That's so dirty of me

Extra Part 2: Really Happy

***يٰۤـاَيُّهَا النَّاسُ اتَّقُوْا رَبَّكُمُ الَّذِيْ خَلَقَكُمْ مِّنْ نَّفْسٍ وَّاحِدَةٍ وَّخَلَقَ مِنْهَا زَوْجَهَا وَبَثَّ مِنْهُمَا رِجَا لًا كَثِيْرًا وَّنِسَآءً ۚ وَا تَّقُوا اللّٰهَ الَّذِيْ تَسَآءَلُوْنَ بِهٖ وَا لْاَرْحَا مَ ۗ اِنَّ اللّٰهَ كَا نَ عَلَيْكُمْ رَقِيْبًا

"Oh man! Fear your Lord who created you from one self (Adam), and (God) created his spouse (Eve) from his (self); and from both of them God bred many men and women. Be afraid of Allah for whom you ask each other and (maintain) family relations. Verily Allah is ever watchful and watchful over you."

(QS. An-Nisa' 4: Verse 1***)

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Holding Zahra's soft hand, Razi then guides their steps into a room that was once Razi's room and has now been decorated and turned into a beautiful and elegant bridal room. Inside there are various kinds of flowers scattered on the soft tapestry. Its fragrance is very intoxicating for those who enter into it. No exception Zahra who incidentally likes something that smells of flowers.

Entering the room, Zahra glanced at the husband who was now closing the door of his room and moved to lock it which made Zahra involuntarily smile shyly. Even her face now brings out a sweet cheek hue on both of her cheeks. Down, his hands back in the hands of the husband. Sit her on the bed and kneel on the floor to align her height with the height of Zahra.

Behind her veil Zahra could not help but smile, even her two hands were now crumbling together, feeling cold.

This is not something foreign to be felt by other brides. Zahra is the same as the other bride when faced with something that concerns the first night. They must have felt a nervous feeling that could not be described in words.

Zahra is very scared but also happy, it cannot be denied by him. He is afraid because this is his first experience and he is also happy because the companion to his life is someone he dreams of and yearns for. So it feels natural that tonight all kinds of feelings can be mixed in one emotion into Zahra's mind. It is something that can be understood.

"Zahra." Call Razi while bringing both hands of Zahra into his hands, grasping her. However, Zahra still lowered her embarrassed face. He did not dare to look at Razi, do not look up to lift his face just felt very heavy. Like there's something holding him back from doing that.

Gaining Zahra's timid attitude, Razi developed his sweet smile. Taking off his right hand grip, Razi raised his hand to touch Zahra's chin. Zahra flinched but still complied when her chin was pulled so that their faces were now facing without a partition.

"Zahra, wife. " Call Razi one more time and it manages to catch Zahra's attention. Moving her lashes look elegant and now her clear eyeballs look at the husband with a sweet shy attitude.

Once again Razi smiled warmly, raising his left hand which was still holding Zahra's hand. Releasing her and moving open the transparent veil hook that protects the wife's face from her sight. Razi's approaching face intended to concentrate on opening the transparent veil link which was immediately greeted spontaneously by Zahra by closing both eyes timidly.

It was so exciting to be this close to Razi.

After successfully removing the transparent veil hook Razi immediately put it to the side of the bed that Zahra sat on. Stare with amazement how beautiful the creation of this one God. Which is the blessing of Allah that you deny?

"Zahra, open your eyes. " Please Razi with her soft and warm voice. This time Zahra did not want to make her husband wait any longer. He opened his eyes which were immediately greeted with a sweet smile on Razi's handsome face.

"Can you open your hijap? " Razi's voice asked for permission which Zahra immediately nodded without the slightest hesitation.

Getting approval from his wife, Razi immediately pointed his hand towards the top of Zahra's head which was greeted with the lower of his head position Zahra. She lowered her head to help her husband remove the various types of needles embedded in his hijap.

