PREMARITAL

Happy News for Sakha

Sakha still did not move from her place, while she was bowed she waited for the wife who had not yet come out of the bathroom.

When the time showed at six o'clock in the afternoon, the azan maghrib rang.

The sound of the door opening, Sakha suddenly stood up and turned her body. He looked at his wife's face, a trace of crying clearly visible there.

"Dec, I'm sorry. What makes you act like this to Mas?" ask Sakha carefully.

Shara did not make a sound, she thrust a two-striped red flat object in the middle of her section at Sakha.

Sakha accepted the object, to her surprise what it looked like.

"God, Deck." Sakha hugged his wife tightly, Isakan happy sounding soft behind the wife's body.

"Thank God, thank God. Thank you, Deck." Sakha is still grateful for the sustenance God gave her little family.

Shara also dissolved in happiness, for a moment she forgot the incident she experienced that day.

Sakha took off her embrace, she now kissed his wife's soft forehead.

"We pray maghrib first, Mas." Shara took off Sakha's hand which was cupping her face.

"Yes, I'll take ablution first."

With a happy feeling, Sakha passes towards the bathroom and intends to take some ablution water.

Before long Sakha came out of the bathroom, a prayer kit had been provided by Shara.

They also immediately performed the Maghrib prayer service, with Sakha solemnly chanting every prayer reading.

Finished saying his greetings, Sakha continued by praying.

“*Allahummahfadz waladi dama fi bathni zaujat wasyfihi anta asy-shafi l' syifan l' yughdiru saqaman, Allahumma shawwirhu fathni zaujat shuratan hasanatan watsabbit qolbahu manan bika wa bi-Rasulika.

Allahumma akhrijhu mim bathni zaujati waqta sahlan wa taslan,Allahumma ij’alhu shahhan kamilan wa ‘qilan hadziqan ‘amilan.

Allahumma thenwil ‘umrohu wa shahhih madaahu wa hashin khuluqohu wa afshah lisnahu wa ahsin shautahu liqirooatil haditsi wal qur`nil ‘adzm bibarokati Muhammadin shallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam. Walhamdulillahi Robbil ‘lamn.”

“Yes Allah, take care of my son as long as he is in the belly of my wife, so that he, verily You are Most Healthy, there is no health except that of You, health undisturbed by disease.

O Allah, who is in the belly of my wife in a good image, establish in her heart the faith in You of Your Messenger. Get him out of my wife's belly at his birth easily and safely.

O Allah, make it whole, perfect, reasonable, intelligent, charitable. Extend his age, so that his body, good apparently, and fluent oral to read the hadith and the Qur’an the Great, with the blessings of Prophet Muhammad SAW. Praise be to God, Lord of the Worlds*.”

After praying, Sakha turned to face her. She thrust out her right hand, and Shara immediately grabbed her and kissed the back of her husband's hand.

"Health continues to love," said Sakha while stroking his wife's stomach slowly.

Shara was so moved to find her husband's attitude, her tears now spilled again.

Sakha, who realizes Shara is crying, quickly wipes away her tears.

"Daddy, why?" ask Sakha softly.

"What's really going on? I saw Mas with Airin at the mall earlier," Shara said in a trembling voice.

Sakha was silent, in fact this is what made his wife upset.

"Dek, listen to Mas. When Mas ordered a drink for you, he accidentally saw Airin who had fallen and was unconscious. Mas just wanted to help her, by telling some people to drive her to the hospital. After that Mas returned to the place where you left, but when Mas returned you were no longer there. Really, nothing else happened between Mas and Airin." Sakha tries to explain her situation, hoping that his wife can trust him.

"I also accidentally met Airin in the hospital, and Mas knows what he's saying?" shara.

"What did he say?" ask Sakha curiously.

"He still loves you, and he asked me to willingly share it with him." Shara was downcast, her heart so hurt when she said that.

"What?" Sakha was surprised by what she heard.

"Where can it be like that! Deck, listen to Mas. By Allah, Mas has no feelings for Airin. Mas never intended to grieve the heart of Mas," said Sakha.

"I understand, I was wrong. I am present in the midst of you, Airin can even think that I have taken Mas from him" Shara said.

"No one took who from whom! God has planned everything. Even falling in love with you was never planned," Sakha exclaimed.

Sakha grabbed his wife's hands, she stared into my eyes.

"Never think about it again, focus on the fetus in your womb right now. Hold onto the words! You will never wish for the heart."

Shara smiled faintly, she now hugged and drowned her face on Sakha's field chest.

"Mas loves you very much" said Sakha.

"I am also Mas" Shara said.

***

After praying, Shara was about to rest. However, his intention was discouraged because the husband invited him to speak.

"Daddy, can I talk?" ask Sakha.

"What Mas?" ask Shara.

"If I invite you to move, do you want to?" ask Sakha slowly.

"Moving, where?" ask Shara.

"Emm, maybe Mas wants to find a rental house for us to stay a while." Sakha looked down considering she could not yet give them a home to stay in.

"What's really here? You're not at home?" shara asked curiously.

"It's not like that, I just want to study independently. Mas promised to work hard so that we can quickly make a home for us" said Sakha.

Shara smiled sincerely, "Mas, wherever you go I will come along. We start all from zero" Shara replied.

Sakha is relieved by the answer given by his wife, she is glad that Shara can understand his wishes.

"Thank you for accepting Mas's situation, you are truly a dream wife. Pray for Mas, to be facilitated in finding halal sustenance for our small family" said Sakha.

"Definitely, Mas. Without even being asked, I always pray for the best for you, for us." Shara hugged her husband tightly, she was proud of the attitude of responsibility that Sakha showed towards her.

***

No longer dependent on parents, independently undergoing a new role in the household heresy. Although not yet able to buy a new home, at least it can still meet the needs of life itself. Doing something with his own ability, not bothering others anymore. It has become a form of gratitude and happiness itself.

It is better to live separately from parents, even if only in a small contract.