The Heart of Raisya

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The next day, in the morning Haris called me.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

"What's up, deck?"

"Just finished cooking, Brother?

"Just finished breakfast, so haven't you had breakfast yet, Dek?

"A little while, Brother."

"Sir, please prepare all files to be registered to KUA yes! Don't forget the photo too. Because tomorrow or the day after I want to register.

"Yes, Brother."

"Sir, may I ask you something?"

"What's that?"

"From now on please don't call me, brother! I'm not your brother! Learn to call me! So that later if you're married you're used to, can you deck?"

"Good, Mas."

"Well, that. Sounds more romantic." His word. He seemed to be smiling down there. Although I can't see but I know from his tone.

"Well, that's all I'm asking for?" I asked innocently.

"Yes enough that first, ask the others later if it is halal. I am still patient!Yes, you have breakfast first. I'm going to work. Assalamu'alaikum."

I smiled hearing his words.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, Beware Mas."

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Day after day came and went, it didn't feel like today was my wedding day. Wktu is going so fast. All marriages are arranged by both families. The event was held at our house at 1pm.

Currently I have been made-up by one of MUA who is still a relative of Ummi.

"Udah done, beautiful! I think it looks like your ummimu."

"Thank you, Auntie."

"Yes together, Raisya."

It's 2pm, but the bridal accompaniment hasn't arrived yet. I'm getting restless. Mas Haris's phone number could not be reached. In my heart I was so worried that I thought of something that was not good.

Did you, suddenly, Haris changed his mind? She ran away before she married me, or is there something else?

I'm in my room right now. Sofi gestured for me to calm down, and everything was fine.

Forgive me, God, for thinking no.

At 14:30 came the bridal troupe. Finally what I was worried about didn't happen. Mas Haris came over with a smile, and was held up by his two in-laws. It turned out that they were late to get home because the road was jammed. There is excavation for underground wiring. So that the path that can be used only on the right.

Akad. With one word and full of confidence.

"Well legal!" Speak to witnesses.

"Alhamdulillah..."

My eyes glazed over listening to him, but I could not bear to fall. Sofi gave me a piece of tissue to remove the clear water in the corner of my eye.

Thank God, thank you for making our business easier. Thank you for preparing the best match for the Servant. Hope this is for the last time. Amens....

The ijab qobul is done well. Do'a for the bride is read. I was led to approach the groom. With a white Muslim dress I walked towards my husband held by Sofi.

I kissed the back of his hand for the first time. His hands are cold. His left hand touched my shoulder. This really shakes my heart. I'm very different from what happened 6 years ago. Then Mas Irfan read the do'a and blew on my forehead. Photographer takes pictures.

"Wait, hold on! Sip, Okay!" Said the photographer. "Kiss his forehead, Mas! Don't be shy! It's halal." Said again.

With his thickness, Mas Haris kissed my forehead for a second. Until the photographer finally finished. After signing the marriage book, we were led to sit at the wedding.

My husband looked at me and took my hand. "Darling, you're beautiful!" That was the first word my husband spoke as we sat in the hall. Of course my heart warms to receive it. During the photo event together, Mas Haris did not hesitate to hold me and even embrace me. We gave the most beautiful smiles to the invitees present and prayed for us. We changed clothes one more time, with the theme of the color toska. All our relatives and friends gave us speeches and photos.

At 16:00, the show is over. Some of the families have not yet returned. There are some money friends also just arrived.

"Rai, sorry! I'm late.'?" Fifi

"Well, I can't take pictures together at the wedding, I've taken off this dress, Fi."

"Picture here is what. Let's take selfies first."

We took photos together.

"I'm sorry, Rai, we can't stay for long. The little one was not taken. May you be given trust by God immediately. Anyway, it's lasting." Fifi handed her card to me.

"Amin, thank you, Fi."

"Yes are the same."

I entered my room which was a simple xihias. And immediately remove the make-up, because it has not prayed Ashar. Mas Haris is praying at home musholla.Because of waterproof make-up, so a little difficult to remove it.

Suddenly my husband came into the room. She watched me sitting on the dresser chair.

"Open her headscarf first, deck! It's not hard to make it." Mas Haris said, already standing behind me.

"I'm open?" I just nodded, as if hypnotized by my husband's words. I only wear white hijab. My hair was pinched and rolled into one. My husband has seen me without a head covering. I saw his jakun up and down looking at me.

"Do you want me to help you remove it, deck?" Say Mas should take the cotton I wear to remove the make-up.

"Ah.. ti-no need, Mas! It's a little more." Answer nervously.

"Yes, I called a friend first, wanted to ask you to bring my bike here."

"Yes, Mum." My answer.

My face was clean of make-up. I immediately took a shower and shampooed, because it felt so sultry.

