Single-minded

My Preferred Imam

"Assalammualaikum, my chosen priest!" sapa Vira is friendly and cheerful.

Instantly Azzam placed the file he was holding. Azzam turned towards Vira. The old voice he had not heard, was real swept with such a sweet smile. At first glance Azzam was astonished to see the arrival of Vira. Moreover, Vira came in the morning with a tray containing breakfast for him.

Azzam just put the file down. He stared fixedly at Vira who was walking slowly towards him. There was no anger or pain on Vira's face. Instead Azzam saw a sincere smile that seemed to want to show the happiness of Vira. Azzam was astonished to see Vira's attitude. But on the other hand, Azzam was happy when he could see Vira's smile. A smile that moved away from him. A faded smile along with her fragile self.

"Why is he silent? Azzam's brother should have answered my greetings. Remember Azzam, greetings are prayer for those who hear and obey!" vira said cheerfully, Azzam looked at Vira's astonishment. It was as if he did not believe in Vira's warm attitude. A warm attitude that seemed to be a signal of Vira's departure.

Azzam silently watched Vira's face. Looking for reasons smile and cheerful Vira. Azzam did not want to be fooled with sweetness. If that attitude is only temporary and will be gone forever. Azzam did not blink looking at Vira. Azzam tried to find a gap, the reason behind Vira's warm attitude. But all in vain, as Vira continued to smile while looking at Azzam. There is no visible, happy falsehood that Vira shows real and sincere without pretending.

"Sir Azzam, I said hello!" vira said coldly, Azzam realized from his daydream. Azzam nodded slowly, gesturing he understood Vira's intentions. Instead Vira began to be annoyed with Azzam's attitude.

Vira moved away from Azzam, reluctant to approach Azzam. Until Azzam realized his mistake. Azzam chuckled at the sulking Vira. Vira makes Azzam happy with his attitude. Azzam felt meaningful as Vira sulked and acted spoiled towards him.

"Darling, come closer I want to talk!" azzam said, Vira was silent. He didn't want to get close to Azzam. Vira's greeting was sincere to Azzam, but it seemed that Azzam ignored him. Vira felt annoyed at the indifference of Azzam.

"Waalalaikumsalam, my hereafter!" azzam said softly, Vira still did not budge. He was upset with Azzam's attitude. Instead Azzam was happy to see Vira's childish attitude. Not every day Vira behaves like this. Vira independence sometimes makes him mature. So it always stands alone, without the help of Azzam. The attitude that sometimes makes Azzam feel unnecessary.

"Darling, I count to three. If you don't come near me. I'll come for you!" azzam said, Vira shook her head weakly.

Vira would not mind, if Azzam approached him in good health. Azzam's condition is not possible. The infusion hose is still attached to his palm. With a slow step, Vira approached Azzam. Vira was forced to shut up when she saw Azzam working. Vira doesn't want to see Azzam saturated. Only by working, Azzam can forget the fragile and destroyed.

"Always threaten!" sahut Vira was upset, sitting near Azzam.

Vira holds a tray containing breakfast for Azzam. After the dawn prayer, Vira came to Atmaja's house. Although last night Vira came home late at night. As much as possible Vira tried to come to Azzam's house. Vira wants to make Azzam breakfast. At the same time prepare all the needs of Azzam for a day. Vira may not live in Atmaja's house, but Vira remains Azzam's wife. He was obliged to take care of and look after Azzam. Obligations that will continue to exist, even if they do not live under the same roof.

"If I don't threaten my pain. I'm sure you'll be getting away from me. Whatever I can do, as long as I can be by your side!" azzam said, Vira looked down lethargic.

Vira took a long breath. If there had never been a taste between them. Perhaps Azzam will not be weak and fragile. Instead Vira will never be destroyed and sick. A love that Azzam and Vira paid dearly. The status that exists, as if a tall fortress that is not easily penetrated.

"Alright, whatever Azzam wants, you want. As long as it doesn't hurt you, I'll forgive it. But if once again brother Azzam is fragile and chooses to be destroyed for my sake. At that time, Azzam's brother will lose me. I won't come to see you!" vira said coldly and firmly, Azzam pulled Vira's hand. Azzam clasped Vira's hand. He shook his head in disapproval of Vira's words.

"Don't go!" azzam said while holding Vira's hand. Sontak Vira nodded. Vira will not leave as long as she is able to withstand Angga's insults. But when Vira gets tired, she leaves without saying much.

"Now eat, I deliberately make Azzam broth porridge. After bribing you, I have to go to college. After college, I'll be here!" vira said, Azzam refused breakfast. His mouth still feels bitter. Azzam refused to chew food. For a week he did not eat. So Azzam began to lose his appetite.

"All right, I'm going. It's free for me to be here. I walk in the morning blind. Just to make me breakfast. But you refused to eat it. You better have your kitchen chef or Nadya make Azzam's sister's cab breakfast!" vira said annoyed, then put a napkin on the nightstand.

Vira stood away from Azzam. But alas, Azzam drew Vira's hand. The harsh pull of Azzam, made Vira fall into the arms of Azzam. Instantly Azzam hugged Vira's body tightly. Azzam kissed Vira's nape gently.

"Darling, I'll eat it. Sorry if I let you down. Don't be mad at me, I'm really sorry. One more thing, never mention Nadya's name in front of me. You know, I never knew him before or now!" whispered the friendly Azzam, Vira nodded clumsily.

"Now let me go, let me feed you. I have to get to college!" vira said, Azzam nodded. Vira feeds Azzam painfully. Somehow why did Azzam according to when Vira bribed him? The missing meal napsu. And there, until Azzam can finish his breakfast.

"Darling, why don't you come have breakfast with me?" azzan said astonished.

"I'm fasting!" sahut Vira briefly while putting on a knotty smile.

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"Excuse me, Vira. Mr. Azzam's clothes, where do I put them?" said one of the ARTs at Azzam's house. Asih's mom usually calls him Vira. Vira approached Asih who was standing in front of Azzam's room. Vira took the basket of clothes from Asih. Azzam's clothes were ironed by Vira this morning.

"Thank you asih!" vira.

"Mbak Asih, Lord Azzam's clothes leave it alone. Do not wash or iron. After college I will do it!" said Vira Lirih, Asih nodded and then parted back to the kitchen.

"Darling, why are you doing everything? You my wife is not the ART of this house!" azzam said angrily, Vira smilingly looked at Azzam.

"I'm not the ART of this house, I'm your wife. A companion as well as ART who takes care of all your needs. I did all this, not to be praised. But I did all this for the sake of heaven on your feet. I will serve you. Until I got tired, I ended up losing. But believe me, you are my chosen priest and the owner of the paradise I dreamed of!" sahut Vira is firm and warm.

"Thank you for your trust and love!" azzam said firmly.