Remove it slowly until completely free from the winding of the needle, then he removed the hijap cloth to where he put the transparent veil some time ago.

Razi looked more and more amazed at the beautiful face of Zahra's face. Admiring him with sparkling eyes, as if blinking was something that brought harm to him.

Aware of his activities Razi rushes to distract him, clearing his throat which then attracts Zahra's attention.

"Silver will shower first then after her you can shower, then we will perform sunnah prayer 2 rakaat as a perfecter of our marriage. " Razi's voice was awkward.

"Zahra understands. " Answer answered Zahra obediently who was immediately nodded by Razi. Razi stroked the top of Zahra's head gently and moved to lift her body and ended up walking towards the bathroom to perform a ritual to cleanse her body.

After Razi was completely lost in the bathroom swallow, Zahra was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. He bit his lips nervously. Thinking if a while ago they didn't feel awkward at all. But somehow after entering the bridal room why suddenly the atmosphere became different. Making Zahra had to hold her breath many times because of the nervous feeling that possessed her out of nowhere.

To ensure that her appearance did not disappoint, Zahra carefully walked towards the mirror on the dressing table. He noticed his face that was given a touch of thin makeup and did not stand out at all.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Zahra moved back towards the bed and sat herself down to where she was.

While waiting for Razi to clean his body, Zahra wanted to walk out to meet Umi or the others. Experienced on the first night. He wanted to ask what to do on the first night. However, if he really came out would he not be the subject of their ridicule that was outside?

Ah, how sorry Zahra is not to find out and ask before her. If time can be turned again he wants to go back to the time a few hours ago before the wedding. Read and search for any wedding reference books that could help right now.

Unfortunately, it was just his wishful thinking. It will never be replayed.

Zahra spied her head in annoyance, because the moment that was hovering inside her mind was something smelly-smelling

"Enough, don't memi-"

"Zahra's? " Call Razi who now has used a takwa shirt along with a white glove that neatly wrapped around his body.

"I-iya, brother. " Zahra's nervousness finds Razi's unusual appearance. It looks a perfect match with Razi, Zahra even admits Razi's charm tonight many times more than in the days before her.

"Now it's your turn to cleanse your body. " Razi replied, who was immediately responded clumsily by Zahra.

Zahra walked slowly towards the bathroom, being too nervous about Razi's whereabouts, Zahra almost fell strayed from stepping on her dress.

As quickly as he could, Razi grabbed Zahra to keep her from falling.

"Be careful. " Razi's soft advice was immediately taken in by Zahra. If he could, Zahra wanted to sink into the sea because of how humiliating he was right now. Really, this isn't him.

Zahra walked back, but this time more carefully. Not wanting to make the troubled wife again Razi spontaneously grabbed Zahra's dress and raised it a bit high so as not to be a footing for the second time for Zahra. He wanted his wife not to get hurt or feel uncomfortable with her dress. Closing the door, Razi immediately slumped his body onto the bed. Sitting down, he touched his chest nervously.

His hands were shaking and feeling cold. Even the sound of his breathing sounded strong.

"It's very surprising." Razi muttered in disbelief. Razi rubbed his face slowly before he finally decided to get out of bed and grabbed two prayer mats that had been prepared.

Telling it towards the qibla also does not forget to get rid of some flower petals that will block prostration.

After being neat and clean, Razi moved to reach for a Qur'an and read it while waiting for Zahra to complete her bathing ritual.

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The sound of the bathroom door shifted Razi's focus, ending with Razi's prayer closing the Qur'an slowly. Reversing him, Razi turned his attention and looked at the wife who had been gracefully wrapped in a plain white face.

His face lowered politely looking very shy and pleasing to the eye. Zahra looks nervous there, she looks very hesitant to step her feet towards the husband who is staring in amazement at her.

"Zahra, come. We will perform the two rakaat sunnah prayer." Razi's voice after waking up from his daydream. He looked at Zahra who was stepping towards him without blinking, again he was amazed tonight. So much he got from Zahra and always managed to make her feel amazed by it all.