When I came out of the bathroom I was wearing a home dresser and a towel on my head. Sontak Mas Haris turned to me. He was sitting on the bed, with his legs crossed and leaning on the head of the bed. His eyes did not turn to look at me. Makes my heart pound harder.

Like there's a lion in front of me, ih sereemmm!

"Oh I-iya, Deck."

I came out to the musholla wearing an instant hijab. I know there are still many families who have not come home. Because some will stay at home. After the Ashar prayer, I returned to my room. Apparently Mas Haris is asleep, maybe he's sleepy. I let him sleep, and I'm out joining the others.

The Maghrib Adhan. I went back to the room and woke Mas Haris up.

I looked at his tired face.

God, how beautiful your creation is. The nose is sharp like the letter Alif, thick eyebrows, handsome face. It is really halal for me to look at.

"Mas, wake up." I touched his arm.

"Mas, it's the Maghrib's call." I whispered in his ear.

"Hoam...! Ah... I overslept, huh, Dek?" Mas Haris rubbed his eyes.

"Yes, Mas. Really sleepy, huh?"

"Yes, I slept for only an hour last night. Friends of ngajak jagongan. Then I will first! Thanks, baby, it's built." He smiled and touched my right cheek with one hand. Then go into the bathroom.

I was glued to the spot.treated like that only, my heart had melted.

"Shew in the room only, Mas. We congregate. I'll get you a rug and a prayer mat."

"All right."

"I want to take ablution' first, it was canceled because of Mas hold." He just nodded and smiled.

We finally prayed together. Don't forget we prayed to the creator. Finish praying. I kissed the back of his hand. Then Mas Haris kissed my forehead. I'm looking down embarrassed.

"Dek, why? embarrassed?" Mas Haris asked in a seductive tone. I just nodded.

"Try to see me!" His order.

The words of the husband are a commandment to me, as long as it is not contrary to Islamic law.

I even dared to look at him. Mas Haris held both my hands.

"You're halal for me. Vice versa. I'm sure you know better than me what your duties are. Right now I'm just going to say thank you for accepting me who still has a lot of shortcomings. I can't promise to make you happy. But I will try to stay by your side until death do us part."

Hearing his words my eyes glazed over.

"I'm the one who's grateful, Mom. You have accepted me and my past. Makes me the perfect woman with your jijab and qobul. Thank you for choosing me to be your life partner." a speck of clear water fell on the cheek.

"Lho. Nothing yet, I made you cry!" Mas Haris said, wiping my tears.

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The sound of knocking on my bedroom door.

"Tray... Let's have dinner. Bring your husbands!" Ummi's voice from the front door of the room.

"Yes, Ummi. Wait, we'll be out in a minute."

Me and Mas Haris came out of the room. We joined to eat with the others. The family room became where we gathered to eat Lesehan. There are my parents, my aunt, Sofi and her husband, Ms. Rindi, and my other cousins. The atmosphere became crowded, we ate with a lively atmosphere. Because many of them are toddlers.

"The new agent eats a lot, let his strength be strong." Said Mas Rendy.

"Any right!" Sahut Sofi's.

"Haha...." They laugh together. Me and Mas Haris could only smile.

Finish our meal Prayers Isya'. Then some of them went home one by one. Aunty and Sofi are still staying at home.

I went into the room, and I was about to change my pajamas. Suddenly my husband came in, I hid in the closet.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"Stop, Mom! Don't come any closer! I-I'm changing clothes." Uajar. But my ban is ignored. He was even walking closer. Fortunately, I put all the pajama buttons on. Only, I haven't had time to wear my hijab back.

"No need to wear the hijab! We're just the two of us, there's no one else."

"Yes, Mum."

I hung the clothes I changed. Then Mas Haris invited me to pray sunnah two rakaat before going to bed. I can't sleep in the light. Mas Haris turned off the lights. We lay ourselves on the bed. I saw my husband sleeping behind me. I-i turned her back. But apparently I can't sleep. It was cold hot, my heart was agitated. Turn to the right and then back to the left. The shadows 6 years ago again disturbed my mind.

No Rai, it's different. You won't feel it a second time. Be sure you will be happy. My mind is in my heart.

Mas Haris suddenly turned to me.

"You haven't slept, deck?"

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I was shocked and groggy.

"Not yet, Mas."

"Yes! Here's the hug." He shifted his position and approached me. Hugged me from the front.

Duh... is this what it feels like to be hugged by a husband?

The atmosphere feels hot, not getting sleepy, but the more unable to sleep.

"Sir, may I kiss you?" Even though it was halal, my husband still asked permission.

"He'em..." That's all I can say while nodding my head. Because my brain is starting to clank.

Seriate......

Maap pending first😅

The author so dag dig dug wants to write his first night's story. 🤣🤣🤣

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