Miss To Move Diary

Lauhul Mahfuzdh's

"I'm grateful that now my prayers are answered, to be your husband, to be by your side and to have you is the greatest hope in life." I just kept quiet and didn't budge.

"I don't want anything right now, other than to make you happy and make sure you're okay." Connect her.

"Why silence?" His face looked at me, loosening his arms to wait for my answer.

"So, I heard it." Answer me stupid. Not that I did not pay attention to his words, instead I was very stunned by his confession.

"I'm your husband, not your boss or co-worker you should call? Or should I call you 'mom', Bu Yevn?" Ask her.

"It feels better to call the poles than 'father', I prefer the call of the poles?" I'm surprised it's not stupid, indeed before marriage I often taseplosan call his pole.

"Don't that sound worse?"

"I'd rather judge it's a dear call in particular right." I don't believe what I hear.

"I'm still awkward, sir. Can give me time to call my father in his proper name. God willing, I'll learn."

Say it with guilt.

"Always, all my time is your time. Don't think about it." Her speech.

Mr. Kavin kissed my forehead for a long time, I just kept quiet without rejection. I realized that she had things over me, even I was still faithfully wearing a hijab in front of her, and she never forced her will.

Guilt started attacking me.

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I sat in the music room, Mr. Kavin has been out since then because of a sudden affair, as well as stopping by his old house to take his clothes.

My phone rang, I saw the name of Brother Teguh on the screen.

"Assalamu'alaikum, "Say the voice of a man I have not heard for a long time.

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi," I answered.

"How's brother doing?" I asked her directly.

He was silent for a long time, though,,

"Thank God, okay, how are you?"

"Alhamdulillah, I'm good brother."

"Yevn, man,"

"Yes, brother."

"I'm sorry I didn't show up at your wedding yesterday."

"Yes, what's wrong. I know brother must be very busy, brother Jerry has also said, we work in the same place, I know how busy, so just relax." Answer me.

"Yes, I've been busy lately, so,,,,,"

"Yes, I know." Answer me.

"Yevn, I lied." Said Brother Teguh.

"Yes, I know." My speech.

"I know, brother lied. But I don't know what to do either?" I said I understood what Teguh meant.

His voice began to tremble across the street.

"I can't accept the fact, maybe if I see you with other men, adding to my heartbreak right then and there. But now I realize, this is what you've been responsible for all this time, although it's different, but I know it. Avoiding you was also not the right choice, instead I felt more guilty." Definitely Brother Teguh.

"Obviously, where maybe you can avoid a silly sister and like to trouble your sister with responsibilities at work. If you avoid me, then who else can I throw my duty." I replied with silliness, trying to melt the atmosphere.

There was a still stiff laughter across the street.

"I miss with colleagues in the office, later if you have entered work, I will bill tracts of all, especially the team." My speech.

"Whose new party title, who should try to treat?" Her reply.

We laugh the same.

"Well, you close first, you have to leave again. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Va'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi...."

I breathed a sigh of relief, after all I felt fine.

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I pressed the piano keys,,, played a song that was once popularized by Meyda Safira,

Mr. Kavin's face is reflected between the sound of the piano I play.

you're the one written on lauhul mahfuzdh

you are my biggest secret

your presence has perfected my life

you are what I call in my prayer

your presence completes my faith

I wait in my patience

I express all my hopes

with you in my future

building love, building heaven

reaching ridho....

My heart beats faster, imagining the face of the man, the man who has the title of husband.

A kiss landed on my cheek. His hands hugged me from behind. I was familiar with the aroma, until I turned my head with my fingers still using piano keys.

Looking at her face, I immediately stopped, grabbed her hand and kissed her back.

"I'm sorry, I don't hear the car, and I'm here without welcoming you." My speech.

"I am not a king who needs to be welcomed every time I go and come back, even beheading a wife I love so much because I feel this is an omission." Say it

"But my heaven is upon my father, his disappointed father upon me, is the worst thing for me." I said full of disappointment.

Again, unexpectedly, my body again floated, I was already in the hands of Mr. Kavin who carried me.

Reflexively embracing her neck, she smiled happily at what I was doing.

Realizing that, I took off my hand grip on her neck.

"I'm not responsible if you fall." Say it while loosening its grip on my body.

My hands automatically re-embraced her neck, obviously who was not afraid of falling down on the floor without any safety.

"Durunin, please." Pinta. Obviously just in vain.

Mr. Kavin took me to my room, threw my body slowly, then crushed me. What am I going to survive this time? hicks....

"Go there." Say me, ' said,

"Here you go, baby."

"Sholat hasn't." I'm trying again.

"Have, it's not wrong that I chose a faithful wife to remind her husband to worship." He smiled triumphantly.

I was cornered and almost out of sense. After all, the lion is ready to pounce and swallow me alive....

"I want to cook." I said quickly.

"No need, I've bought food." The answer is no less fast.

"But I'm hungry, you know," I said again looking for a way to win.

"Hahaha, well, we eat."

Finally, Mr. Kavin rose from my body, I was triumphant free.....

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After praying, I kissed the back of his hand, as usual he always dropped his head on my lap.

But this time not long ago, he helped me tidy up the prayer mat. When I changed my face and put on the hijab, she hugged my waist, put her chin on my shoulder.

She stopped my hand movements that were busy taking care of the hijab. Slowly grabbed my hijab for sure, until it managed to get out of my head perfectly.

Slowly I opened my eyes, until it was seen in the mirror reflection, plastered already my hair that was just smeared. His face that looked at me through there.

"You're so pretty, baby." Not that he cared about her words, I was nervous amazingly.

*Have I sinned? my aurat, my hair is seen by a man who is not my family.

No, he's my husband, he's my mahram, he has a right to all this*.

My heart was heavy and busy arguing.

Mr. Kavin kissed my lips, turning back to my forehead. Then pulling my body in his arms, I buried my face in his field chest. The typical masculine smell of his body was clearly smelled. Back he kissed my head.

"I will take care of you with all my heart." His whispers.

I just quietly absorbed his sincerity.

"Do you want a way out? " His question immediately got a nod of my head.

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