The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapter 41. Masya Allah

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My hair? Why my hair..? Where's the towel?. Amayra held her head in fear, her eyes glancing back and forth looking for nothing.

"You're looking for this." Satria showed Amayra black hair. "Or is this?" satria asked while showing his wife a small towel.

Hurriedly Amayra took the hair tie and tied her hair, then she took the towel and wrapped her hair, she looked embarrassed. There are men who see it without a hijab. He never stopped saying Istighfar, begging forgiveness to the powerful, for a man had seen his aurat.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" satria asked with a sigh of laughter, she was astonished to see her wife hiding her face.

"Have you seen her?" amayra asked, turning her face away.

"See what?" ask Satria with a smile.

"My hair!" He replied quickly, with the condition still covering his head with his hands.

"Yes, all night you sleep with your hair down."

"Astagfirullah, why didn't you tell me?" amayra asked with pursed lips.

"Why? Isn't it okay? I'm the only one here and I'm seeing it."

"It's precisely because it's brother, that's why I don't want you to see." The woman shrieked, she lowered her head and wrapped her head in a small towel, not wanting her hair to be seen.

"I'm your husband, can't I see my wife inside and out?" Temptation of Satria on the shy woman.

Psh..

Her white skin was immediately flushed to hear the words of her husband. His heart was pounding again, his heart was pounding. He was charmed and flattered by Satria's gentle speech. Not to mention about the kiss yesterday, her lips still felt warm and the memory was still ringing in her head. Even to enter into his dreams.

He took a pillow, drowned his face there. Satria smiled, she was worried about his wife's behavior. Amayra, who always acts as an adult, is still a 17-year-old woman and 10 years different from her.

"Don't look at me, my hair looks!" Amayra is ashamed.

"So, what if the husband who sees also can not ya? Is there a religious prohibition, a husband sees his wife's letter?" Satria approached his wife, she was curious about her embarrassed wife's innocent face.

"According to religion, I can!" quickly answer.

"Why hide? You shy?" Tempting Satria while opening the pillow that covers Amayra's head. Amayra was still clutching tightly to the pillow. Some of her hair looks there.

"D-yes."

"We are already muhrim" replied Satria firmly.

Right too, huh? Why should I be ashamed of my husband? Have we not been muhrim? I would have sinned if I refused my husband to look at my body. Amayra remembered her religious teachings, if she broke the husband's orders and rejected his wishes then as a wife she would sin.

"Do you want to see my hair?" amayra asked in a soft voice.

"If you allow it, I'd like to see. If you don't want to, I can't make sense either" Satria replied honestly. He wanted to see the beauty of his wife.

The woman obeyed, she opened the pillow and the towel that covered her head. Slowly, his face and long hair began to show. Satria was stunned to see his wife's natural beauty in the morning, Amayra's timid face made the man even more fascinated. His view focused on Amayra. The beautiful woman, without the hijab covering her head. Her long black hair, scattered all the way to her waist.

"It's not God, but God's brother." Amayra confirmed her husband's words.

In accordance with the meaning of the people of God, spoken when seeing the beautiful thing on the power of Allah SWT. Unlike the people of Allah, if Tabarakallah is spoken when a Muslim gets abundant sustenance and blessings from Allah SWT.

"Ma-ma what?" Satria had difficulty pronouncing lafadz Masya Allah.

"God, brother." Amayra smile.

"God, you are beautiful May." Satria praised his wife sincerely. After hearing Amayra's words, Satria wanted to learn more about religion.

He began to think of finding someone to teach him about religion and duties as a husband. He wanted to be a good priest for Amayra, the woman who had made him fall in love.

After Diana made sure Amayra and her baby were all right. At that time they were able to go home, Satria drove Amayra home first to the Calabrian family home before she entered work and returned busy. Now that they have started to open up to each other, Satria even tells Amayra all her schedules in the hospital.

"I have to go back to the hospital this afternoon, there's an operation schedule." Said Satria while laying Amayra on their bedroom bed, which had already moved downstairs.

"Yes, brother spirit yes. Oh yeah, I made you lunch first for brother." Amayra was about to get out of bed, but Satria laid her back.

"No, you're still sick. Bi Dewi or bi Lulu can prepare it for me, you just rest. Remember the doctor said that you have to bedrest for 3 days. So don't do heavy work. Remember that you are not one body anymore." Satria explained to Amayra.

"Yes well, brother. Thanks for taking care of me."

"That's my duty, so don't thank me. And, I want you to rely on me if you have a problem that you can't solve on your own. You got me, your husband." Satria stroked Amayra's head.

Husband? Satria's sister admitted that she was my husband? Oh God, my heart is so happy. He was so ugly to me before. Amayra smiled sweetly, her heart blossoming with Satria's attention to her.

"I go yes, if there is anything just call bi Dewi. Don't make cakes, if you want to snack or buy something there's money and an ATM in my wallet." He said, handing over his wallet to Amayra. He entrusted his wallet to Amayra.

"But I have my own money! No, brother!" Amayra refuses to keep Satria's wallet.

"The husband's money is also the wife's money, right? Don't refuse." Satria smiled, she was already wearing a white suit on her body. Preparing to do noble work in the hospital, his job is to help someone's life.

"Sister then, what if you want a snack?" ask Amayra plain.

"I have money in my pocket" replied Satria.

Amayra just smiled, then when her husband was about to leave. Amayra took Satria's hand and kissed her husband's hand, with greeting. Satria showed that she was happy, unlike before who was always flat-faced.

Not to forget Satria left Amayra to Nilam and the people who were in his house to take care of his wife. As usual, Nilam was ignorant and indifferent to Satria.

Along the way to the hospital, Satria continued to mutter, Masya Allah said. "Oh so Masha Allah is spoken when he sees something beautiful. I had to get used to saying the lafadz lafadz of Allah, I also had to learn the prayer. The last time I learned to pray, I was in elementary school. Like her I had to find an ustad to teach me. Ah, I just remembered, if I had an acquaintance of an old man in the boarding school. He can help me!" Satria smiled, her hands busy driving.

Then his attention was distracted when he saw a bookstore on the side of the road. Satria pulled her car over there, she bought an Islamic book. Prayer procedures, prayer prayers, and Islamic novels about husband and wife. He was well-intentioned to want to be a good priest for his wife.

"Before learning from ustad, I learned from here first." murmured Satria while looking at the book she kept in her car seat.

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