Leading the prayer, Razi steadily raised his hands to start the first takbir. Bringing the silence that wrapped them both into a sacred and romantic atmosphere that washed them away in the longing cradle of the Creator. Caressing his two creatures who had just perfected his religion with holy verses as an indisputable sweet appeal.

Consciously or not they are both now both washed away in the crib of the Power, caressing and binding them in a red bond of destiny from its lauhul mahfuz.

"Assalamualaikum warrahmatullah's.." Ending the two rakaat sunnah prayers, Razi raised both his hands in front of his chest. Subjugating his head in gratitude and taking it to the power he began to recite the holy verses as a sense of happiness for his riddhos.

This is not the usual atmosphere for Zahra, let alone this is done together with the lover he craved. It touched Zahra's heart. Even his tears did not want to miss a step in participating in voicing his sense of smell that was very bubbling in the heart.

One thing Zahra can conclude from all this is that, yes, the Power is indeed the best expert in terms of scenarios. And he will not doubt it anymore.

Ending the prayer, Razi uttered a hamdallah. Then he turned his body around to arrange the wife who was extending her hand. Raising his right hand which was immediately welcomed by Zahra. Grabbing the husband's hand, Zahra had no qualms at all about kissing him which Razi greeted with a gentle and warm kiss.

Finishing a sweet kiss, Razi distanced his face from Zahra. Carrying his warm hands touching and caressing the miss of the wife's face with a clear adoring gaze.

"Zahra, my wife." Call Razi soft while cupping the wife's face warm.

"I-yes, brother." Zahra answered nervously. Zahra bit her lips nervously, in her heart she cursed how helpless she was right now.

"Are you nervous?" Razi asked with a warm smile on his face.

Zahra blinked her eyes, a moment later she nodded her head.

Razi chuckled, pinched his wife's nose slowly.

"Sister is also nervous, very nervous." Honestly Razi made Zahra lose her words. She could not comment because she was as nervous as her husband.

Smiling, Razi lowered his hand. Grasping both hands of Zahra in the grip of his big hand.

"Zahra I love you so much." Kissing Zahra's hand, slowly clear tears began to flow from her sharp, parched eyes.

"You know, I still think this whole thing is a dream. This is something I never imagined before."

Zahra tightened her grip. Look at the husband who looks very happy.

"Me too, I love you so much, brother." Zahra's eyes began to glaze over, which was then greeted with the same tears of joy.

"I think what's in front of me right now is an illusion. I think since then it's all over and I have no other way to get to you."

Razi agreed. Kissing his wife's hand, he took her two hands back to Zahra's face. Wiping the trail of tears that had flowed through her beautiful face.

"So, I don't want to say anything." Zahra nodded, giving a gesture of listening.

Stroking his wife's cheek, Razi straightened his attention staring in admiration of the wife right in his eyeballs.

"From tonight our bond is formal in the eyes of God and the law as husband and wife."

"I am your husband and your priest." Zahra nodded vigorously in response making Razi again smile sweetly.

"And you are my wife, the mother of my children." Zahra's cheeks warmed up. There was a red hue coming down his cheek.

"Then tonight is the night that starts the real relationship. I can't walk without you and you can't walk without me, so let's both step. Together."

"Zahra, will you be my life partner until death?"

"Being home for me to come home and be my wife, the mother of my children?"

Zahra bit her lip. Withstand sobs that are ready to explode at any time. Calming down, Zahra began to open her lips.

"I'm willing." Taking a breath, he held the hand of the husband who was gently stroking his face.

"I'm willing to be the home where you go home, to be the wife, the mother of our children. I'm willing even if death separates us.hiks.." Zahra's crying broke. He could no longer hold everything. Sprawling into the arms of her husband, she let go of all the longings that bound her. He is happy and will always feel that way as long as they are together.

Replying to the wife's embrace, Razi warmly stroked his wife's vibrating body. Gently caress it and try to convey a tranquilizing energy to it.

