My Imam, my army

sweet letter to Salsa

Dirga woke up in his sleep. His eyes glanced at the large wall clock hanging sweetly right in front of him. Time still shows at three o'clock in the evening. The man glanced next to him, right where Salsa was still soundly asleep. The woman fell asleep like a baby. Quiet enough to make Dirga's heart feel comfortable when seeing Salsa who sleep like a baby. The smile was etched clearly on Dirga's lips. Slowly, he gently dyed Salsa's forehead. Dirga raises the sagging Salsa blanket. Again, he kissed Salsa's forehead gently, "pray me back safely. Because of your prayers, I always crave them" he said gently.

The man got up from his bed to take a bath and immediately took his water to perform his evening prayer. Dirga always wakes up for his evening prayers. For by praying in one third of the night, he draws himself nearer to Allah. Make Dirga's heart feel more comfortable because in his heart there is always God swt. Every Dirga has problems, he feels that everything will feel easier if we remember God. He was always sure of himself. He is confident in God because God always gives the best way for His servants. Although the road that passes looks very difficult, Dirga is sure if there is a favor that God gives in return. I also don't know when the favors will come. But he is confident that God gives his best in every servant.

Especially praying in one third of the night.

After taking ablution water he immediately performed his evening prayer. Dirga prayed fervently, asking Allah for forgiveness for the sins he had committed in the world.

After finishing the prayer, Dirga cleaned his alphabet. And immediately get ready to prepare some of his items to be brought on duty later. Mentally ready, Dirga must have prepared a few years ago, precisely after graduating high school he was determined to become a devotee of the country.

Dirga looked at Salsa who was still comfortably asleep on the bed. Dirga did not intend to wake Salsa because he did not want to sleep Salsa would be disturbed because of him.

Dirga stroked Salsa's belly gently, "if you're really in your mother's womb, thank you for coming between us. If you really exist, I'll be waiting for you in this beautiful world" Dirga said gently as she stroked Salsa's stomach. Somehow the feeling of Dirga is so strong if Salsa is now pregnant.

The man came out of the room to go downstairs. He will make hot drinks to make his stomach comfortable. While humming, Dirga walked into the kitchen.

"Asa," suddenly A soft voice that belonged to Ara had called her name which made Dirga turn to look at the woman who was apparently making a warm drink.

Dirga only responded with a slight smile on the tip of her lips and then focused on making her drink. The man looked cute in Ara's eyes. Sure was! Ara was also a nobody to Dirga, so why should she respond to a woman who was clearly not her mahram.

"Remain" call the woman again.

Dirga just cleared his throat to answer the call.

"I'm sorry" he said softly and with a hoarse voice. The woman should rest a lot, because her condition is certainly not fully recovered. No need to apologize to Dirga.

"Allah is Oft-Forgiving, His time is not!" beat Dirga in a cold, flat tone. Of course, the tone made Ara not desperate to apologize to Dirga. It seemed, there was a slight gap for Ara to get an apology from Dirga.

"I left you for a reason" he said with raucous. It seemed, the woman was about to cry right now.

"Because of the child's pregnancy, Fano?" that question was able to make Ara's heartbeat racing and cold sweat that began to emerge from Ara's body. How did he know, knowing?

"I've known since you left me" said Dirga who was still flat with her back to Ara. I don't want to see that woman.

Ara was already unable to say anything. His mouth was silent as if a lock had locked it.

"Even because I love you so much, I'm willing to be the father of the child you bear. But, you have chosen to leave," said Dirga as she turned and walked past Ara who had wept because of Dirga's words that made Ara's heart even more broken. Ara deserves to be called a demon! Stupidly, he chose to leave Dirga who clearly loved him and wanted to father the child he was born with. Where is your conscience, Ara? Why would you prefer to leave a man who loves you for who you are. Even in your position of being pregnant out of wedlock.

Ara looked at Dirga's confidence with a shedding cry on her cheek. The man has loved as sincerely as his heart! Stupid ara! Ara is really stupid!

Now there is the regret that he has. He had let go of the man who truly loved him. Ara clasped her own hand while looking at Dirga's back that was getting away. The woman's gaze also sharpened.

I don't know what's on Ara's mind right now.

***

Salsa's legs are raised upwards. The woman wakes up and looks possessed. Athaghfirullah, Salsa is aware! Then, laugh at yourself. Because he was too happy to have Dirga. His first love was at once love in his silence. The woman became anxious herself. Apparently, the wound that he had been alone had been paid in full by Allah swt. In fact, God has donated many of the pleasures that were given to Salsa. Allah always gives His servants a test according to the ability of His servants. And God will also surprise us after we pass the test that God gives.

Salsa's heart was delighted. Even very happy. However, he suddenly remembered that Dirga today would begin to carry out his duties. Salsa felt empty. However, he had to pray a lot for the country's service men. As the wife of the state servant, Salsa should not complain much. In fact, he had much to give his full support to Dirga.

The tail of Salsa's eyes accidentally stares at a rose whose buds have been covered in a white clear plastic. Next to it, there is paper. With trembling hands and a burning feeling of pleasure, Salsa took the flower and afterwards read a letter from Dirga. The woman read the letter from Dirga with a smile, anxious herself. It turns out that besides being annoying, Dirga is also a sweet guy.

Good morning, My humor...

My Aisha and my Salsa

I purposely called you by that name. In the story of Muhammad Saw. Aisyah is a beautiful white woman with red cheeks, which is why she is often called “Humaira”. Besides being beautiful, she is also known as an intelligent woman who Allah Subhanahu wa Ta’ala has prepared her to be the companion of the Prophet in carrying out the message that will be an eye-cooling and solace. 

Well, you are my humor, my life companion until old age. Don't ever run away from my life, Sal. Because you are the key and I am the key. The padlock will not be able to open if it does not find the right key.

Always pray for me. Inget! All day should think of me just let the miss. Haha! Don't like other men as long as I'm not next to you.

Don't miss me. You see, I will not miss you. Because I always carry it everywhere. You're in my heart, Sal. And always in my heart. Thank you for being present in my life. And thank you for seven years of loving me in silence.

Don't forget breakfast, Humairahkuuu. Btw, I make a gini letter to make it look romantic. Even now it is the age of smartphones. More romantic letters. Hehe.

From your estranged husband.

Salsa could not bear the laughter that was exploding right now. Her feelings are happy because Dirga made a sweet letter for her.

Salsa's legs kicked again like a man of disobedience because of his pleasurable feelings.

Which favor of God does he deny?

Love for Allah is a priority that must come first of all because it is a total surrender to the Divine with the aim of wishing Allah the Ridha. alone and also hope strong in order to feel the beauty of faith - the delicacy and sweetness of faith.

Melted salsa!

To be continued...

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