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"A Muslim is a brother to another Muslim. He must not abuse her, abandon her, and despise her. The man who humbles his brother in Islam is considered a bad man."

(Moslem HR).

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Amira awakens as she feels her bed move, she sees Dinan sitting on her back. He was curious about what Dinan was doing, he wanted to ask but he paused when he saw Dinan tidying up his hair and walking towards the bathroom. Amira frowned, she then turned her head towards the clock that was stuck on the wall. He smiled faintly as he realized one thing, Dinan would do the night prayer.

Amira was back in the blanket, she did not want to disturb Dinan but then her mind split when she remembered that she was now a wife. Amira immediately sat down, then she stared at the bathroom door that never opened, she could hear that Dinan was flushing his body with water, marked that Amira's husband was bathing. Amira stepped out to wash her hands before preparing clothes for her husband.

Amira went inside the room and then turned on the light, she picked up a towel and then she knocked on the bathroom door.

"Sir, the towel's missing." Amira did not hear the voice from inside. He was astonished but soon he heard a small door open.

"Thank you." Dinan's hand took over the towel and then Dinan closed the door again. Amira shrugged then she picked up the sarong and Koko Dinan's shirt. Don't forget he put a fold on it.

"Did I wake you?" Dinan came out of the bathroom.

"No," replied Amira nervously, for some reason she felt something was stuck in her brain.

"Thank you," Dinan said as he picked up the scabbard and put it on.

"Back of love." Amira makes her bed.

"You don't want to go back to sleep?" Amira nodded then smiled awkwardly towards Dinan.

"Dinan's father needs something?" Dinan shook his head.

"Sleep," said Dinan, shaking the blanket and then walking around to Amira, lifting Amira's slender body and laying on the bed. Dinan shrouded to the chest, while Amira just remained silent and gulped her hard saliva, she really did not expect the thing that had just happened.

"Mr Dinan don't want me to make tea or coffee?" Dinan sat by the bed.

"Later the sun was almost shining. Now you sleep later you have to go back to teaching and maybe we will go to the hospital as well, not to mention later you have to take care of the needs of Fatimah. So, take a break." Amira did not digest Dinan's words, she just nodded her head as she was much more fascinated with her husband's simple aura.

"Close your eyes!" the word of an order from Dinan followed by Amira without objection. Dinan stroked the top of Amira's head and then moved back to wearing clothes.

Amira closed her eyes, though, he tried to wade through the dream world to rest his mind and heart but it felt very difficult to do because he felt uncomfortable with sleeping on his back he changed position by sleeping tilted to the right but it was it's also not good that he did he moved to the left position but it also felt uncomfortable. He immediately returned to his back and facing the ceiling of the room he sighed, he wondered why he could not close his eyes? Wasn't there a Dinan in his bed capable of affecting his feelings?

O God of Amira! Dinan has just slept with you, it does not affect you. Amira glanced at Dinan who was in a ruku' then she took a pillow and made it grind until before long she was lulled in daydreams and freefall towards the subconscious.

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A pretty cold morning, with a breeze that greeted unexpectedly. Amira pressed her hands against her chest she kept walking towards the side house. She had to pick up Fatimah because today she had to go to school. When Amira was about to enter the gate she saw Fatimah who was to be delivered by Faris.

"Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh," greeting Amira makes Faris refused.

"Waalaikumsalam warohmatulli. Look picked up as ammahanya."

"Let's go home Fatimah, say thank you to Ammi Faris."

"Jazakumullahu khoiron, Ammii." Amira saw Faris smile.

"Aamiin wayak, good school may be given smoothness."

"Aamiin's." Then Amira resigned, and was greeted kindly by Faris. Amira took Fatimah home with her hands.

"Well, Fat sister what's a boy?" Amira smiles.

"Fatimah's sister's a girl." Amira looked down to see Fatimah looking up at her. Amira gave a warm smile.

"Fatimah's sister girl or boy is a provision from Allah. So the most important thing is that Fatimah's sister is healthy. So Fatimah's sister is healthy and the ummah is also healthy." Amira could see Fatimah's smile, and the girl nodded her head excitedly.

"Let's go in" asked Amira.

"Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh."

"Waalaikumsalam warohmatullahi wabarokatuh, I'm behind." Amira and Fatimah looked at each other.

"Who's Mah?"

"Ammi Dinan," replied Amira then she took Fatimah to the kitchen.

"Fatimah eat first abis it later change uniform in the room, Ammah has prepared. Ammah wants to see Ammi first." Fatimah nodded in agreement. Then Amira stepped towards the back of the house.

"What is Mr. Dinan doing?" Amira was surprised by what Dinan was doing.

"Of course you can see it, but sorry I just sunbathe what you have because it feels uncomfortable if I sunbathe the property of my sister-in-law and mother." Amira looked suspiciously at Dinan.

"How can Mr. Dinan sort out my clothes with others?" Dinan looked up and then he smiled.

"Easy, I took the clothes you used to wear." Dinan was busy drying. Amira looked at her strung clothes. He took a deep breath.

"No, how much I like you I wouldn't do that silly thing." Amira sees a relaxed aura on Dinan's face and it is certain that her husband did not do the thing she was accused of.

