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"Remember, it is only by remembering Allah that the heart is at ease."

(QS Ar Ra'd:28)

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Amira sighed back, she looked at the back of Dinan who was swallowed by the door. He turned his head towards Ifa then he gave his faint smile.

"Sir, I really don't mean to make this any more complicated." Ifa approached Amira and touched Amira's hand.

"That's it, everything's gonna be fine." Amira took off Ifa's grip and then she took out a cup filled with hot chocolate.

"I don't want Mbak and Mas Dinan to fight. Really, all this time I always thought selfish I just wanted to test Mira just. There really is not the slightest intention to make Mbak Mira polygamous. Really." He said it with a tone that was able to sweep away anyone who heard it. Amira smiled faintly, she did not expect that Ifa would do such a ridiculous thing.

"I was a little upset when Dinan said that he refused his proposal at that time. Because I know how much flavor Mas Dinan has for Mbak." Ifa took a seat then looked up at the frozen Amira with two hands holding the cup from the right and left sides.

"meaning?"

"What I've been saying all this time is not true. I don't expect Mas Dinan to marry Maura, it's all just to upset Mbak. Really Ma'am, don't fight with Mas Dinan. I'll talk to Dinan." Ifa wanted to stand but was prevented by Amira.

"Necessary, Fa. Let us talk" said Amira then she walked up the stairs, lifting her legs one step after another slowly, he kept his balance carefully as he was currently carrying a fairly hot brown cup. Only at the door did Amira hear the call to the house of God, she smiled faintly. Amira is very fond of the sound of the Adhan because for Amira adzan is a call to let go of the wishes of the world.

Amira opened the door without making a sound, she answered Adhan in silence. While putting the cup Amira saw Dinan who was opening the bathroom door and smiled faintly at him. Amira understood the meaning of Dinan's smile, she nodded then she picked up the towel and gave it to Dinan. Amira could see the face of Dinan who was still splashing water.

"Have a shower?" ask Amira.

"It." Dinan stepped out of the bathroom, not forgetting to say a prayer and starting with his right foot.

"Snacks not changed?" Amira stared at the same shirt that Dinan was wearing, but she could see that Dinan was not wearing a towel so the shirt was attached to his wet body.

"So forgot to bring a towel and a change of clothes." Amira turned her head towards the chair, and there was still the clothes she had prepared for Dinan tonight.

"Why did you go in his room for so long?" Dinan immediately embraced Amira's body.

"Mas, wet." Amira suffocates in surprise.

"Let it go, I've been waiting for you a long time." Dinan put his head on his wife's shoulder.

"I didn't have this one hour" said Amira quietly, she was astonished by Dinan's attitude.

"Mas has been waiting for a moment like this since this morning, didn't you notice it?" Dinan flipped over Amira's body so the two faced each other.

"It feels like being angry to hold you." Dinan hugged Amira again strongly making Amira even more confused.

"What connection?" Amira unravels the embrace then casually leaves Dinan who is only silent because he feels ignored.

"There's a lot to do, he said the wife's embrace was able to dampen the turmoil inside the chest." Amira brought Dinan's clothes.

"Quick change clothes, already adzan. It could be soon iqomah." Amira handed Dinan a shirt, she smiled faintly looking at Dinan's annoyed face. Ah, that's so sweet of her husband. Amira did not understand what Dinan said she understood very well but she just wanted to tease her husband.

After driving Dinan to the front door of his room, Amira stepped into the bathroom to take ablution water and perform prayers. Not to forget before performing the prayer isya he prayed two rakaat sunnah qobliyah isya and after the prayer isya he also performed sunah ba'diyah isya as much as two rakaat.

Amira recalls a hadith which explains that Rosulullah advocated to establish the prayer of the sunah in his house so that the house is not like a cemetery. Amira folded back the face she was wearing, then when she was about to fold the prayer mat she was surprised by Dinan's words.

"Sajadah just put it, I also want to pray." Amira turned her head towards Dinan then she nodded. Amira walks towards the chair then she sits there, she observes the husband who is currently solemn'.

