My husband never loved me

First worship with you

Hanif could not help but cry, his hope was dashed to have Sisi again. The car he was carrying was speeding up not knowing where else he should aim. He almost hit another driver a few times. Bewilderment flooded his journey. Not only that, the horn sound of other cars also deafen his ears. But the man did not care about it all, he still drove his car fast. Even his life no longer cared. All he had in mind was anger, pain, being crushed at this moment.

Until the moment his car crossed the airport his car stopped suddenly, because he almost hit someone who was crossing there.

"Astaghit!!!!" he rubbed his face with both hands. A moment later he got out of his car to see the state of the person.

Seen from the steering door, a woman fell on the asphalt. The woman grimaced in pain with her other hand holding her elbow. Hanif immediately approached the woman. With other drivers who saw the incident.

"Mas, you can't drive carefully! Pity her mother," said a man with a thick mustache on Hanif.

"Sorry, Sir. I'm in a hurry." Now Hanif's attention was on the beautiful woman with her passport hijab who was holding her injured elbow.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I'm taking you to the hospital, yeah!" haggle Hanif on that woman.

The woman tried to stand up, with the help of a mother. While filling in the pain the woman said, "don't Mas, I'm fine! Just a little scuff."

Hanif frowned, he felt bad for the woman. "Ehmmm, if I may know. Where's the mama going, huh?" ask that woman.

"Oh, yes sorry. My hurry! I have to attend my sister's wedding, I'm sorry!" said the woman stayed away from Hanif and the people who helped her.

The woman was seen walking over, after which she stopped by the road to wait for a taxi to pass. He was waiting for a taxi there. Waiting in the airport lobby. The woman decided to look for a taxi on the side of the road. Hoping to get soon, it was precisely the unfortunate fate that he got.

Hanif walked over to his car, as he was about to step inside. Highlight his eyes caught the girl he hit earlier was agitated waiting for his taxi that never arrived. Finally, Hanif approached the girl. Itung-itung offered to take him as his guilt-redeemer earlier.

"Taxi's not here yet, ma'am?" asked Hanif hesitantly.

"Yes, it's really hard to get a taxi here!" the woman held her forehead.

"Ehmmm, let me just take her. Counting as my apology to Mbak," Hanif bargained, and the woman seemed to think.

A moment later, he nodded. "Can, deh! It's like magrib, right!" Hanif smiled with relief, at least he could make amends to the woman by driving her to the destination.

Silent in the white Avanza car. Neither Hanif nor the woman spoke. All that was heard was the sound of the car engine there. They were dissolved in their respective minds. Moreover Hanif, that man still could not believe what was happening at this moment. He lost the chance to return with Sisi for good. But, even his little heart still did not sincerely accept it.

"Oh yeah, where should I go?" hanif asked breaking the silence.

The girl mentioned her destination address to Hanif. And whether by chance or fate, Hanif must escort the woman to Sisi's house. Hanif was shocked, when he heard that from the woman's lips.

Now in Hanif's mind could only guess, the girl beside him was what the Faisal family was. Or his relatives Ilham. He did not dare to ask. The atmosphere was quiet again, until the sound of adzan magrib was reverberating.

"We're looking for a mosque near here, yeah! We pray magrib first!" the girl told Hanif.

Hanif nodded, "okay!"

Not far from where there is a mosque located on the left of the road, Hanif drove his car towards the mosque. They finally prayed.

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The Faisal residence.

The two families are currently performing the congregational magrib prayer at Faisal's home mosque. But not with Inspiration and Sisi. They are now in Sisi's room.

"Ep..Oh, dear you do not want to pray in congregation with your husband!" seloroh Ilham with a nervous tone.

The side that was sitting on the edge of the bed, patted his forehead. She had almost forgotten that she was now a wife.

"Yes, sister, the holy side first!" the answer went straight into the bathroom.

While Ilham, he prepared prayer rugs for himself and his wife. After that, while waiting he recited a remembrance that never escaped his lips when there was free time.

The side came out of the bathroom, seeing that his alphabet was already spread on the floor, he immediately put on his face and stood behind Ilham. "Didn't you love?" Sisi nodded.

Ilham started his first worship with his wife. With his eloquence Inspiration to imitate Sisi. After salutation and remembrance, Inspiration recited his prayers. He especially asked that his household be blessed by God. And they immediately entrusted the little angel as a complement to their little family.

After saying their prayers, Inspiration turned back. With a swift, Sisi kissed the back of her husband's hand followed by a small kiss on the head Sisi given by Ilham. A smile emanated from both.

They look at each other, as if fostering a longing that is so great to want to be channeled immediately, without realizing by the two they rarely only stay a few inches longer, but they immediately accused when their bedroom door was knocked from the outside.

"Honey, take your husband downstairs for dinner. I'm waiting at the dinner table, baby!" yulia shouted from behind the door.

"Yes, Bun! We're going out" said Sisi blushing in shame at Ilham.

Yulia then went away from there, immediately Sisi opened her door and replaced her with a house hijab and a house robe as well. While Ilham, he tidied up his alphabet and put it back in its place earlier.

"Come, baby!" invite Inspiration to hold Sisi's hand.

"Yes Brother!" answer the Shy Side.

They walked out of the room and headed into the living room without letting go of their arms. Until at the dinner table, then Sisi let go. Everyone who saw the presence of the two of them, can only smile happily and of course their hope of intimacy between Inspiration and Sisi not only in the early days of their marriage, and it continues until death do them part.

Not only that, their affection. Inspiration deftly prepared a chair for his wife to sit on, after which he sat next to her.

"Hmmm, Ilham's sister is so sweet!" praise Bilqis inviting laughter from all.

"Hmmm, you want to be in that too, dear?" jolly Iqbal, make them laugh.

"Yes is my dear. Look, Brother Ilham made the valves Sisi, hehehehe." Sisi rounded his eyes perfectly towards Bilqis.

"Udah, deck! Don't tease Brother again, ah!!!" salak Sisi a manyun. They're back laughing. What a beautiful view on the dinner table, that night. Happiness comes from everyone who is there.

Shortly after that a young woman with a gray mute hijab was brought by Bi Imah to the dining table. Their beads were fixed on the woman.

"Sir Ilham, Sister Sisi evil.ihhhhhhhhhhh!"

To be continued

Tomorrow's crazy up...

Due to the month of Ramadan, the author will be siasati and not too fulgar. But still does not reduce the meaning in it 😁😁😁