My Imam, my army

lakelet

Salsa walked down a small lake near the hotel he was staying at. The girl smiled looking at the sky so bright. However, his smile faded as he recalled Ara who suddenly appeared in his mind. How are you, that girl?

For some reason, Salsa continued to feel guilty for her cousin's sister. His heart was so tight when he remembered it. He could imagine Ara's current position. Her cousin's sister who loves her husband so much now. Really painful!

Repeatedly he istighfar and recites the good name of Allah swt. so that his heart becomes calm. The only thing he liked the most when remembering the Almighty. Heart's calm. In fact, the real calm is Allah.

He used to feel the loss of life spirit because he had lost his way to where to go. He has no future at all because of his life spirit that is already on the edge. But he also did not commit suicide. He is still at the safe limits of Allah's bounds. He knew enough that suicide was a horrible act.

So, how can he continue his life and reach his goals?

"Salsa," the baritone's voice shocked him. Spontaneous the girl turned to the source of the voice.

"What are you doing here?" ask that someone.

"First the air soon, brother. It's hot in the dalem" said Salsa, turning her face away.

"There is AC can be on," said Dirga.

"Here the air is more natural, all of you wash your eyes so that not only the walls are loamy," continued Salsa still turned her face. Not reluctant to see her own husband, but she was just embarrassed and felt bad herself.

"You're talking to her face, Sal,"

Salsa nervous.

"Well, I forgot the stove. Eh yes forget, O Allah," said Salsa very nervous. This was just Salsa's excuse to avoid Dirga.

Oh Allah, I'm sorry, Salsa.

Salsa was very ashamed of Dirga. Because of yesterday's incident that embarrassed him of the god level. Hahey! Excessive salsa!

How can Salsa cry roaring in front of Dirga and ask for candy on Dirga. He's so embarrassed!

"Sal, I'm here to talk to you, but why are you avoiding?"

Mak deg!

Salsa stopped walking.

"B-but the k-stove isn't dead yet" said Salsa nervously without turning her head. Furthermore, he just kept walking ignoring Dirga.

It doesn't end there. Dirga caught up with him. Because his footsteps were wider than Salsa, he could catch up to Salsa's pace which was already very fast. Salsa was nervous.

Oh, God, how is this?

Dirga managed to release Salsa's small hand that smothered her mouth.

"I also know," Dirga continued his words that made his palms cover his face.

It made Dirga smile.

Smiling tickly?

Dirga released both of Salsa's hands covering her face. A little pushy as Salsa grew harder and harder to cover her face. And succeed. Dirga held both Salsa's hands in her sturdy hands.

Warm inner Salsa.

"You don't have to be ashamed. Because you're my wife."

Salsa's round eyes are more interested in looking down than staring at the two beads of Dirga's eyes. And that made Dirga's two burly hands raise Salsa's tiny head to look at her. Salsa only stared at the eagle's bead of eyes for a moment then turned her gaze to the side.

"You're still ashamed to look me in the eye, am I? Even though we already muhrim if only look at the eyes," said Dirga who makes Salsa more reddened cheeks like boiled crab. It was very desirable for the girl to submerge herself to the bottom of the sea right now.

Salsa tried to release Dirga's hands on her face that smothered her cheeks until they bulged.

Actually, Salsa could not stand this kind of atmosphere. Can't bear to smile sincerely in front of Dirga. He really loves the man in front of him right now. He has harbored many years of his own feelings for Dirga, since his school days. However, Salsa is currently in the most difficult position. It was nice to be near Dirga. However, at that moment the guilt continued to appear. It doesn't seem fair to him.

Salsa also knows for sure if Dirga's heart is not for him at this time.

Remembering that, it made Salsa want to cry.

His love is just one hand.

"Hey! Howdy, daydreaming? You can not know, later to the devil," said Dirga resuscitated Salsa.

Salsa beristighfar is back. He immediately let go of Dirga's hand and ran into the hotel.

The one who saw it just smiled.

He rubbed his face slowly. He sat in the garden gazebo.

Can God forget it?

What does the word mean, that?