an excuse. With a lazy step and helpless lunglai I rushed to the bathroom to wash my face while taking ablution water. While Arda prepares the prayer equipment that we will use. I don't know how to pray and how to read it, but if I ask I'm ashamed too. Yes bodo very I just follow the movement, and for the reading I just use the Fardu prayer reading. For the matter of his intention is not what let him be the representative. This is the risk of marrying a religious man, I was also required to know everything. I am very lay in that.

"Change the clothes, Dar. Time wants to face God wearing a nightgown," he said that made me grunt violently. It's so complicated, anyway. After all I pray using mukena, not just a nightgown.

"There's a face covering my nightgown, Arda!" sahutku with a tone of annoyance and jutek. My life has not been perfectly gathered, and he has perfectly reigned over this and that. The more days he went.

"You can dress well and neatly when you want to meet people who you think are important, but when you are going to God you only use ordinary clothes, and that's also the ex you slept on. Is that not back, Dar? Put on the best clothes you have, at least on the day of reckoning later in the afterlife the shirt can say, 'I have been used to worship You, O Lord.' If life wants to really improve your relationship with God first, especially the prayer service," he explained at length.

I snorted with both feet that I stomped to the floor. Why is he so annoying? His true nature began to come out to the surface. Where was Arda who never said much, and always followed my word? I'm sick of him.

"Have you?" tanyanya. I cleared my throat pretty fast in response. Wearing at the speed of lightening and immediately standing behind him.

Whether consciously or not suddenly the feeling of arrogance and annoyance that I just felt yawned just like that, just because of hearing the voice of takbir that Arda echoed. My heart was very calm and peaceful hearing the chanting of the Qur'an from him. In the middle of the silence of the night like this is indeed very fitting to be used as a time of contemplation and confession of sins that have been committed.

I don't know what Surah she read, but I don't know why my heart is shaking so hard at hearing it. My chest felt very tight, my breathing was hunting rapidly irregularly, and right on the last bow, my tears just fell. I can't control myself, and I can't do much more than enjoy the mess I'm feeling. I don't know what I'm currently feeling, which is clear I was slapped by an invisible object that immediately makes my whole body sick and shiver full of fear.

Innahum kaanuu qobla zaalika mutrofiin wa kaanuu yushirruuna 'alal-hinsil-'azhiim [1]. The chants from the last surah that Arda recited are so ringing in memory. I was foolish in understanding the meaning and content contained in the Qur'an, but somehow the piece of verse managed to make me feel a deep pain. What's wrong with me?

"Allahu Akbar." I woke up from my prostration position when the word takbir was spoken from the sidelines of Arda's lips. My situation is now very chaotic and powerless to continue this activity. The prayer I recited had gone everywhere. My focus was lost and only on the piece of verse that Arda had read. My brain guesses curious.

"Assalamualaikum warohmatulloh," his greeting with his head alternately looked to the right and left. I followed what he did, but after that I immediately bent my knees and put my head on it, then hugged it tightly. My feelings are increasingly uncertain of direction and purpose, I do not understand the current me. This is not me.

I looked up and looked at the worried face displayed by him. "Lo that makes me rich gini, Arda. You make me comfortable and calm but you also make me scared and scared at the same time. I'm confused as to what I'm feeling right now."

Arda pulled my head slowly, removing the clear liquid that had flooded all over the surface of my face. "But you don't understand, but your heart is much more understanding." I just silently digested the sentence he just said.

"Don't use your wits to understand it, but use your heart to inspire it" he said with a thin snippet.

"Gue doesn't know what you mean, Arda. The language you use is too high" I said, which made a thin smile on his lips rise.

"This world is jewelry, and the best of jewelry is the woman of prayer" Arda paused her sentence and gently grasped both my hands, "and I hope you are one of the many jewels. Not only in the world, but also in the hereafter." The rumbling in my chest made a great revolt hearing the sentence that Arda had just revealed. My heart suddenly warmed and felt a calmness that I had never felt before.

"Have not cried continuously, the beauty will be lost," he chanted which even made me grunt involuntarily. What's wrong with that guy? Is he also a kind of guy who is good at selling a lot of sweet jokes on every woman?

I wiped away the traces of tears around my face with my face. "Beauty I won't wear off just from crying, Mas Arda," I said with eyebrows that I deliberately went up and down. I deliberately pressed his last two words. Shame on the truth, but I had to get used to it in order to be able to explore my role as a real wife.

Arda chuckled softly before saying, "Please, Dar." I nodded with a big smile. "In return you must teach me religion. From now on I will follow whatever you command" I asked. Bismillah, I hope this is a good start to my life. Time can never wait, anytime if God wants He will take my life. I don't want to die when I haven't been obedient, at least I've tried and tried. And for the result let the power of God speak.

"God willing, rebuke me that the way I guide you is too hard and over the limit" he said, to which I responded with a nod of confidence.

The beauty of the face is able to cool the eyes, but it will never be able to reconcile the peace of the soul. If being with him is a destiny I cannot refuse, I hope my heart can be moved to stay.  Hope it's simple. Simply make me as an obedient and obedient makmum while being one shaf behind him. And make me a friend of life when I'm next to him.

~TBC~

Footnote :

[1]. "Truly they were before that (formerly) living luxuriously, and they were perpetually committing great sins." (QS. Al-Waqi'ah 56: Verses 45-46)