"Keep, how can you tell my clothes apart?" Amira turned her head towards Dinan to coincide with Dinan also turning her head towards him. Amira was silent for a moment when she saw Dinan's smile.

"Which saw it a few times," said Dinan.

"Then, what are the activities of Mr. Dinan these two years?" Dinan lifted his empty basket then brought it in.

"Should you answer that once?" Amira nodded quickly. Dinan smiled then took Amira's hand and sighed Amira to sit in the back seat.

"I'm a year in the family's old house and a year in the new house." Amira exhales.

"Pak Dinan's Activities." Dinan chuckled then he brought Amira's hand to grasp.

"Cold Sir." Dinan chuckled as Amira tried to take off her hands, how not to get cold she had just dried a shirt that was clearly wet even though it had been dried in the washing machine.

"A year at home mother not much activity, in the first month I went umrah with mother. This is the reason I couldn't fight any longer to gain your trust at that time, because when I had to register Umrah with my mother so inevitably I had to go." Amira looked at Dinan with a lethargic face, she had time to blame Dinan who was not trying to fight for her.

"Then for three months I had no job, only at home. Until Faris called and said there was one boarding school in need of teaching staff. I went there and worked there for about two months. Though I intend there one semester, qodarullah Ifa and Maura family accident to make Nabil died." Dinan had a cloudy face. Amira hesitantly clasped Dinan's hand. Dinan smiled faintly at Amira.

"We accepted Nabil's departure sincerely, it was his destiny. After the death of Ifa's first child, my sister was bleeding so much that I chose to go back home and look after my sister because her husband also had several fractures that made her have to be treated."

"Aren't you getting souvenirs from me?" Dinan did not want to create a sahdu atmosphere he tried to melt the atmosphere.

"By what?" Amira thinks she never got a gift from Dinan.

"Ah, I leave it to Mala every time she visits." Amira turned to look towards Dinan.

"Oh, who's from Mala's mother?" Amira exclaimed quite loudly. Dinan nodded with a smile.

"Oh, there's the hell but it's still in the closet." Amira answered then grimaced unwell.

"Not opened yet?" Amira shakes. Dinan was astonished.

"It's been opened, it's just that I haven't taken it out of his pocket. Haven't had time to fix it. So that's from Mr. Dinan?" Amira saw her husband smile then Dinan nodded.

"Wait a minute" said Amira remembering something.

"How could Ifa and Maura crash together?" Dinan smiled faintly, he recalled that Amira was a critical person although a little sluggish.

"Suami Ifa is Maura's husband's sister." Amira nodded then turned her head towards Dinan suspiciously.

"Suami Maura died seven months after the birth of her first child, and the Maura family was far from Maura. Maura is a convert, so her family relationships are a little stretched although still exchanging information but not as close as family in general. That's why the family of Ifa's husband asked our family to invite Maura to move so that Ifa and her husband could control her nephew. And so, Ifa put it in my old house and left it with the assistant she did have." Amira was understanding.

"Why do you think Maura is my wife? If Ifa could be understood because we were close. That's Maura?"

"Remember the ex-halal that was discussed in the car at that time by Mala?" Dinan nodded. "Yes, from there I am sure."

"That means you've guessed before?" Amira nods her head confirming, Amira is not a dodgy figure she will open up with someone she wants and throughout her second introduction Amira is always open with Dinan in some ways.

"Right, because I heard from Mala's mother that Mr. Dinan brought his family and when I passed in front of Mr. Dinan's house I often saw Maura there." Dinan nodded then turned his head towards Amira.

"Reason accepted." Dinan said softly then moved his hand inside the wife's grasp.

"What is this maura Mr Dinan?" Dinan looked towards Amira.

"Nobody," replied Dinan casually.

"Related?" Amira pressed her voice.

"Surely, one hundred percent." Amira looked at Dinan suspiciously, Dinan chuckled at the face of the wife being bent, she knew she wanted an explanation but she did not want to hurt her feelings.

"Why? He is only the past and you are the future. What else is there to doubt?"

"It is impossible that only the past is forgotten if until Mr. Doni just thinks that Mr. Dinan proposed to Maura." Amira takes off her hand then she faces forward with her lips cut off and her hands clasped tightly.

"Keep I have to answer what? The past is not to be forgotten, but to be a lesson in living the future." Dinan grabbed Amira's hand and tried to take off Amira's firm grip.

"An honest answer" said Amira in a sulking tone, Amira immediately shut her mouth as she regained her senses with her tone.

"He was my ex-boyfriend, we dated for a month and converted him to Islam. After he converted to Islam I decided on him and we were just friends no more. She got married after college and I decided to move to this city and start my career. So there was never anything special between us." Amira turned her head towards Dinan, Dinan took off the hand that covered Amira's lips then advanced her face making Amira flaky-ketir. And the noses of the two touched and Amira closed her eyes instinctively.

"Well, Fatimah is ready." Both are straight away. Dinan stood up and took the basket and brought it into the laundry room and Amira dressed in a dress that had nothing wrong at all.

"Yes, Ammah is coming soon." Amira shouted from behind then she caught up with Dinan who was already in the dining room chatting with her nephew. Amira patted both of her cheeks then stepped closer to the two.

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