TREASON OF LOVE
Chapter 56. Dinner
"Azzura you?!" Azzam never thought that the woman in his lap was very similar to Azzura.
Their eyes looked at each other fixedly and Azzura seemed to frown. "Yes, it's me, why?" Azzura was not aware of their situation where he was sitting on his lap Azzam while his hands hugged Azzam's neck.
"Could you be here? Then your appearance?" Azzam was confused and he noticed the clothes Azzura was wearing.
"Well, I guess you already know about me. I was also surprised to know that the man who married me was you."
"Wait, wait. Marry you?" Azzam had not noticed it yet and he was thinking hard. "Azzura Fatharani Az-Zahra is your full name?"
Azzura nodded and smiled
"Then you?"
"I decided to move and this is my choice."
Now Azzam understood, but he did not understand why his mother had hidden this to him. Didn't his mother want Azzam to be close to Azzura and not like Azzura? But now it is supported.
"You don't know the woman you're dating?"
"No, mama just said I should marry the woman of your choice and I thought it was your mother. I thought it was someone else, but I thought your name was the same as Azzura I knew, uh it was the same. Your eyes also remind me of someone, and now I know that someone is you."
"Oh that way, I also just found out that the man who was my husband was you. I just follow the instructions God gives me. Maybe it's the best option, so I'm willing to accept even if I know there's no love between us yet."
Azzam chuckled, "funny yes, we used to be neighbors, different too, and now even united. We never know what God's plan is."
"Yes, yeah. I don't think we'll ever see each other again, uh it turns out that we're meeting in a sacred bond. But ...." Azzura hung up her words, she lowered her head with a gloomy face.
"But what?"
"But I'm afraid failure will happen again."
"God will not. Yes, even though there is still no love between us, I make sure I will never let failure come back. Just, I asked you to..." Azzam paused for a moment and stared fixedly at Azzura's beautiful eyes.
"What?"
"Open your heart to me and I will try to open my heart to you. We are united by destiny and perhaps this is indeed destiny for us. As long as this destiny approaches, we make the most of it. Maybe now there is no love between the two of us, but there is a God who will continue with us. I will ask him to make your heart accept me and love me. Maybe this seems rushed and gloomy, just I am not a person who likes to mince words. Now my goal is."
"Well, I will try to open my heart to you because now you are my priest. God willing I will serve you and God willing I will try to be a good wife to you and a good mother to Azriel."
Azzam smiled and his eyes continued to look at Azzura. "His eyes, his cheeks, his nose, his lips, look so beautiful. I just realized that Azzura is so beautiful. Especially after wearing the hijab, increasing her beauty."
"Hey, what's so dumb?" Azzura flicked his finger before Azzam and the man regained his senses from his daydream.
"Well! no. gabe. It's just that I feel heavy." Azzam averted his eyes and also distracted Azzura.
"Eh! Athaghfirullah! I forgot!" Azzura immediately descended from Azzam's lap and felt guilty for hurting Azzam.
"Sorry, I didn't accidentally" Azzura felt guilty and she crouched down massaging Azzam's leg. "Once again forgive me, I didn't accidentally. It must hurt."
Azzam looked down at how Azzura was massaging his fine legs. Not achy, but some are starting to stand up but not justice.
"It's okay, I'm better. You don't have to massage my legs." Azzam asked Azzura to get up from his squat.
"Udah, I'm fine. Let's just rest. You must be tired, right? I'm going to the bathroom first." Azzam told Azzura to stand up.
"Yes, let me prepare ya." Azzura stood up and he pulled his wheelchair up near the bed.
"Will I take a shower? I'll get some warm water, yeah." Azzura went outside, but stopped when Azzam said.
"No, I take a cold shower."
"It's okay, I cook water first. Not good for your health." Azzura smiled and he exited the room. There were only her in-laws at home, so Azzura did not wear her veil.
Azzam watched Azzura. "She's getting prettier." Azzam smiled lowered his head. Somehow there was an unusual taste when seeing Azzura with a different appearance.
He stood up and looked at the room. He also looked at the photo of Azzura sitting wearing a black dress and veil. Azzam took the photo and looked at it.
"Dear, it's so pretty. Her aura looks adem and sweet." He smiled to himself.
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Fatimah wants to get some water to the kitchen. He saw Azzura struggling with the pot. "Well, what are you doing?"
"Eh, Mah. I'm cooking water for Azzam's bath." Azzura smiled and for the first time also Fatimah saw Azzura's face after hijab. It had not been hijab, and now it is the second time after hijab.
"Oh, make Azzam. But Azzam can't walk, he needs help."
"God willing I will be the foot of Azzam. Mah, I'm going in first, yeah. The water is boiling." Azzura turned off the stove first, then he poured water into a bucket and he took it to the room.
Fatimah smiled. "May you be the best choice."
*****
When entering, Azzura saw Azzam sitting while playing his phone. He went to the bathroom and mixed the hot water with cold water.
"I have prepared the water, I have prepared" said Azzura as he went out. However, he immediately beristighfar when Azzam was bare-chested.
"Astaghfiullah!" Azzura immediately turned her body shut her eyes.
Azzam frowned. "Why you?" he's astonished.
"That's why mAs don't wear clothes?"
The man smiled shaking his head. "Why indeed? We're married, there's nothing I need to hide from you, right?" Azzam approached Azzura and he was already behind him. "So, there's nothing wrong with this. If you go outside the new house can't."
"Eh, yes, yes." Azzura was suddenly dumb and strangely embarrassed to have to go back to see a bare-chested man in front of him. Azzura turned his back to step, but he tripped on the leg of a wheelchair and fell forward with his hand holding Azzam's shoulder and his eyes widened when his lips accidentally peeked at Azzam's cheek.
Cupp...
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