She's Wife In Dream

The Interlocked Prayer

Harjunot opens the door to his room, slamming his body into the bed. His eyes looked at the ceiling. Closing his eyes, darted in Harjunot's memory of Arsy's white face.

"Well!" Harjunot let out a rough breath, while rising from his sleep to sit down. The man massaged his temple with his right hand.

"This is not true! Why do I always dream of that girl? We never even say hello, let alone say hello meet new too!"

"His face is exactly like the woman in my dreams! But why in a dream he was like Tarzan who was lacking clothes. Whereas in real, she dressed modestly, though not in a hijab!" Harjunot stared at the ceiling of the room, propping his body with both hands behind his back.

"But, what is his relationship with Rasya-Rasya? Are they a lover or are they still in the PDKT stage?" Harjunot asked himself.

"Even he did not greet me, heh Not! Who should you say?" Harjunot seems to know himself.

"How old is he? He just graduated from Russia! Is he that young?" tanya Harjunot, who calculates the age of Arsy if he sees from Arsy graduated from college.

"Well!" Harjunot shuffles his hair in frustration, remembering about Arsy.

"Latthif!" Having spoken like that, Harjunot fell asleep.

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On the other hand the woman was staring at the night sky.

"Residently Rash! Also teaching at Kaka school, as a sports teacher." Arsy spoke while putting his hands in front of his lips.

"Tomorrow we will meet, Rash!" Arsy spoke while entering his room. Arsy laid his body, he hugged the bolster. Arsy closed his eyes. Just now closed, Arsy has opened his eyes again.

"Hah .. why do I remember when I was face-to-face with Papa's partner?" Arsy was already sitting while hugging his roll.

"Dadies! Don't think that guy's okay! If she's her husband, she's a sinner!"

Stelah says it like that, Arsy starts laying down his body. But his eyes are still open. His brain still remembered the first face he had just seen.

"That's a polite man!" praise Arsy for remembering Harjunot's behavior at the dinner table.

"God! He has a partner! Sleeping Ayi! Sleep on!" said Arsy, while hiding his face into a bolster pillow.

The hour hand shows at half-three in the morning. Harjunot awakens from his sleep, the man steps into the bathroom. For five minutes, he came back. Spread out that green-colored prayer. After that, he fixed the black peci. The first takbir has begun. Four rakaats, Harjunot did. Salam and dhikr he carried on until he raised his hands to ask Rabb.

"Lord! I never knew what my dream meant! Only You are All Knowing! Show the way to your most despicable servant! O Allah who has the Great Throne, the Owner of what is on this earth! I am no longer young, am I destined to be alone? But God! If I could ask you! I would love to get married this year. My mom always asks, sometimes I don't know what to answer. I knew! If he is, very afraid if his son does not marry. What people say about our family. I used to be heartbroken because he (former) left me with another man. But this time I beg and ask that You, bring in someone I can invite to perfect my worship!" A long prayer that Harjunot asked God.

On the other hand, the woman woke up from her sleep. Arsy walked to the bathroom, after which he put on his face. Then doing takbir, the woman only did two rakaat tahajud.

"Oh God! My Lord! In my prostration, I ask that Allah and Allah's Messenger Shalallahu Alaihi Wassalam be loved! With a special love. I don't care about anyone else, even if they don't like me. Praise be to you! God of all nature! I never asked You to change my destiny, the destiny You wrote before I was created. Yes Jabar! I ask of You! To fix what You have destined for me. Lordy! I asked to meet the right person. If he is not good now, guide him. So that when we meet, he's better than he was. If he does not know you! Then allow him to know you! If I marry you it's because of you! If I marry my love for You, stay first! I will love nothing more than my love for You and the Messenger of Allah! Oh God! In my prayer, I would love to see a man who inherits the nature of the Prophet! I don't know, my prayers are right or wrong. But as I know, You are the Most Merciful, what is impossible is possible." Arsy prayed in tears, and occasionally tears fell on his white cheeks.

...***...

The hour hand showed at half-seven, in the magnificent mansion was doing breakfast together.

"Bone! Ayi's wheat bread is still?" Papa asked while taking the kale.

"of course! Why anyway? Papa! wanna make provisions?" Mother asked, while putting the plate in front of Kafka.

"Thank you Bun!" Kafka took a spoon and fork.

"Together Son!" Mother smiled stroking Kafka's hair.

"No, last night did Harjunot buy us martabak! So, Papa thought, why don't we give Ayi's wheat bread! I see she likes it so much, but she's embarrassed to eat it!"

"That means bread, make Papa's friend?" Kafka. While Arsy just got out of the elevator, and walked towards the dining table.

"Basic, the accursed child is always late. Must have called you old Rasya!" kafka nyinyir.

"Sok an old!" arsy replied, putting down the glass of milk that had gone out.

"Open that prentil shucks! Is it old Dek?" Gibril.

"Ah ..iya Ayi until forget Bang! It's the face of an old man!" Arsy chuckles amusedly when he sees his sister's face.

"Yes, if Kaka is old! Then you're elderly!" he put food in his mouth.

"Just kid! If talk!" Gibril and Arsy were talking together.

"elderly! Continue or finish in vain!" Kafka chuckled.

"Oh God! Can Kafka not be replaced with another?" Arsy spoke in annoyance.

"Nuh ...Pa! The message you want!" Light talking while coming out of the kitchen.

"Love, to Ayi!" said the Sky, sliding the box towards the Light.

As for Arsy who heard Papa's words, he moved his head as if asking why I was.

Light only according to what her husband said. He put the box next to her.

"What'sthis? Mother, make Ayi provisions? Because Papa, who told you to?" ask Arsy who wants to open the bag.

"Basic big head! Who made the provisions for Ayi! That guy made Papa's friend!" kafka mocked.

"Why do you love me?"

"Father! Give the bread to Papa's friend, who was here last night?" Sky sounds.

"Why Ayi? He's Papa's friend! Yes Papa, who gave me dong!" Arsy protest.

"If it's an office, Papa! Don't ask for help, Ayi! He works next to Kaka's school! And so, Papa, take a titip."

"Well, Ayi, say what?"

"Say this from Papa!" The sky teaches children how to give something to someone.

"Basic, Ayi! It's big but don't know how to speak properly and correctly!" Kafka scoffed.

"Kok Ayi? In what order, Papa gave the ginian?"

"Because he's here bring your favorite martabak and Kaka! So Papa, take the initiative to avenge her!"

"Lah .. who ate the martabaknya Mother with Kaka! So love you, Kaka!" he shifted the box towards his sister.

"It can't be that, it's Ayi who was told! Kok was thrown to Kaka!" kafka shifted the box to Arsy.

"Can it be a no, no debate?" The sky looked at his two scared children.

"Take it's Ayi's sacrifice! Make Mother!" Mother voiced.

Inevitably Arsy had to do that, albeit with a heavy heart.

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