After a long time in this position, let Zahra hold her and shed her tears until Zahra felt calm. Razi took his action, let go of the wife's embrace and looked her in the eyes. Dealing with it, Razi raised his body. Become the strength of his knees as a pedestal of his weight. Razi grabbed Zahra's head which was still covered with the cloth. Facing him while whispering something that made Zahra's wet face embarrassed.

"Zahra, we're going to start everything by perfecting our marriage. Are you ready, hem?" Whisper Razi with his masculine voice. Trying to say it gently.

Zahra did not immediately respond, even her eyes were very focused on staring at her two hands that were squeezing each other. Long waiting, Zahra finally nodded her head. Trying to lower his face. Hiding the hue of his face which is now teasing him.

Razi chuckled, shaking his head slowly. Thinking that how funny the attitude of the wife tonight, not like a figure he knows.

"All right." Razi's voice was nervous.

Sighing deeply Razi was trying to gather his courage. Closing his eyes to dampen the sound of his unusual heartbeat.

Opening his eyes, Razi began to say a beautiful prayer. A sacred verse he read right on top of the crown of Zahra. Read in a beautiful and gentle voice, Zahra inevitably returned to shed tears of happiness that she had never felt before. It was a really amazing night. The night that will deliver them in the riddho of Allah, binds them with the fate of the red thread of the most romantic scenario expert.

*اللَّهُمَّ إِنِّي أَسْأَلُكَ خَيْرَهَا وَخَيْرَ مَا جَبَلْتَهَا عَلَيْهِ وَأَعُوذُ بِكَ مِنْ شَرِّهَا وَمِنْ شَرِّ مَا جَبَلْتَهَا عَلَيْهِ

"O Allah, I ask for his kindness and the good character he brings. And I took refuge from his ugliness and the ugliness of the character he brought*."

"Aamiin's." Their prayers are sincere. Razi rubbed his face then gently he began to blow the crown of the wife. Pecking it with a sincere heart and then he moved to face the beautiful face of the wife who is still tracked by traces of tears even now there is a blush on her beautiful face. Smiling, Razi again kissed Zahra, but this time it was right. Peeping it light but full of sincerity. Closing their eyes, the two of them dissolved into each other's thoughts and expectations. With her eyes closed, Zahra again felt a warm touch in her left eye and then her right eye. Very warm and make Zahra unwittingly swept back in the warm cradle of the husband.

"Don't cry." Whisper the husband worried. Zahra spontaneously opened her eyes and immediately found Razi's sharp eyes which were also staring at her worriedly.

"Sister won't do it rudely, I promise. Brother will try as gently as possible." Razi's whisper convinced. Zahra covered her face in embarrassment, her cheeks feeling warm at this moment.

"Zahra was not crying because of that, but Zahra was crying because Zahra was very happy tonight. Zahra is happy to know!" Zahra's voice sulks. Hearing Zahra's reply made Razi feel like he wanted to be drowned to the bottom of the earth. He doesn't know if Zahra will make him feel this shy.

"But since you said it, please do it with a soft glue." Zahra's voice was timid. Razi was surprised but a second later he nodded gently as approval for his wife.

"Okay, let's do it gently." Razi's voice drew Zahra's hands from her timid face.

Zahra did not resist and let Razi pull his hand which was then greeted with a soft and warm kiss on his lips. Zahra was surprised by the surprise given by the husband, he did not waste the struggle of the husband and followed the flow made by the husband.

It was a night full of warmth. The night that bears witness to the process of unification of two beings who hope to be ridho the Power against them. The night that will begin their next journey together with the red thread of the Most Romantic who is now tying them with the thread of destiny from lauhul mahfuz.

Yes, tonight is the beginning of everything.

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The girl looked at the amazement of a photo on her mobile phone. It could not be evaded that his whole body felt a sting of happiness abound tonight. He stroked the handsome smiling face with a longing smile. He did not expect that his wish would be immediately achieved. Given that the road he walked was not easy and seemed complicated to make the girl inevitably exhale relief. He was so grateful for all this.

