My Imam, my army

fetched prayers

That day Dirga decided everything. Decisions that he must choose. Even if he is told to choose, he must choose that decision. The decision was to decide if he should be a good priest for his own family. To release his feelings of anxiety, Dirga went to one of the ustadz that had once guided him to learn more about the teachings of Islam. He did this a week ago. Therefore, do not ask why Dirga is now learning to love his own wife and release his fiancee. Can be seen lately Dirga who is quite attentive with Salsa. Starting from Salsa is sick or needs anything.

Sin himself if he still remembers other women besides his own wife.

However, he also has to be patient waiting for Salsa to love him. Yesterday, when she came home from the hospital after Salsa was sick, she accepted Salsa's decision that she was still not ready to be a real wife because after all, this marriage was an arranged marriage.

He also understood that Salsa needed time to love herself. The opposite is true with Dirga.

Today, he started serving because his retirement was over.

The tall man was ready with his pride uniform. Like a green bean seed creature ready for battle. Dirga saw a neat Salsa with a pastel-colored robe. Pretty enough the girl was wearing that robe.

After they had breakfast, they immediately changed clothes to carry out their respective duties. Dirga decided to leave together with Salsa because they were one destination. Today, Salsa also began moving to a military hospital.

Salsa walked behind Dirga towards the exit of the house. The girl had been admiring Dirga from behind. The man turned out to be her husband. The man who was now wearing a striped uniform. The man she liked until now.

"Sal, how slow is the road? You sick?" dirga asked looking back at Salsa who looked back at her.

However, Salsa was even cool to look at the eagle bead of Dirga's eyes so unaware of Dirga's call.

Dirga swung his hand right in front of Salsa's face. Only then did the woman wake up and directly bow her head.

"Look at me, Sal? Calm down, don't sin. Some of us are legitimate," said Dirga teasing Salsa who even blushed embarrassed.

Salsa's heart wants to jump out of its taste!

Dirga held the top of Salsa's head with her hands. He told Salsa to get closer to him. Salsa.

"There is a saying, roso tresno iku, jalaran soko kulino. That is if the Javanese saying that means, love comes because it is accustomed. Accustomed. You can learn to love me that way. For example eating together, sleeping together, mand-" Salsa immediately smother Dirga's mouth quickly.

"What the hell?! Brother Angkasa gaje. Like young people," said Salsa while glaring at Dirga who spoke increasingly digressur.

It was easy for Dirga to remove Salsa's hand from her mouth.

Salsa walked first and entered the car. He has a car to get Dirga in. 

Dirga just giggled amusedly.

"Sak Angkasa," call Salsa.

Dirga turned to him, "I like you call me that. I think there's such a taste,"

Spontaneous hand Salsa pinched Dirga's waist.

"I'm sorry, Sal" and then he laughed.

It cannot be denied if Salsa smiles.

"Why call, me?"

"Later home want to go to the mother's house, sleep there, can you? Tomorrow afternoon, mommy and dad want to go to Makassar."

However, even though she is not ready to be a real wife for Dirga, she must still get her husband's permission if she does anything.

"Well, what's the show to Makassar?"

"Dad's got his restaurant business there,"

Dirga.

"Yes, I can."

***

In a different place at the same time, a woman was crying in fear. Her tears were unstoppable as her heart was deeply broken. Not only his heart, his entire body also hurt because someone had injured him.

"Again" said the woman limply. Because his energy is exhausted.

However, a tall man had tightly gripped the cheeks of the crying woman roaring.

"Syaa-ki-**," he said in the close grip. In her heart she could only call upon the name of Allah. He only believes that God is with him now.

"Lo can't find another guy besides me. Because I understand you better!" The baritone's voice was slightly hardened. It seems that the man ignored if the woman in front of him was feeling sickly because of it.

His legs are full of small incisions. You can imagine how painful that little wound was.

The woman just nodded.

"Good" said the man.

***

Salsa was agitated in her sitting.

Several times he called Rena but his best friend did not pick him up. If only once he called Rena is not in reasonable lift. However, from this morning he called Rena until this afternoon not in lift at all.

Tumben.

Salsa glanced at the watch on her wrist. It is time for Ashar. Salsa immediately cleared her slightly messy desk. In this new hospital, Salsa was given her own room because Salsa was a specialist. Usually, they give their own room to each person.

Suddenly there was the sound of greeting along with the knock of the door. Salsa knew that voice. Who else if not Aerospace. Salsa answered her husband's greetings and Dirga entered Salsa's room.

A pair of human children were in the room.

"Space Sis hasn't, come home yet?" what kind of question is Salsa. Because she was nervous first.

"Salsa asked the same, me?" Temptation Dirga.

"I'm alone" replied Salsa, upset that made Dirga laugh.

"Let's pray Ashar together at the mosque," Dirga invited after laughing.

"Yes, wait a minute. I picked up my shirt first," Salsa said, ending her grief and taking it to a hanger near her small bathroom.

Recently, Salsa was invited by his legitimate friend to perform congregational prayers at the mosque where they work.

Which woman does not crave the current position of Salsa, this?

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