The Chased Heaven
Streets
The sound of the chanting of the holy Quran breaks the silence tonight. The second step of the wall clock seemed to slow down when two human beings were worshiping the majesty of God through the surah he lowered.
Who does not feel envious if they see the romance of two different people of this type. Joseph patiently confirmed every verse that Zulfa mispronounced, not infrequently Joseph struck Zulfa's hand softly with the charge of the saw he held.
Zulfa was not angry but he was repulsed in being treated like a child. Joseph who saw Zulfa's pouting face stopped his wife's reading.
"Close the Fa, you are not sincere".
"Now, Zulfa is sincere".
Joseph smiled and then closed the Koran and put it in its original place. Zulfa watched her husband do what he wanted.
"Zulfa still wants to teach".
"Udah, tomorrow again" said Joseph as he stroked the closed head of Zulfa.
Zulfa simply nodded, then sat leaning next to her husband. Joseph who saw it pinched Zulfa's cheek.
"That's my wife's death".
"Hehe" Zulfa's laughter then flashed a mischievous thought in his brain.
Zulfa then approached her husband with a contrived sad tone. He hugged Joseph's stomach until he was shocked. Zulfa held back her smile as a result of seeing her husband's cute surprised face.
"Mas laper wants to snack, he said he wants to buy satay with martabak".
"And you can cook, why do you have to snack outside try".
"Mas, want sate sama martabak" please Zulfa with a clear face.
Joseph who saw his wife's face just fell silent anxious "Keep I dapet what if you take out to buy martabak same satay?".
Zulfa thinks "This dappet" kissed Zulfa on her husband's left cheek.
Joseph who got the gift of a kiss from Zulfa could not hide his joy, he was very happy to get a sweet treatment from his wife.
“All right we're leaving tonight, now you're getting ready there".
Zulfa eagerly took off the face he was wearing and ran to get a jacket while Joseph headed to the garage to heat his motorbike. Zulfa approached her husband with a jacket and locked the house after being ordered.
"Come on, I'm ready".
“This is using a helem first" Yusuf ordered and got a nod from his wife. Joseph, who saw his wife as a obedient cat, felt anxious and wanted to kiss her.
"Wear the right helmet" Joseph said, confirming Zulfa's helem. Zulfa's heart seemed to be about to explode, how not to explode if it was this close to a man when he hugged Joseph just not this hard.
Joseph who saw his wife's face flushed red was confused, "Why silence?, let's go up" said Yusuf. At once Zulfa awoke from his daydream and rode on the dirt driven by Joseph.
"Fa Bay".
"Huh? hug what?!" inner Zulfa panicked.
“Hug my stomach Fa, later if you fall how".
"But mas?".
"Why?, why doubt when you were so excited to me now you doubt anyway", seduced Yusuf.
Zulfa felt very cold tonight, the jacket he was wearing as if he could not dispel the cold of Jakarta. Joseph, who felt his wife cold, put Zulfa's hand in his jacket pocket, holding Zulfa's hand, hoping to slightly remove the coldness experienced by his wife.
A warm smile was engraved on her white face, she looked at Joseph's strapping back and drowned his face on her husband's back. The matchmaking was not too bad for her and dating after marriage was so fun. The long wait paid off, but Zulfa's smile faded as Hendra's face crossed his mind.
The red light stopped the riders as well as Joseph, the night buskers eagerly singing the song they were carrying accompanied by a small guitar and a bag of plastic to put money. Joseph gave a dime to the brown child with a look of pity. Should have been at such a small age he was at home sitting warm while doing homework with his family.
"Fa look over the side".
Zulfa then looked to the side and he found a married couple with the age of about 50 years were joking while waiting for the red light to change color.
"Romantic right".
"Yes" Zulfa replied with a nod.
"We'll be tomorrow".
"Aamiin" answered Zulfa, and the woman saw Zulfa and smiled. Zulfa had not had time to return the smile of the woman the red light had turned green. The sound of the horn from behind made Joseph run his motorbike. Zulfa stared sadly at the couple's motorbike which was going in different directions with her, she then stared back at the street and waited in silence.
Arriving at the suburban market, Yusuf parked his motorcycle on the side of the road with the help of a parking attendant. The atmosphere is so crowded even at night, and then the tares of people make the cold of the city turn warm when their laughter with family. Joseph, watching Zulfa, took his wife's hand to walk.
"Why awe, just this time out at night?".
“Ih endak, I remember the memories first when going out with father and mother".
“You missed them?”.
“Iya” replied Zulfa briefly.
“Hind is nothing, the most important thing now is that you have a husband. Let's make memories together" Yusuf said with a warm smile to Zulfa.
Zulfa, who heard Joseph say it, looked at the face of her husband who had refocused himself on the road trying to cross.
Zulfa clasped her husband's hand tightly, if he is indeed the best man given by you, O Rabb, extend his age and give him happiness. And I will always support all his decisions, I love him because of your Rabbi, Zulfa's inner bismillah.
After crossing the street, Joseph looked for a seat and went to order satay. By capitalizing on the mats of street vendors can attract pedestrians to stop by. How not, the atmosphere of the night city of Jakarta coupled with music games that entertain buyers adds a warm impression. Zulfa looked around, families, young children, teenagers, and people who had finished coming home from work and laughed, relieving the fatigue they felt a full day without anyone playing with a cell phone.
"What are you looking at?" yusuf asked with two plates of satay with warm tea.
"family".
Joseph observed the family his wife looked at, "We will be like that, sitting alone with two little children who were hugging their mother while I ordered you food. Then after I ordered the food, I kissed your hand and told our son about us young first".
"It's smart that you make up stories".
"It's not an essay, it's a reality and you're the woman who's going to help me make it happen".
Zulfa's cheeks met in red, she blushed in embarrassment from the words by her husband. It turns out this is called the sweet greeting of men who are very dangerous. "Give me the plate, I'll eat the sateenya mas".
"No words of thanks?".
"Thank you mas".
"Beloved together".
"Ihh" said Zulfa with blushing cheeks.
