Remember Me, My Husband!
Worship Together
True love always comes at the right time, the right time and the right place. He will never get lost or confused. And he always knew the house he was going to.
Arlan has proven it himself. It is not easy to realize his love with Maysha. Various exams came and stretched the distance between the two. However, Arlan has faith in his heart that Maysha is his last port, and the universe has always had a unique way of reuniting them.
Now Arlan's only hope is to spend the rest of the time he has with his beloved woman, and pay for the pain that life has given him.
“It wasn't that this afternoon had a shower, huh?” arlan asked when she saw the wife coming out of the bathroom in a robe wrapped around her body.
“I finished the mandatory bath,” he replied with a smile. “You must take a bath also yes, Mas. I've prepared warm water in the bathroom. Keep running it you wudhu.”
“Ready, Boss! But you're a beautiful dancer tonight.” Blinking one of his eyes. “Wear the clothes you bought at the mall, yes. It's been dilaundry, right?”
Maysha only replied with a smile. Then Arlan entered the bathroom excitedly. He did everything at the request of his wife.
15 Minutes he spent in the bathroom. Hopefully when it comes out later will see the look of Maysha in a very beautiful form. The frilly evening dress that he had bought at the mall earlier must be very tempting if Maysha wears. I can't wait for Arlan to get through this beautiful night.
However, when he came out of the bathroom he was glued to the spot. How not, Maysha was smiling at him in a white face, not in a thin evening dress as she had thought. Arlan looked at the woman from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. You could say this is the most beautiful version of Maysha he has ever seen.
“It's done?” ask Maysha.
Arlan nodded in response.
“It's wudhu, right?”
“Already.”
Again, the woman smiled. The smile that was able to shake Arlan's heart was more powerful than ever before.
“The mother of all things must start from the good, in order to produce something good as well and bring blessings and kindness to all. We pray together, yuk. You want to be my priest?”
Arlan stared lovingly. There was a thin smile on the corner of her lips when Maysha handed her a koko shirt with a sarong and peci, which she also bought at the mall earlier.
“Ya, Baby. But can I re-wudhu first?”
“Not already?”
Maysha pursed her lips to hold back her laughter. He nodded slowly. Make Arlan immediately move to the bathroom.
That night the moon shone bright.
In the room the prayer mat was facing towards the qibla. Maysha stands behind her husband as a teacher. There was a feeling of happiness and gratitude in his heart that he could not describe with words.
The sweet voice of Arlan resounded in the room. Unknowingly Maysha melted the clear liquid. The first time Arlan left he was so heartbroken. In fact, he had never had the opportunity to be able to worship with the husband's faith.
Every night he wakes up and prostrates. Crying to mention her husband's name in every prayer. Although it felt like the possibility was very small for Arlan to survive and return. Only faith in the creator makes it last. However, now Maysha has proven for herself the power of prayer. Arlan returned to her in one piece.
Maysha's heart warmed when her lips touched the back of her husband's hand, and Arlan replied with a brief kiss on the forehead. Now the two sat facing each other on the table.
“Bee, thank you for everything you gave me. I might just end up being a delinquent if I don't meet a woman as good as you. Sometimes I feel like a demon, and you're like an angel. But, I promise I will learn even better to be a decent husband for you.”
No words were said from Maysha's lips. It froze. Only clear crystals were flowing increasingly profusely from both of his eyeballs. The room was filled with sobs.
Arlan immediately buried the woman into his embrace. Swiping your back repeatedly.
“Don't leave me again, Mas,” shrewd Maysha.
“Now, Honey. I will always be there for you,” persuaded him while kissing the top of the head of the wife who was wrapped in mucus.
Instead of subsiding, Maysha's crying even more so. She who has always looked tough and strong, now shows her weak side as a woman.
“Aduh, how so melow like this, anyway?”
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