The Smile of Love Alura

New Status

This morning Alura woke up with a new status of a wife, it feels happy, sad also considering Max's heart is still untouched. At dawn when he woke up he was shocked when he found Max sleeping in the same bed. For a moment she forgot that the man was her legal husband. Before going to the bathroom, Alura observed Max's peaceful face while asleep, much different from his face while awake which was cold and horror.

Alura felt, now was the real face of Max. There was no pretence like the one he used to display. Maybe it was just to cover her true heart.

Last night's incident makes Alura think that Max has not been able to accept her and their status. Alura can't force. But if he's allowed to ask, he wants Max to immediately present that feeling to him. Alura can't imagine a marriage without love in it.

Alura should know that the owner of the Mahabbah is Allah, she should ask him. As his sense of sadness that has blossomed for the husband.

This marriage is not a game, Alura did not think at all that it would end like a drama when the inheritance could be obtained. He could not accept the reality if it had to be abandoned again. Alura had enough left loved ones since she was a child. Is it wrong if she wants to keep this marriage?

Selfishly if he wants to hold Max by his side? If so, let Alura be selfish just this one time. He already loved that man. What's more knowing every year the divorce rate in this country increases with a wide variety of triggers. Just imagining it makes Alura's chest tight. Therefore, Alura did not want to be one of them.

From last night he began to be determined to maintain the new household as long as this corn as possible until Allah Swt himself separated.

Alura will try to melt Max's heart, Alura is excited and optimistic to melt her husband's cold and indifferent attitude.

For Alura, the key they have to open to each other to understand each other more easily and get closer to Allah Swt. After all, God is the only dependent place.

"Max, get up, it's dawn." Max's blue eyes immediately opened and looked right into Alura's netra. Feeling at such a gaze, Alura became misbehaved.

"Yes," replied Max trying to sit down. Seeing that Alura swiftly helped him.

"Colat." Alura flicked away the blanket that covered Max's large body, "let's go, I'll help."

Alura got out of bed and pushed the wheelchair closer to the side of the bed. Like last night, Alura needs extra power to be able to move Max. Itung-itung sports.

"Max, you forgot, yeah. Wash your face three times, after that, wash your hands up to your elbows. Right-handed, ok. Here, I'll help you keep your sleeves from getting wet" Alura said, rolling Max's pajama sleeves over her elbow.

Max was silent and obeyed. A little disturbed by their distance so close. I don't know

what a strange feeling that had permeated his heart since they had legitimately become husband and wife.

After they finished their prayers, they hurried to pray. Previously Alura helped to pair the sarong and get the peci for Max.

After the prayer, Alura reached for a pink musaf in the stacks of her books, then began to read it with a beautiful tartil and voice.

Max watched Alura closely. Max knew it was the holy book of Muslims. It's just that he's never touched let alone read it.

Sooner or later, he would also learn it. Because Alura certainly will not let him know nothing about Islam after deciding to convert.

Max recalls last night, after skipping dinner, Max was hungry. But Sungkan wanted to wake Alura just to ask for help bring food to the kitchen. He knew he was handicapped, therefore, not wanting to show his weakness to others including his wife. Let him endure hunger alone by trying to sleep. But unfortunately, that hunger made him unable to sleep. It was also what finally woke Alura up. What is not expected Max was precisely the reaction of Alura, first the woman was not disturbed or felt bothered, then the beautiful wife was crying and leaving Max alone in bed. While he prayed long enough. Max felt bad. To him, Alura was a secret. The woman accepted him who was in fact disabled without ever bothering at all. Then regarding the inheritance, last night he heard directly from Alura's mouth that he was not very interested in the treasure. Then, actually, what made her approve of this marriage?

Max didn't expect more of this. To him, most importantly Mery, got the treasure.

If after that Alura chooses to divorce, she will gladly grant it. Max will be living his life like before.

"Max, you're daydreaming." Did he just daydream? Ah, this is Max's habit that he still carries to this house.

"What do you want for breakfast? later let me make it, yes," Alura bargained up to take off her face, fold it and put it back in the closet.

"Just give it up," replied Max flatly.

"OKs. Alright. Oh, aye. Starting tonight we move downstairs, yeah. It'll just make it hard for you to get down."

"There's Ray."

"But Max, Ray's not staying here. I just don't want you to get bored in the room, if I'm not home," Alura said watching Max's face. Her husband was angry.

"All right."

Alura's smile could no longer be hidden in her white face hearing Max not reject her proposal.

Alura immediately went to the kitchen to help Bi Asih while making breakfast for Max.

"Non, how cheerful this morning," seduced Bi Asih.

"Hmm, Auntie can. Every day I'm a cherry too, right, Bi?" Alura took out the ingredients to make fried rice.

"But this morning is different, Non. Maybe the aura of a new manten, yeah." Bi Asih laughed while stirring coffee for her master, Arya.

"Auntie can do it, yeah." Alura chuckled.

After she finished, Alura brought breakfast to her room. But when the door opened, he was stunned to see Max was neat with navy-colored suit stellan and also his neat appearance.

"Max, where are you going?" Alura put down the breakfast she brought on the nightstand.

"Work."

"Where?"

"The cafe where we first met, it was mine," Max explained moving his wheelchair closer to the nightstand.

"really?" Alura could not hide her happy face. At least, Max won't get bored at home while staying here.

"Yes, you think I'm an unemployed disabled man, do you?!" Max squinted his eyes with a cold face like the first time they met.

"It's not so, Max .. I mean."

"Here you go, I know what you're thinking" said Max no longer staring at Alura, his hand grabbing the plate of fried rice that Alura had brought and eating it in silence. While Alura just lowered her head sitting on the edge of the bed. Didn't expect Max to be offended like that.

Tok Tok Tok

Max stopped bribing his breakfast, he knew it must be Ray. Because she called Ray to pick him up.

"Come in" cried Max from the inside.

Ray who had opened the door immediately walked closer to Max. The man of Chinese descent was neat as usual. His face was flat, probably Max's.

"Good morning, Mister, Miss," said Ray.

"Yes, let's go to the cafe."

"Sir, if you want a honeymoon, I don't mind keeping the cafe on my own as usual" Ray said after saying the line, alura felt the room was a hot barubah marked with her face reddened.

Max himself, cleared his throat a few times and threw a sharp glare at Ray.

"That's it, let's go!" max's orders don't want Ray's mouth coming back for strange words. He even ignored the existence of Alura behind him.

"Max, be careful, yeah." Alura walked over to her husband's wheelchair, grabbed Max's hand and kissed the back of his hand.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

Max scrunched his forehead.

"The answer is walaikumsalam, Max," said Alura smiling.

"Getishalam."

Finished answering their greetings the two of them then left the room leaving Alura with a thumping chest. Max's hand was still warm. Making Alura's smile doesn't disappear. Falling in love is beautiful. What else is love in the frame of a relationship that God desires.

At 11pm, the car rang out. Alura walked forward and found Max being pushed on his wheelchair by Ray. Not until they entered the house, another car stopped in the yard. The car door opened shortly after the figure of his little friend came out of the luxury car, Askal was smiling at him.