WRONG MARRIAGE

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Zalfa hurried to put on a white mukena and held a prayer mat on the floor. Actually two prayer rugs. One prayer mat for Arkhan, and another for Zalfa. Yes, Zalfa has many prayer rugs and he purposely prepares for Arkhan.

While waiting for Arkhan, Zalfa sat on the prayer mat while covered with zikr. Then he turned his head as the corner of his eye caught Azlan's foot walking closer towards him. Zalfa's smile widened to look at Arkhan's appearance, the man looked increasingly handsome wearing a white cocoa shirt, blue sarong and black skullcap on the head.

My God, it turns out Arkhan already has Islamic clothes. Even the skull cap adds a charming impression in Arkhan. The man stared at the prayer mat that had been stretched out for him, then his gaze was fixed on the prayer mat that was slung in his arm.

“I have prepared a prayer mat for you,” said Zalfa.

Arkhan turned back, returning the prayer mat to the closet. Then he stood on the prepared prayer mat. Zalfa stood with a gaze toward the prayer mat. His entire body bristled when he heard Arkhan's voice calling for takbir. Even upon arriving at the recitation of Al Fatihah, Zalfa shed tears upon hearing the melodious chant of Azlan's voice while reciting it. Tajwidnya no doubt, the rhythm is good, the sound is melodious and the reading is very beautiful. Zalfa.

Oh my God, thank you. After all the trials You have given, You have shown Your majesty by showing a husband who is so great in reciting Your verses. A mu’alaf is able to read the verses of the Qur’an so beautifully, how happy the ears are to hear. After this, please show Your greatness by softening my husband's heart, that he may be a good and righteous husband, whose heart is clean from all sins, who always tries to draw closer to You. Zalfa prayed in his heart during a long prostration made by Arkhan.

After greeting, reciting and praying, Zalfa kissed the back of Arkhan's hands full of reverence.

Zalfa raised his face, looking at Arkhan who was also staring at him. Zalfa's heart rippled up to get a shady look from Arkhan.

“Arkhan!” call Zalfa in a wail.

“Ya?”

“Still, yes!”

“Still for what?”

“Udah be my imam,” replied Zalfa.

“Means you will say dozens of times the same sentence when I became your prayer priest many times.”

Arkhan's apron invited Zalfa's crisp laughter. Until Arkhan unconsciously watched the laughter carefully. The laughter made him speechless and nailed, for some reason Zalfa's crisp laughter was able to make him feel like he was carrying a burden. Is a man like him the source of Zalfa's happiness?

“Yes already, we are down, yuk!” take Zalfa while removing the mucus and folding it.

“I'll cook soup for you, you want breakfast right?” tawar Zalfa's.

“I don't like sop,” replied Arkhan trying to evade so that he did not spend time with Zalfa.

“Then I'll cook another one. What's your favorite food?” Zalfa folded his prayer mat and grabbed Arkhan's prayer mat until the man shifted his seat. Zalfa then folded the prayer mat.

“I eat out only.” Arkhan stood up and took off his clothes then changed it with a shirt and trousers.

“Do you not want to taste my cooking?” Zalfa followed Arkhan who was now standing in front of the table.

“Lain times only.” Arkhan took the phone from the nightstand and pocketed it, then grabbed the wallet from inside the desk drawer and put it in another bag.

“I'm looking to spend time with you.” Zalfa followed Arkhan to the door.

“I'm at work.”

“What work?”

“Do I have to mention in detail to you?” Arkhan buttoned the end of his shirt sleeve.

“Ndon't need. I'll come with you.” Zalfa stood in front of Arkhan and made Arkhan's steps stop a few cent before Arkhan could hit Zalfa's body which suddenly cut his way.

“Zalfa!” Arkhan called the name with teeth tightened due to annoyance. But strangely, he could not spit out his emotions when he looked at his wife's face.In the instant his tongue became stiff as a board.

“You angry?” Zalfa's expression immediately turned sad.

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