My Favorite You's

Chat before Sleeping

Finally finished also the business of Mr. Arif. Liburaaaan. Citra has planned everything from where they will go to to what they will do.

"This is going to be a holiday you will never forget. Jena has planned carefully and perfectly." The image continued to speak while preparing the items to be brought. Mr. Arif who was getting used to the noise in the room which was none other than the wife only responded with a nod. He was busy tidying up the school administration on his laptop.

"You don't Mas, this is the place that Jena has dreamed of making a vacation but Papi and Mama don't give permission."

Mr. Arif turned his head for a while, smiled a little and then returned to his work.

"Mas will not be comfortable." Excited added.

"Yes. Thanks, Jen." Said Mr. Arif while closing his laptop. Work is done time to help his beloved wife beberes.

"We want to camp?" Ask Mr. Arif when he saw almost all the exact supplies of scout children who want to camp.

"Look at it later." Answer the secret snobs. Mr. Arif mangosteen. He did not want to mess up his wife's plan which had even recorded all the equipment in his agenda book.

"Can I help you?" Mr. Arif helped Citra who looked troubled pull the zipper of his backpack because it was too full.

"False, Mas. It's done." The image clapped once while exhaling a sigh of relief.

"After this immediately wudhu trus sleep." Said Mr. Arif tidying up the hair tie Citra almost released.

"Okay, Boss!" He hugged Mr. Arif for a moment and rushed to the bathroom.

After ablution and changing clothes with a more comfortable, Citra joined on the bed with Pak Arif who was half lying on his back on a pillow arranged.

"Read what the hell?" The image approached, infiltrating between the armpits of Mr. Arif peeked at what her husband was reading that was different from before. Mr. Arif did not answer but showed the cover of the book, which is about the household of the Prophet.

The image of the mangosteen after reading it. He's looking for a comfortable position in Mr. Arif's chest.

"Mas, the Prophet is polygamy, yes, Mas will also follow the sunah that is not?" Citra asked after a moment of silence.

Mr. Arif opened the next sheet again, did not immediately answer.

"Because I don't want to be in polygamy." Image continued, horrified by his own shadow.

"Mb Jen is against polygamy? It's from God, Ma'am."

Citra let out a short sigh, "Yes anyway. Religious teachers have been clear but still it feels very bad not really Mas see people who are loved with others."

"Mbak Jen loves Mas?" Mr. Arif put his book on the nightstand and hugged Citra. His chin he put on the head of Citra.

"If not dear, Jena now not here dikelukan Mas Arif but again scramble remot TV with Alul at home." Reply Citra a little sewot invites laughter Mr. Arif.

"That's it."

"Yes. So the answer that used to let Jena think you still want to be here or go home for the remot scramble with Alul."

Mr. Arif chuckled, before explaining that he improved Citra's position to be more comfortable in his arms, "Mbak Jen knows that there are more women in the world than men?"

Imagra.

"Well, one of the solutions is polygamy so that other Muslim women who have not been fooled can stay awake by being married by Muslims who are good in their faith and morality."

"But it still hurts to squirm the husband of another woman's marriage." Said Citra still does not accept.

"Humanivi Mbak Jen. But a true Muslim woman will not have the heart to see her Muslim brother live without protection. It could be that they will be dragged into things that God hates." explained Mr. Arif carefully. "The same Muslim brothers, Ms. Jen. And as brothers it is fitting that we take care of each other in kindness even if it is to share protection."

Image shook his head, tighten his embrace to Mr. Arif, "No way. Jena does not want to share Mr. Arif. Jena can't fix it."

"Because I don't want to be in polygamy, hyx."

"Oh Allah, Nduk." Mr. Arif immediately grabbed Citra in his arms, kissing her hair many times. Couldn't bear to hear his little wife's cry, "It's not so, Mas. No, don't cry."

"Because you want to go home with Papi, please."

Mr. Arif shook his head, "You're not going anywhere. Forever the same." Imagining Citra gone from his life like a hell of the world for Mr. Arif. "Let's sit real, let Mas answer your question." he helped Citra sit straight, helping her wipe the tears that flooded her mangrove cheeks. "It's crying, yes, horrifying me."

Imagra nodded while looking forward. Both of his hands were in the grasp of Mr. Arif who was looking at him dearly.

"Mas will not precede destiny but for Mas, Jen's mother is enough. Mas always asked God to be sufficient only with you in life and vice versa. Polygamy is not easy. There are many conditions that must be met if you want to do it not only as long as you can afford the material and then want to do it. And I never even thought about doing it."

"Really?" The image stared expectantly.

Mr. Arif instead replied instead of pulling Citra in his arms, "Mas is not a perfect man, Ms. Jen. But believe me, you're all I want now, later or whenever to live. I'm sorry, I made Jen cry."

Citra replied to Mr. Arif's embrace, "Jena is not against Mas's polygamy, but Jena knows Jena's capacity. Jena could be the bad guy if that happens."

"Shhhtttt, don't say anything more. I want to hug Jena."

The image nodded, enjoying Mr. Arif's soothing embrace.

No one can predict the future, including the image. But in his prayer which he tried to do as solemnly as possible, at the end of every reading of his Quran and at every time mustajab to pray, he said, his prayer was to ask that this hug forever be only his and their children's.

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"Sir, see HP Mas?"

The image that was making sure to return their belongings before leaving for the destination shook its head.

"In the nightstand drawer?"

Mr. Arif shook his head, "It's been a check but nothing." he made sure to go back in the nightstand drawer and then under the pillow but nothing.

"It's like I didn't open HP last night." The image stood and searched in the room.

"Astaghfirullah, forgot. Still in the bag." Mr. Arif immediately took his briefcase and checked HP. His intention was to call Mom and Dad to tell them they were going on vacation. Both parents are still out of town and will be back tomorrow. Looking at the items that Citra prepared it seemed like this trip was not just a day so she had to tell their parents. But when you touch the HP screen, a history of missed calls from unknown numbers is displayed there. Mr. Arif frowned, but when he did not get a clue he chose to ignore it and called his mother.

"Oh yes Mas, yesterday there was a person who found Mas Rahman's address, is there a neighbor named Mas Rahman?" The image emerged from the bathroom carrying the leftover toiletries.

Mr. Arif who failed to contact his mother turned, "Mas Rahman?"

The image nodded, "Yes, nothing, right? Jena sure the hell it's a mode nanyain address turns out to check there are people or not let it be robbed. Nowadays it's a lot of heat."

"Male or female?"

"Women are young, beautiful. It's a shame that it's a criminal."

Mr. Arif is stunned.

"Oh yes Mas, don't forget to bring the eh-wallet, "Pak Arif's wallet fell out of Citra's hands, Hurriedly he took it and something just greeted Citra's consciousness when he saw Pak Arif's ID card that was open.

"Mas's name is Arif Rahman-" Citra looked at Mr. Arif and his ID card alternately, "Mas Rahman means Mas Arif?"

Mr. Arif nodded, "Maybe." He took his wallet and put it in his back pocket, "Udah, yuk! It'll be noon." He asked, followed by Citra who suddenly thought of who the woman was yesterday.

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