WRONG MARRIAGE

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“Mas arkhan, you can be a father figure. Surely can. Whynot? God already trusts you.” Zalfa.

“I'm even here now. What are you going to tell our son when he's born? Will he know me?” Arkhan's voice shook. “She's grown up when I get out of here. And I can't say anything to him.” Arkhan stood up and gulped down Zalfa's face with his pushy eyes.

“Me and you will solve this problem together. Don't think too far.” Zalfa did not know if he was trying to comfort Arkhan or himself. “We just go through this. As time goes by, everything will get used to.”

Arkhan could not answer. Zalfa's eyes and loyalty made Arkhan no longer able to express the sense in his mind.

“I brought you good sambal. You eat later ya!” Zalfa took out the food box from inside the plastic she had placed on the table.

Arkhan glanced at the food box, from half a meter away the aroma was already very alluring to the nose. He really misses his wife's cooking, because while in custody, he can't eat wife's cooking every day. Even the last Zalfa shipment yesterday was taken by Beno.

“Goodnight, the clock is up. Leave this place immediately, Madam!” said the policeman who appeared in their midst.

Zalfa looked at Arkhan as if unwilling to move from there. Zalfa still wants to be with Arkhan, in a few minutes' time. At least she could let go of the longing by looking into her husband's eyes. But I don't know, maybe an hour there, Zalfa's longing won't go away so easily. Is this how it feels to love someone? Always hang out when far apart.

“Pak, please permit me to be with my husband for a while longer,” Zalfa told the uniformed man.

“Sorry Madam, the time is up and we must immediately bring Arkhan back to cell.” The man held Arkhan's arm.

“Pak, this is already in the prayer time isya. Please permit me to pray congregation with my husband,” pinta Zalfa looked at Mr. Police shady, hoping the request containing the mode will be granted.

“Mrs can pray in the mosque near here, and Pak Arkhan can pray in the cell mushola,” insists Men in uniform.

“Sir, since my husband was here, I have never received my husband during prayer. Let me pray here with my husband.”

Arkhan could not defend Zalfa with any sentence, he was aware of his position.

“This time!” pinta Zalfa's. “No call is more important than God's call to prayer.”

The police officer's face looked worried.

Looking at that facial expression, Zalfa sumringah because of his hope that speerti would be granted. Perhaps it was the voice of the Adhan who knocked on the door of the man in uniform until he finally allowed Zalfa and Arkhan to pray together in the big room after the two took ablution water.

Zalfa stood behind Arkhan after wearing the mukena he carried around everywhere and held a small prayer mat. He followed the priest's movements, his heart quivering as he heard Arkhan lifting up the takbir.

O Lord, so beautiful and happy Zalfa has been given the opportunity to pray in congregation with Arkhan, his priest. The melodious voice of the arkhan echoed the reciting of Surah Al Fatihah. Arkhan's chant was exquisite and touched the heart, making Zalfa's heart wet and drip by drop flowed down his cheeks, landing on the mukena.

How long should the situation last? Zalfa wants to get back together with Arkhan again. He wanted to build a household with his small family. But whether he should bury that hope deeply and live life like running water, just let it all go and he just needs to live.

Lord, allow Zalfa to embrace his little family, allow Arkhan to be by his side when his baby is born, allow Arkhan to be the only person to accompany him and to proclaim the Adhan at the time his baby is born into the world. Is Zalfa's hope grandiose?

Zalfa guaranteed every prayer Arkhan said in the man's prayer, then he went forward and shook Arkhan's hand.

After praying and packing all prayer equipment, Arkhan advised, “Jaga our child is fine. Do not let anything bad happen, what else until miscarriage. Because in my time of this position, I will not be able to put seeds in your womb.” Arkhan whispered at the end of his sentence.

Zalfa did not know what to answer. He was happy when he heard Arkhan telling him to take good care of his fetus, but the tip of Arkhan's sentence made Zalfa wrong. His skin became red.

“Last week, you didn't swipe at me. The rhythms of framing are like loosening. Unlike the beginning, you swipe at me almost every day. I thought that you were getting tired of the big routine. But it turns out that this is the cause. Take good care of him!” Arkhan stroked the surface of Zalfa's abdomen briefly.

Zalfa smiled and nodded, then passed away after the man in uniform reappeared to immediately bring Arkhan back to the cell.

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