PREMARITAL

Worriedly

After praying, Sakha rushed back to the hotel. For a moment he stared around the courtyard of the mosque, there were still many people passing by and just sitting relaxed on synthetic grass.

"If only you could go for a night out with Ara," murmured Sakha.

Sakha resumed her steps towards the hotel, while enjoying the night air that was not too cold at that time.

Along the way to the hotel, Sakha accidentally sees a canticle dealer. Without a second thought, he called the merchant.

"Which can still be there?" ask the merchant.

"Oh Kang, want to buy?" tell the merchant.

"Yes Mang, two packs." Sakha crouched down waiting for her order.

"Tonight is a hot drink, Kang." The merchant began to open up the topic of conversation with Sakha.

"Yes, Mang. Has it been a long time selling Mang?"

Sakha did not hesitate to spearhead the talk of the tin merchant.

"Lumayan, it's five years, Kang." The merchant replied while remaining focused on preparing Sakha's order.

"This one's for his wife, Kang?" Get the merchant.

Sakha chuckled, in her heart she asked the merchant a question.

"That's what it is, Mang."

The merchant chuckled, as if knowing what Sakha's answer meant.

"I pray quickly so yeah, Kang." The merchant thrust a crackle bag containing two servings of a can.

"Aamiin, how much Mang?" sakha replied while taking her order.

"Ten bamboo we, Kang."

Sakha nodded and immediately paid for her order and hurried over to the merchant, "nuhun, Mang."

"Yes, sami-sami."

Sakha continues her steps towards the hotel, wanting to give the can to Shara immediately, hoping that she will like the drink she bought.

Arriving in front of Shara's room door, Sakha immediately knocked on the door and did not forget to say hello.

"Assalamallaikum, Ra?" said it.

A few seconds waiting, but no word. Sakha tried to repeat, "Assalamallaikum, Ara are you asleep?"

"Have you slept? Hemm," Sakha was about to turn around and return to her room.

"Wa'allaikumussalam," replied Shara and immediately made Sakha's steps stop.

Sakha is back facing the door which has now looked a naturally beautiful woman without makeup polish.

Sakha was stunned, staring in amazement at the wonderful creation of God.

"Astagfirulloh," Sakha regained her senses and immediately shifted her gaze.

"Why?" ask Shara.

"Eh, this is Akha giving you food, uh warm drinks." Sakha answered nervously.

Shara chuckled, "so drink or food?" tanyakanya.

"Drink," Sakha answered quickly.

"Akha wants to make Ara fat, huh?" shara asked as she leaned her back against the door.

Sakha frowned confused, she did not understand Shara's words.

"From that snack on, Ara forgot to eat rice" Shara replied while chuckling.

"Astagfirulloh, Ara hasn't eaten rice yet." Sakha replied while patting her head.

"Akha hasn't eaten rice either, has she?" ask Shara.

Sakha nodded, "but Akha is common, so it doesn't matter if you don't eat rice for a day" he said.

Shara nodded her head, looking back at the rustling pouch Sakha was carrying.

"But, want to eat a lot of Ara is still this way," he replied.

"Thankfully, out there many who want to eat a lot without fear of fat," said Sakha.

Shara smiled, Sakha's words were true as well.

"That's what?" tanyakanya.

"It's a can, make Ara." Sakha thrust her baggage at Shara.

Shara glimpsed at the contents, "two?" tanyakanya.

Shara's hand reached into a pack of the can to give to Sakha.

"One for Akha" he said.

"Ara should have said that. Thank you, Akha."

"Sama-sama, Akha to the room first, well."

Shara nodded, "yes."

"Assalamallaikum" said Sakha.

"Wa'allaikumussalam,"

Sakha turned around, and passed away leaving Shara still standing in the doorway. After seeing Sakha enter her room, Shara also entered and locked the door of her room.

Sakha stepped towards the sofa that was beside her bed, she sat on her body and momentarily leaned against the back of the sofa.

"Hemm, why do you think Ara keeps going, yeah?" ask in the heart.

Sakha re-enforced her sitting position, she intends to immediately drink the drink she bought.

***

In Shara's room, she immediately took the container for her can. Enjoy the warm drink while playing the phone.

"Enak" he said as he continued his activities.

In the middle of his activities eating a can, Shara suddenly stunned staring blankly in any direction.

For a moment he sighed, putting the container on his bedside nightstand.

"Why is Sakha that good? In fact, Adam alone who had known me for a long time had never done such little things," Shara struggled with her inner self.

Remembering Adam's name, Shara's countenance turned moody. All this time, he never had time for himself. Adam always meddles in every business, even just to me time he did not get.

"Am I wrong if I start to like Sakha?" ask him to yourself.

Shara rubbed her face rough, and now she lay her body on the bed.

***

Day five in the city of Kembang, as usual Sakha always makes time for the congregational dawn prayer in the mosque.

Allah SWT said:

أَقِمِ الصَّلَاةَ لِدُلُوكِ الشَّمْسِ إِلَى غَسَقِ اللَّيْلِ وَقُرْآَنَالْفَجْرِ إِنَّ قُرْآَنَ الْفَجْرِ كَانَ مَشْهُودًا

It means: "Stand prayers from after the sun slips until dark at night and (either prayers) Shajuh. Verily, the prayer of the Shah was witnessed (by an angel)." (Qs. Al - Israel': 78)

The primacy of the dawn prayer, among others, is to get the guarantee of salvation on that day, open the door of sustenance, prevent us from hellfire and end the person who is diligent in the morning prayers will be helped by Allah SWT.

The Word is what makes Sakha not miss the pleasure of waking up early and praying early morning together.

Today Sakha plans to invite Shara to accompany her to buy something, before she gets ready first and does not forget to bring her favorite camera.

Sakha walks out of the room and heads towards Shara's room. At the knock of Shara's room door, almost a minute long but never got the approval.

"Ara where? Is he not awake yet?" mummy Sakha.

He again knocks on Shara's bedroom door, hoping that this time he will get a speech.

"Where the hell is he?" Sakha was silent when she again did not get any advice.

His feelings began to be unsettled, even for some reason now bad thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Baby, Ra. You're inside? Ra, answer me!" Sakha knocks and yells a little at Shara.

Sakha panicked even more, she continued to knock on Shara's room door even louder.

"Ra, don't panic Akha! Ra?" shout Sakha.

Amidst the heat, suddenly the door opened slowly. Looks a face that is very familiar to him, but this time not as bright as usual.

"Why, sorry old Ara." Shara replied in a weak voice.

"Ara, why? Ara's sick?" sakha asked as she looked at Shara's pale lips.

Shara just nodded slowly, even now her hand is holding her head firmly.

Bruck.

"Astagfirulloh, Ara."

Shara collapses, she loses her consciousness. Shaka panicked, confused as to what to do.

By force, he lifts Shara's body towards her bed. For the first time, he touches Shara and cannot be described how Sakha feels right now.

"Oh my God, I had to touch her. How'this?" Sakha is distraught, she circulates her gaze hoping that something can help her awaken Shara.

His eyes were now fixed on a small green bottle, he quickly picked it up and took out the liquid inside. Soon he points it at Shara's nose, hoping the scent can help restore Shara's consciousness.

"Oh Allah, why are you? Are you sick of being too tired to walk around every day? Ara, just realize don't freak me out."

Sakha is still trying to restore Shara's consciousness. Clearly visible worry on the look of his face, he was really anxious made.