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Grief News

The man who had never come out with only a towel after the bath was stunned. Seeing the wife drying her hair in the middle of the night using a hairdryer.

His calm figure since Aaron's departure made him even more heartbroken. Although not infrequently the inner sense of lara, when the lover of his heart is still tied to the past. However, he remained grateful when the body he could touch in a halal way. About love? Yes, let God bring it.

A pure white face stared straight at the bathroom door reflected from the mirror before him. Kala realized, the husband continued to look at her while standing in front of the open door.

Ilyas smiled when he was caught, and approached his wife. Circling the shoulders up to the chest with both hands.

The clanking of clocks dominated in the middle of their room. The female body is covered. Feeling the smell of the scented soap from Ilyas' body.

"Thank you, you're going to serve me. Sorry, make you take a shower at night" he said.

The woman who was still not so used to what they were doing a few minutes ago just smiled stiffly, nodding. Unexplained feeling in the chest. Moreover, the loving gaze of Ilyas continued to be directed at him, making his mind feel guilty.

Want to until when he continues like this, regretting after having a husband-wife relationship. In fact, Ilyas was no longer someone else.

"Will you wear it?" tanyanya offers, to dispel wild thoughts that begin to flock to the head.

"No, honey. My hair is short. So dry chips," he answered.

Meanwhile Qonni hands down put down the hairdryer. Do not forget to pull the plug from the socket after Ilyas released it and stepped away.

I love Mas Ilyas. I really hope it, Bu Ayu. –kik lirih containing sobs from Fatimah again buzzing in the ears.

Highlight his eyes turned, looking at the back of the man in a white oblong shirt and a circular sarong cloth from the waist to the calves. Middle walk towards the toilet to get back the water.

How could I keep thinking about his words? And would I be sincere if I had to lose him.

Secretly his net still followed Ilyas towards the balcony to hang a towel to a small clothesline.

What was I thinking? Ilyas can't leave my side now.

The woman sighed, shifting her gaze back to the mirror. His two crossed hands now rubbed his own shoulders.

The focus is diverted, on the traces of redness above the chest to the neck that is not small in number. Kontan, he was surprised as he widened his eyes.

Pretty weird, right? Since then, facing the mirror. Why did he just realize it?

"Astaghfirullah al'azim," muttered silently. His hands continued to fumble, counting one by one.

What he got was not like the first time. True, this was the second time he received an inner living from Ilyas. Because indeed, the night before Ilyas never asked for his ration after the first time.

But not to leave this much mark, right?

He even confused himself how to hide the one on the neck. If you come out not wearing a hijab, it will definitely look at home people.

Geez, ampe seginya –for him in heart. Trying to figure out a way to eliminate, yet impossible.

Ilyas went back in while closing the glass door. The hair was still a bit wet he was shaking, then sitting on the side of the bed.

"Are you done yet?" Ilyas asked the woman who was unceasingly checking the love stamp of her husband.

The woman was stunned, hurriedly turning her head with a little misbehavior.

"Udah, Mas," he answered while fixing the negligee he was wearing.

"If it's here..." Ilyas patted the surface of the mattress, asking the wife to sleep next to him sitting down.

Where Qonni himself directly according to. Approaching the blanket her husband was holding.

Oh Allah... (Qonni)

The man still waiting for her to get into the blanket. Carefully he went up to the bed. However, instead of resting your head on a pillow. Qonni laid his head on Ilyas' lap.

Of course, this sudden something made the man instantly speechless. Where the next split second the smile from the man's lips began to curl thinly.

"Want to read the Qur'an?" Guess Qonni because every night, before going to bed, the man always taught to read Al Mulk.

"Yes, Deck" he answered.

"I'm sorry, from here— can, right?"

"MashaAllah, obviously can, dear," Ilyas replied enthusiastically.

Qonni was currently sleeping on his back to Ilyas, but his head was on a glove wrapped around his cross-legged legs.

Before reading the verses in the Qur'an that he held, his gaze was shifted to the mobile phone on the nightstand.

Inspiration calls...

The man also put the mushaf and changed to take the device.

"Assalamualaikum, Ham?"

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah, Yas," replied Ilham from across with his raucous voice.

"Why is Antum, Ham?" suddenly panicked, but still able to condition his voice to remain relaxed.

"Yes.." call him sobbing.

"Tenangin yourself Antum first. New story..." Ilyas seems to calm his best friend down. Meanwhile, Qonni rose again. He sat cross-legged by the husband.

"Have you heard, about Haki?"

The man reflexively shook his head. "Why is Haki the same?"

"Muaki..." Back sobbing, where Ilyas was still patiently waiting. "Haki, Shahid, Yas ..."

"Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi Raji. Heh! Mean how? He's coming home, right? He came home to you, Ham."

"No, Yas. Ane just tau— wallahi, Ane just found out that the boy is going to Gaza. Volunteer, Yas!"

"Allahu Akbar..," murmured Ilyas with two eyes that began to glaze over.

"Today, the dead have brutally attacked Gaza. And destroyed one of the Indonesian hospitals. Where Haki was one of the dead, Yas."

"Antum is sure? Sure, Haki's there?" half-dead Ilyas did not believe it. About five months ago, they met.

"Yakin, Yas. He joined Ustadz Ammar, the same five people who participated in the group. Two of them, dead. The ruins of an Indonesian hospital building. This news has been declared valid, Yas. You can call his brother Ustadz Ammar."

"Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi Raji'un, O Allah... Oh God..." Suddenly drowned all over the body. The man closed his eyes, his back started to shake from crying.

"Yes, Haki... O Allah, Haki.." still muttering to call his friend's name.

the sky seems to be collapsing. How devastated Ilyas was tonight, when he heard the sad news from the friend who had gone home.