My Imam, my army

re-signs

Salsa looked up at the rain that was falling down. His clothes were a little wet from the rain. Salsa currently stops at one of the famous coffee shops. Incidentally because the road is also jammed because of the overflowing rain water causing rainwater to rise. Because the amount of garbage that clogs the sewers makes Salsa concerned. Salsa does not blame the rain. Because rain is one of the blessings of Allah.

Salsa sipped her hot chocolate. His mind was refreshed because of his favorite drink. His body that was cold was now warm because his stomach was filled with hot drinks so that his stomach became warm.

While waiting for the rain, Salsa decided to read the holy Quran on her phone in a quiet voice so as not to disturb other visitors.

His heart regained its calm as his mouth began to chant the holy verse of the Qur'an eloquently. His mind became fresh. The pleasure given by God is simple, but it is precisely what makes the human heart comfortable because it remembers Allah.

Long enough Salsa read the holy verses of the Qur'an. Up on the screen of his phone raises a call from Dirga. Salsa was worried whether she wanted to lift it or not. After yesterday's incident, Salsa became a little afraid of her own husband.

And, Salsa had told Dirga everything.

Salsa's narrow eyes turned back to her phone screen. It turned out that the call was dead when Salsa wanted to shift the button to pick up the phone.

Salsa waited, if only Dirga would call her again. However, there was no call at all.

Is Dirga angry with him?

Salsa wants to send a message to Dirga. But he was afraid. And Salsa is in the delete type phase of the message.

Heart worried.

"Aren't you picking up the phone, me?" Suddenly the baritone's voice startled Salsa. Apparently, over time it will become a hobby of Dirga to surprise Salsa.

"Don't know Salsa's here?"

"I tracked your phone number" Dirga replied casually as she lowered her butt in the empty seat in front of Salsa. Her clothes are a little wet.

Waitie?

Dirga ride what? Not the road, stuck?

"What's this not like? The road is jammed,"

"I'm flying,"

Salsa looked at Dirga's annoyance so that it made Dirga laugh.

"I got on the bike, kept the raincoat make," he said casually.

Dirga saw Salsa who was just silent. He could see if Salsa was upset with him.

"Why not again?" Said Dirga.

"It's not kepo,"

"Yes, it's not kepo. I'll tell you,"

"You are ah brother!" Salsa said irritatedly and then sipped her drink again a little quickly.

"That's it" said Dirga as he rose from his seat. He ordered a drink to warm up his body. Her clothes were a little wet too. Because wearing a raincoat does not guarantee the clothes will remain dry.

Salsa could see if the striped uniform her husband was wearing was a little wet from the rain.

Soon Dirga came back with 2 cups of hot chocolate. One for himself and one for Salsa. Salsa refused, however, Dirga still forced him with the frills of redundancy if he was thrown out.

Dirga watched Salsa long enough to make Salsa nervous to death.

Salsa slightly kicked the table slowly, "sister why the hell look at me?"

"Loh you're my wife. It's up to me to see you how long,"

I don't know since when Salsa became a woman who a little gas when talking. In fact, he used to be a person who did not like to talk much, meek. It's just so feminine.

Long enough they wait for the rain to subside and the road back smoothly. They finally decided to go home. Because Salsa also has to take care of her mother again. Salsa painstakingly took care of her mother. He talked to his mother and comforted her.

Dirga faithfully tailed Salsa's car from behind. Because the hours are over too.

Not too far the distance traveled because the road is not jammed.

Salsa entered his yard and followed with Dirga. After parking the car in the garage, they both went inside the house.

"Wake Sal first. After that we pray Maghrib first," said Dirga. It is time to worship Maghrib prayers because they are long enough to be trapped by rain and traffic jams. And actually stuck in traffic is Salsa itself. Dirga mah could have gone home first because he was on his KLX bike. And it felt impossible if Dirga left Salsa just like that.

Salsa complies with Dirga's request.

Salsa took her towel and put on the bathroom down so that Dirga would use the bathroom up.

After a short time they came out with a state of ablution. Salsa wore her face after neatly arranging two prayer mats.

The activity that Salsa dreamed of the most and has now been achieved with people Salsa likes for seven years. This would be the sweetest thing Salsa has ever done. Pray with Dirga who became his priest.

Which favor of God do you deny?

Salsa's heart calmed down again because he sat down to God to ask forgiveness for the mistakes he had done.

After finishing the prayer, Dirga faced back and held the top of Salsa's head while chanting a prayer for Salsa. Salsa kissed the back of her husband's hand in reply by Dirga by kissing the top of Salsa's head fondly.

When she was finished, Salsa decided to go to her room with Dirga. Dirga also helped comfort her mother-in-law who was still traumatized after the accident.

Salsa painstakingly fed her mother with chicken porridge that she had ordered online earlier. Salsa hired a maid from morning until she came home from work to look after her mother if she worked.

"Sister,"

"Why, Sal?"

"Salsa wants to quit her job" she said, feeding her mother gently.

Dirga looked at Salsa.

"What's wrong? You feel tied up?"

"Salsa wants to take care of your mother until she recovers. Salsa will open its own practice hours at home,"

"As long as it doesn't burden you, I allow it. But are you sincere?"

"What kind of idol, brother?"

"Yes, you want to be a doctor,"

"No papa. How about salsa re-sign? Salsa opens its own practice hours at home. Can, huh?"

"It's up to you. How good are you,"

Salsa smiled looking at Dirga. Dirga is indeed a husband that he wants. A reliable husband. And this husband was the man she had liked for a long time.

To be continued....

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