UHIBBUKA!
UHIBBUKA
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The morning sun shines brightly, warming the corners of the earth in need of warmth after the cold of the night. Sayup-Sayup Rayhan's eyes open, the black net caught a beautiful angel who slept in his arms. The woman was still sleeping soundly, unperturbed even as sunlight crept in through the window slit.
Rayhan raised his arm slowly, his sturdy arm felt cramped after a night as a pillow for Kayla's head. The man raised his wife's head carefully and then threw it onto a pillow. But his movements actually made Kayla wake up. His eyes pricked, adjusting the light that hit the cornea of the eye.
"Assalamualaikum Ninja," Rayhan's warmest greetings are spoken every morning. The young man pulled his wife's waist to tighten his embrace.
"Waalaikumsalam mas," answered Kayla timidly. The woman who was not wearing the veil looked tired, after a night of doing her duty to serve her husband.
Seeing the tired face of the wife made Rayhan feel a little guilty, the man kissed the entire face of his wife warmly.
"Where's morning kiss?" Rayhan asked with a spoiled tone and a made-up adorable face. Kayla hit her husband's arm, the girl hid her face in the chest of Rayhan's field that was not wrapped by a thread.
"Morning kiss dear," Rayhan asked again, making Kayla more and more drown her face in her husband's arms. His hands were coiling up to each other with Rayhan.
"I'm not, I'm" Lirih Kayla after Rayhan kept repeating his request.
"When?" Rayhan asked seriously, propping his head with his hands.
"So it was you who..," Kayla looked up, keeping her face away from Rayhan's chest. The woman did not continue her sentence, too embarrassed to say it in front of Rayhan.
"What ones? Hm?" Rayhan increasingly teased his wife when he saw the red hue on the woman's face. Rayhan's hand was raised, brushing the hair that covered part of his wife's face.
"Morning kiss or do I need another ration?" Rayhan asked with a serious look, making Kayla widen her eyes. Is that true?! Even the feeling of tiredness after what happened last night has not gone away and the man has asked again?!
"I'm tired..," Lirih Kayla in a weak tone, made Rayhan laugh amusedly. Rayhan pinched his favorite sharp nose.
"Can let Zein have a sister," Rayhan still teases spoiled Kayla. It's vacationing today, and Zein is staying at her grandmother's house. So this opportunity should not be missed. If it was an ordinary day, Rayhan would unlikely have gotten any time lurking with Kayla. Because that woman will be busy taking care of Zein who is three years old.
"Mass," Lirih Kayla again, was like begging for mercy, wishing Rayhan a little kindness and letting go this morning.
"Hahaha," Rayhan laughed as he looked at Kayla's expression pleading for mercy.
"Well, where's the morning kiss?" Rayhan advanced his face, preparing to welcome a warm kiss from Kayla.
Cup. Warm kiss that starts from the forehead, down to the right and left eye alternately, the tip of the nose, both cheeks, and the last is the lips. Rayhan smiled happily, then did the same for his wife. Eagerly peeling all over Kayla's face without remaining, Rayhan pulled Kayla tighter into his arms.
"Let's get up, you take a shower first. Later we pray dhuha," Kayla moved, covered her body with a blanket and took her clothes lying on the floor. Rayhan got up, picked up a towel and rushed to the bathroom.
The dhuha prayer of the law is indeed sunnah, but it has become a habit for Kayla and Rayhan. If you are working, then Rayhan will perform his prayer service in the office. But when on holiday like this, then dhuha prayer becomes a routine that is always carried out by the couple.
Many people do not know the privilege of performing the dhuha prayer. One of the hadith experts said, Prophet Muhammad SAW.said to every servant of Allah who performs dhuha prayer then Allah will build for him a palace in heaven.
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After performing prayers and a tadarus for a while, Kayla immediately stole the opportunity to get out of the room. The woman who was already wearing the instant robe and hijab excitedly headed for the kitchen to make breakfast and a cup of bitter black coffee for Rayhan.
The habit of the man after marriage is to consume black coffee in the morning and night.
While Kayla is cooking breakfast in the kitchen, Rayhan is relaxing in front of the TV. Occasionally he sipped a cup of coffee whose smoke was still billowing. The clinking sound of dishes from the kitchen made Rayhan turn his head, wondering what his beloved wife was cooking.
"What cooking, dear?" Rayhan asked as she wrapped her hand around Kayla. The habit he always did to disturb his wife who was cooking.
"Fried rice," Kayla replied chuckling, actually feeling embarrassed. It has been almost four years of his marriage to Rayhan but his cooking skills have still not shown any significant change. All you can cook is fried chicken, fried rice, fried eggs, fried fish. Only that can be fried, besides that Kayla is still learning to be able to cook it.
Rayhan chuckled softly, tightening his embrace while watching Kayla's hand movements slicing the seasoning. Rayhan frowned as Kayla stopped the movement of her hand. The woman turned her head, looking for Rayhan's face resting on her shoulder.
"Sorry well I can only cook this, surely you are bored huh?" Kayla's voice sounded weak, staring at Rayhan wistfully. The man took off his embrace and turned Kayla's body to face her.
"I'm married to have a wife, not a cook." Rayhan said with a smile. But his sentence still could not dispel the shock in Kayla's heart. The woman lowered her head, her hands twisting the tip of the hijab she was wearing.
"You must be tired of eating my bad food every day" Kayla's voice rattled, a drop of water soaking her hijab. Rayhan held onto the woman's chin, looking inside Kayla's reddened eyes.
"Ninja, I always accept you for who you are. No matter if your cooking is not good, the most important thing is that you are still good to eat" said the man. Makes Kayla reflex pinch her stomach hard. How could her husband joke when he feels guilty.
"You don't joke dong!" Kayla rubbed her rough tears, then pushed Rayhan's body away.
"I'm serious, even if your cooking isn't good. I must still eat, four years mahalah make me accustomed," said Rayhan again wrapped his arms around Kayla.
"Hmm, so my cooking is really not good? Can I cook fried naso with sugar again?" Kayla asked ketus, reminding of the events of several years ago. When I first tried Kayla's cooking, it turned out to be deadly fried rice that made her almost die.
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