The Smile of Love Alura

Dibran

Alura put her body on the bed. His eyes were swollen with nostrils flushed due to long crying. I don't think he wants to see Max's face tonight. Not because Alura was angry, but more because of shame. Alura had never received such blatant rejection. It hurts more than her mother and stepbrother tortured. It was hard for Max to open his heart. In fact, Alura was willing to put off the shame to reach her husband's heart.The result, still Max did not look at her.

About Max's words, Alura thought that Max wasn't serious about wanting this marriage. The proof is that it's easy for Max to say a split word. Their marriage lasted only a month. For Alura marriage is a sacred bond. A strong covenant binds two people before God. Marriage is not a game that can be at will, at will. There are rights and obligations of husband and wife that must be fulfilled in a marriage. In order for the built household to reach the barokah.

Alura felt pain in her chest like squeezing something invisible. It hurts so much, it feels like just breathing is difficult.

Pressing his chest, Alura tried to sleep. I was tired of everything that happened. Maybe by sleeping he can forget his history of pain.

Just as his eyes were about to be closed the sound of the door reopening restored his consciousness. Without seeing who had opened the door, Alura knew it was Max.

Aware of her chaotic appearance, Alura chose to pull the blanket over her head. Hiding yourself under the blanket.

Minutes passed by and there was no movement of the mattress next to him. Where did Max go?

Alura poked her head from under the blanket. As he turned his eyes immediately burst into a streak of dark netra Max.

"You still crying?" Max asked trying to resist the smile of looking at Alura's face now.

Alura chose to shut up. He drowned his head in the blanket. Already looking at him who was messed up, still bothered to ask, bathin Alura.

"Your face looks like a rotten tomato" Max said.

Alura flicked the blanket leaning against the head of the bed. His hand touched the surface of his face. Is it true that his face is like a rotten tomato now? want to prove Max's word, though,

Alura came down from the bed to her dresser. Seeing her reflection in the mirror made Alura startled. True what Max said, but it's not too outrageous to say it looks like a rotten tomato.

Still without sound Alura quickly went to the bathroom to wash her face.

Out of the bathroom Alura remained silent. She took the cream the other night and applied it to her face with her back to Max. From the glass on her dresser she occasionally glanced at Max who was focused on the book in her hand.

After finishing Alura intended to go straight to sleep. This is how she avoids her husband.

Not until his body reached the mattress, Max's voice stopped his steps.

"Come here!" max pinta.

Alura turned. Want to not now they are talking. Alura was again ambushed by shame.

"Why Max?" Alura thinks Max needs her help to get on the bed.

"Hurry here before I change my mind" Max said.

Alura approached Max then crouched down in front of him. For a second they just stared at each other. It is like speaking from heart to heart. Alura saw Max's face was not as good as earlier. Just a flat expression as usual.

Alura according to the increasingly close her body towards Max.

Unexpectedly Max grabbed his head slumped into the lap of the man.. Then Max's warm hand stroked his long mane.

Alura's body stiffened like high-voltage electricity. Her heart beats faster, now it feels like Alura suddenly attacked by a fever. Is she dreaming now? If so, don't let him wake up.

Alura felt her eyes begin to heat up when Max grabbed her. It felt warm and comfortable like he had found a place to go home. Yes, this was the place of his return that he had long missed. The backrest provides protection and comfort. It is hard to describe what he is feeling right now.

While Max is not much different from Alura. To be honest, he regretted saying farewell. Although she did not love Alura, but did not intend to make Alura become a widow that quickly. At least until Alura finds the right man and Mery gets the inheritance she wants.

When he entered the room to find Alura on the bed with her whole body covered in blankets, it was predictable that she was crying. Sure enough, when the blanket tersbak revealed the face of Alura that was swollen. It looks funny in Max's eyes. Even Max tried hard to refrain from laughing.

Max is not good at stringing words or persuading women. So, what he was doing now was hoping to comfort Alura as well as restore her mood for the better.

"You crying again?" Max heard Alura's sobs with her head still on his lap.

"Stop crying. Aren't you afraid your water stock is running out?"

"Let it go" said Alura.

"Well, cry as you please." Max finally gave up.

Hearing that Alura's cry grew louder. Why is her husband not sensitive at all. Instead of apologizing it made his heart even more fragile with what he was doing now.

Alura raised her wet face. Then he grabbed Tissu wiping his nose softly.

"Max, am I not attractive?" Finally the question came out also from Alura's thin bibis.

Max looked at Alura's wet face causing pity in his heart. Why should a woman as good and beautiful as Alura be the wife of a disabled man like her who has no future at all? Max must immediately free Alura from this marriage in order for Alura to get a decent man.

"Sleep."

"Max, are you so tormented by this marriage?" Alura asked not to let go of her gaze, Alura had promised to maintain this marriage. However, if Max really wanted to get loose there was no point in holding on anymore. Max moved his wheelchair closer to Alura. Without answering Alura's question he again grabbed his wife's body. It's only this time since Max was paralysed that he wants to be cured. Inexplicably seeing the fragility of Alura as it is now appears the desire to take care of the woman.

Alura looked up at Max's face.

"Max, are you angry?" Alura was carried away by the atmosphere until she asked what was not appropriate. Then he remembered a hadith,

"Will I tell you about your wives in heaven?” They replied: “Of course, Rasulullaah!” Nabi Shallallaahu ‘alaihi wa sallam replied: “A loving woman is fertile. When she was angry, or mistreated or her husband was angry with her, she said: “This is my hand over yours, my eyes will not be closed until you are glad.”

Max shook his head and his thumb wiped the tears on Alura's cheek. Seeing that Alura's happiness was blooming. Just like this is enough. O Allah, grow love in Max's heart for the servant. Prayer Alura in the heart.