WHEN I MISS PRAYER

Episode 67 - Love

Finished from his duties, Farhan took Asma for a walk in the garden. While enjoying a glass of coffee in each hand.

Pleasant afternoon atmosphere, refreshing breeze. The smell of soothing leaves. This is the first time Asma and Farhan have walked together, in a free space, enjoying the beauty of dating like people.

Walking together hand in hand, throwing a smile of happiness. A day that is always waiting to be able to feel and accept each other. A clean heart that is wounded, still afraid to return to receive love. Yet she was present with all her happiness, as if to be the cure of her fear of love.

"we sit there yuk." Pinta Asthma when looking at a bench.

"the coffee's drunk." Said Farhan while sipping a glass of coffee that still feels warm.

"yes." Sahut Asma, follow.

"i feel the happiest thing in my life." Farhan.

"hmm ?" Asthma looked at him.

"something I've wanted to feel all along. It's true people say, it's very happy."

"what is that ?" Ask Asma.

"have a lover." He replied with a smile and looked at Asthma.

"it's true, love is beautiful." Her speech.

Asthma smiled shyly while lowering her gaze.

"he said, if you are married, you can look at each other. He said, looking at him also got a reward." Farhan LEDEK.

Asthma smiled, raising her gaze.

"every night, I always watch you sleep well." The reply.

"a handsome face that many coveted. But I could happily look at him every night. A tired face from working all day to fulfill his obligations as a husband. A shady face every time I look at it, it feels soothing." Asma whispered while playing her index finger from her forehead to Farhan's lips.

"can you seduce me at home." His whisper was in the ear of Asthma.

"it's a test you have to pass, ma'am." Asma said that immediately rose up and smiled leaving Farhan.

Farhan rubbed his face with a smile looking at the wife who kept walking while occasionally looking to throw a smile. Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes from his coma like a bright shining sun. His existence always paved the way, shining in the darkness.

"i have a gift for you." Said Farhan while putting a belt on his body in the car.

"isn't the walk in the garden a gift for me ?" Ask Asma.

"moreover. You close your eyes." His orders while giving sleep mask to Asthma.

"must ?" Ask.

"must dong, let's surprise." Farhan replied, who started driving.

Calmly Asma leaned back. With her eyes closed, she still enjoyed the trip while remembering the things that made her happy today. His lips could not lie to the heart, the smile was caught by the sight of Farhan who occasionally watched his wife while driving.

"your art ?" Farhan asked while holding Asthma's hand.

Asthma just returned with an increasingly smashed smile.

"hopefully the surprise I prepared, could add to your happiness today huh." Farhan.

Arriving at a luxury high-rise building. Farhan takes Asma down and lets her car be taken care of by the valet officer. Slowly Farhan brought Asma into the wide lobes to the elevator. Waiting for the elevator door to open and enter along with Asthma.

"gold where the hell are we ? what's the matter ?" Ask Asma who is starting to be curious.

"wait a minute, just a minute." Farhan answered, taking Asma out of the elevator.

A door that read 160, became the final destination that kept Farhan's surprise for Asma. Slowly he opened the door and brought Asthma into a wide glass window that showed the beauty of the city along with a beautiful flickering of lights.

"well, I'll open his eyes." Say Farhan while opening the sleep mask that Asthma wears.

"bismillbornrohmanirrohiim." Asthma Vocabulary.

"god willing.." He found the beautiful city that night.

Asma looked at Farhan and turned around looking around. Dinner table with the beauty of candles and flower vases, as well as the dishes. Mattress with a sprinkling of heart-shaped roses.

"wedding cake for our wedding." Said Farhan while bringing the cake.

Medium sized cake. Not big is not too small, but enough for both to enjoy. White color clean with pearl decoration and wedding sculpture.

"mas. I'm happy." Asma receives Farhan's cake.

Farhan walked towards the desk drawer and took out a red box with a silver ribbon. Farhan opened it in front of Asma. Showing a line of white jewelry. Pearl pendant necklace, bracelet and a pair of rings.

"mas.. " Astma could not hold back her tears.

The cake she was holding, was taken off the table. He approached Farhan and hugged him.

"don't cry dong, I don't make you happy if you cry." Farhan.

"this is because I'm too happy, ma'am. I am thankful that God has brought you into my life. God made you a gift when I opened my eyes. God changed my wounds happily." He said in a cry.

"thank you for accepting me." Farhan.

"i thank you because you have accepted me. Even picked me in my flaws back then." Asma said as she looked at Farhan.

"God knows best what His servant needs." Say Farhan and kiss Asthma's forehead.

There are times when a wound must succumb to the happiness it wants to feel. Pretending to have healed even though it still leaves marks. It is not always happy to wait until the wound heals. Because sometimes happy can be a cure for wounds that are reluctant to disappear.

"There are wounds I still have to take care of, but with you I forget about the pain I feel. Could this be the beginning of healing for me to love again. Building a strong love with you." Asthma.

Farhan placed the box on the table to put the ring in Asthma, as well as the Asma who also put the ring in Farhan's day.

"do you have to find an asthma replacement as soon as possible in order to escape this feeling ?" Ihsan asked the sister who was enjoying the night in the balcony room.

"brother should rest so that brother really sincerely love his brother's partner later." The answer.

"there's a hurry, bang. Marriage is not a race and love is not a game." Raina.

"although some say, to heal the wounds of abandoned love is to find a new love. But wouldn't that be like an impingement ?" Her speech.

"branch should do what yes, in order to be focused and professional. So that this feeling doesn't bother." Ask Ihsan.

"the cure is just one, bang."

"what ?" Ask Ihsan.

"return to God. Much interaction with His verses." Answer Raina.

Ihsan looked at the younger brother with pride and happiness.

"may Allah send you the best soul mate, rai." Said Ihsan while rubbing the head of the younger brother.

If this fate comes from Him, then the only way back is to Him. Not a fate that is not suitable, but accepting with a heart that adjusts will feel more comfortable. Change the destination path according to what is destined. Discuss with prayer that God may show His way.

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