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Amira went down the stairs slowly, she was about to head to the dining room.

"Dinan's home yet?" ask the woman near the stairs.

"Had his wife so he never reported to his mother again when he came home." Amira grimaced to hear the words of the in-laws, she became unwell and felt guilty. It felt, his presence in this house made Dinan and the mother bristle.

"Don't get me wrong, Mother doesn't blame you. Mother blames the changed Dinan." Although the sentence did not judge Amira, but still for Amira it was a burden that he had to lift by finding a solution.

"Yes Bun." Amira started to lift the vegetable pot then she warmed up. He stared blankly at the blue color of the fire on the stove which was still visible even though on it there was a pot.

Amira begins to dive into the sea of thoughts, she begins to try to swim to the edge to take shortcuts.

"What are you doing, Ndok?" Amira stuttered with the sound of the stove picker. He turned his head towards the in-laws then immediately turned towards his vegetable pot.

"What are you thinking? Why daydream?" Amira turned towards the in-laws then she shook her head. Amira looked at Dinan's mother and without feeling her tears melt.

"Sorry Bun." Amira said in a low tone, she sobbed then she walked quickly towards her room. He walked regardless of the call from the in-laws. Amira has only one determination: to go into the room and bury everything on a pillow.

Amira climbed the stairs in a hurry, even she ignored Dinan who asked her where she was going. Dinan was surprised by the attitude of the wife who just kept quiet and went into the room.

Amira buried her face on the pillow, she took out everything inside her chest. He wants to be free with every sense, he wants to take away every feeling and burden. Amira began to lie on her back but still left her face covered by a pillow.

"Hi, what's wrong with you?" tanya Dinan tried to move the pillow that covered Amira's face.

"Later you can cram, open it. Everything can be discussed." Dinan tried to persuade Amira. But it seems that Amira did not work with Dinan's persuasion, as evidenced by Amira who was still faithfully covering her face.

"Are you open or am I forcing you to open it?" dinan asked in a stern tone, it did not affect Amira. Dinan sighed.

"Just eat first, I'm still full. Sorry I can't accompany." Amira said in a truncated tone.

"Why you?" dinan asked and forcefully removed the pillow on Amira's face.

"I'm not papa." Amira tilted her body so she turned her back to Dinan.

"So when asked by your husband?" dinan asked flatly, Amira immediately sat down and rubbed her face with a sling.

"Sorry," said Amira slowly then she lowered her head. Dinan sighed, if to be honest maybe Dinan would complain because he was tired of trying to be a sensitive man. Because for men, being sensitive to women is a very hard job and difficult to do.

"Just ask me again, why are you?" ask Dinan slowly.

"I don't know." Amira answered innocently. He had no idea what he was feeling, all he knew was that right now his brain and feelings were full.

Dinan stroked Amira's cheek, then she put some strands of hair out into the hijab that Amira was wearing. Dinan then pulled Amira into his arms.

"You know, you're worried about seeing you who just shut up and cry. He said that mom was wrong mom apologized." Amira shook her head, she did not blame Dinan's mother but she also did not know who to blame. Maybe he'll turn on himself who can't master emotions.

Amira felt a subtle pat on her back, it felt so comfortable to be in the arms of her husband. He did not know that being in Dinan's arms was capable of making him feel sleepy.

"Many dhikr, so that the heartbreak fades." Dinan unraveled the embrace then he looked at Amira's face, he smiled and brought his hand to cupper Amira's face slowly he moved his thumb to remove the remains of tears.

"Let's eat," invited Dinan in a gentle tone.

"I'm full, can I sleep first." Amira said falteringly as the rest of the stuffing was still felt.

"Keep if you ask, what should you answer?" Amira thieved, whether she did not accept Dinan's words.

"Alright, you can sleep first." Amira smiled then immediately lay down. Dinan stared fixedly at the wife who closed her eyes, then she remembered something that might shake the desire to sleep the wife.

"Honey, you're not curious about what I'm talking about with Fatih?" Dinan idly whispered near Amira's ear, making Amira immediately open her eyes while Dinan smiled triumphantly.

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