"Mas Alif." The girl muttered while looking disappointed at the handsome face that was now smiling happily in the photo.

"Why isn't Alif present at this event?" Ask seriously at an immortal figure who will never be able to respond to his questions.

"Annisa misses Alif very much." I'm the girl with her sweet, soft voice. There was a spoiled tone tucked in his voice.

Annisa, yes the girl who is now staring longing figure of Alif in the smartphone photo figure is her, Annisa. The admirer who secretly harbored a sweet taste to the impeccably handsome man has now obtained a wide open path for him. The way to reach for a figure who has always admired his existence.

"This time mas, Annisa will never give up to get the heart of Alif. Whatever Annisa will do to get it, Annisa will never stop before Mas Alif really belongs to me." Saying a strong determination, Annisa would never deny it. Even the eyes that normally radiated rays of tenderness and warmth now turned out to emit a powerful ray of greed. Well, so the goal will be really achieved after tonight and he will make sure of that.

***

Closing the door of the mosque, the man took his footsteps down the stairs. At every step he never separated from the warm greeting of the santri who passed him. Down the last stairs the figure was immediately greeted with the presence of a very familiar figure for him.

"The Assalamualaikum Gus Fansyah?" Greetings to a polite girl. The girl is seen still using her face, even a holy book of the Qur'an she still keeps in her warm embrace.

Gus Fansyah smiled her warm smile, stroking the top of the girl's head.

"Waalaikumussalam, haven't come home yet, Fir? It's about to go to santri's bedtime." Fansyah's sweat against the girl who turns out to be Fira, her sister.

"Don't be too formal, just call me Alif." Alif continued to feel awkward if formally called by the people closest to him. Fira shook her head in disagreement.

"It won't, Gus Fansyah is Gus Fansyah." Fira's voice was stubborn.

Alif does not want to bother with the behavior of his sister. He used to be like this, maybe now he will call him with 'Gus Fansyah' but he can guarantee if tomorrow he will call him with 'mas Alif'. There is no question that his sister is unstable.

"Fira's going back to the cabin any minute." Fira's voice pulls Alif from his daydream.

Alif glanced at him while carrying his steps walking towards the princess cottage. Fira complies and follows in the footsteps of her brother.

"Gus, the girl that Gus Fansyah brought last night is dead." Fira's voice made Alif step spontaneously stop. He turned around, staring at the innocent face of the younger brother.

"Since when?"

"Two hours ago." Answer Fira steady.

In the deluge of curiosity, Alif would not let go of this opportunity to find out more deeply.

"What's this two hours doing?"

Fira frowned confusedly, then hesitantly answered her brother's question.

"The girl was eating aided with umi."

"Then?" Unsatisfied, he dug deeper.

"Fira did not know afterwards because Fira went straight to the mosque to perform congregational prayers, was not Gus Fansyah the imam for the prayer earlier?" Confused Fira.

Alif nodded and no longer said anything. He again guided Fira to the cottage of the santriwati.

On their way there was only tinged with light talk. It includes daily activities to talk about Razi and Zahra's wedding that the family has planned.

After reaching the cottage gate, they were greeted by several guards who were in charge of guarding the gate of the cottage of the students.

Before releasing his sister, Alif said a request to Fira.

"Fira." Call Alif.

"Yes, Gus?" Answer Fira quickly.

"Please keep an eye on the girl, don't let her go even if she asks." Pinta Alif is full of worries. Fira smiled and nodded lightly. He knew the meaning of his brother's words, there was something his brother tried to convey. And he knew it wasn't a trivial thing.

Saying greetings finally Alif and Fira separated in front of the gate of the cottage of the santriwati.

**TAMAT

SERIOUSLY, THIS TIME IT'S OVER. NO MORE EXTRA PARTS.

YEP, THIS BOOK GOT HERE.

Except that about Alif, in shaa Allah there is a plan**.