ZAHRA AKBAR'S

Night Lamentations

Randi follows Fachri who is in the lower room. It looks like Fachri is packing up his things, putting them in cardboard boxes.

"Need help Ri?" Asked Randi who was leaning against the door while folding her hands over her stomach.

"No Rand. Thanks. . .!" fachri said indifferently. Because he knew Randi must be just a stale base. "My point is just a little bit of a no-brainer to help me" he said again.

Randi laughed at Fachri's words. He really likes to see Fachri who sometimes does not play well with his jokes.

Fachri's hands were still busy arranging the book on his desk. It didn't take long for all the stuff to be in the cardboard.

"Udah is your foreman Rand. Move. . .!"

But Randi did not move from where he stood. "Enak times ya be foreman in the project Mr Steven."

"I'll tell you later that you want to be a foreman. Just mentally prepare for the coolies. You could have thrown cement dough the same as them."

"Why is it?"

"The victim was yesterday afternoon. How to believe them."

"Pixrol you Ri"

Randi who was standing in front of the door shifted his body. Giving way to Fachri who was carrying a cardboard box full of books and a backpack on his back.

"You're like someone's coming to Ri."

"I'm going to go to my wife's room."

Fachri immediately set foot into the upper room.

"Jiaaaahhhh. . .! Who is still married." exclaimed Randi. But Fachri did not respond, he focused on his pace.

Randi could only smile happily looking at Fachri. May Non Clara always be happy with you Fachri. Mumbled Randi's heart.

Arriving in the room, Fachri dropped off his luggage.

Clara also helps Fachri arrange clothes into the closet. And Fachri's books he arranged besides his textbooks.

"Do you like reading Ri's novels?" clara asked when she found Fachri's novel collection.

"If you're any more relaxed, Ra. I love to read novels."

Fachri put the last book in the closet. And Clara too. They're done cleaning up.

"Sometimes I borrow your novel collection Ri."

"Yes Clara. You can read as you like. Now that you're sleeping, tomorrow you go home from school you come with me to my father's office." Fachri said as he led Clara to the bed.

"I'm at home, dech Ri. No need to come, I'm in the mood at Daddy's office." said Clara who had been sitting in her bed.

Fachri also sat down. "Yes if you don't want to come. But sometime you have to come along, later you also have to lead the company of the father."

"There's you Ri. There is also a sister, after all. I'm not interested in Daddy's company" Clara protested.

"It's okay, Ra. Now you go to sleep." Fachri grabs a blanket for Clara. Then give a sweet kiss approved by the legitimate girl for herself. "Don't forget to pray first" Fachri said later.

Clara nodded as she smiled her sweet smile. Fachri's gentle treatment always lulled Clara.

"Where are you going Ri?" Clara asked as she watched Fachri move away from her crisis.

Fachri turned around again. "There's still something I need to do. You sleep first, I'll catch up."

Clara nodded her head. Then immediately close your eyes. He was also sleepy.

Fachri himself was already busy with his flat screen. He must learn the design of the hotel building that he will handle from tomorrow. It is quite complicated according to him, but it is not a big problem for him who is indeed wrestling the world of architects. The script is also finished. He could focus on helping his father-in-law's company.

Fachri's views and thoughts increasingly focus on images that are clearly displayed on a laptop screen. Looks like his late wife's father is indeed someone who is very competent. So that you can make the perfect plan. Moreover, Clara also inherited the intelligence of the father. But unfortunately the girl has not been interested in entering the business world.

When Fachri woke up in the third night, he felt a burden befalling part of his body.Then Clara's hand was also on his chest. How could Clara come with her to sleep downstairs? Didn't he sleep upstairs?

Slowly Fachri shifted his body. He carefully lifted Clara's body onto the bed. For a moment the girl squirmed lightly. She held the blanket in her hand. It was as if he was hugging something.

Fachri took the wudlu water, then prepared the prayer mat. Fulfill the Divine cry. Promise to the Khaliq that the do'a will be served one third of the night.

Each breath goes hand in hand with lips that say beautiful words. Enjoy every movement that becomes a refresher of the body soul. Return to human nature as a servant.

To knit love with the Most Love. Wooing in silence one third of the night.

Each prayer rhyme that is spoken becomes a humming romance on the Divine.

Hoping to receive the bounty of the Mahabbah. Accompany each step with his RIDloo.

Hope his love will regain the light of life. Fulfill it with compassion. Gives strength to live the destiny of life.

The sound of the Adzan mendayu-dayu welcomes dawn. Calling on people who are drifting in the warmth of the blanket. Some of them fulfill that call. Some people choose to hide behind their dreams.

Fachri rubbed his wife's head gently. "Wake Ra. Let's go first." Fachri said in his soft voice.

He must be extra patient to guide his wife who is still in her labile period. As the saying goes, a woman's heart is like a glass. Cleaning should be gentle. If given a strong pressure, it will break. When it is broken then no one can assemble again as before. It will still leave a mark even though it has been glued back.

Clara squirmed softly because of Fachri's touch. He tried to open his eyes that were still firmly attached.

"I'm still sleepy Fachri." a hoarse voice came out of Clara's lips. He closed his eyes again.

"It's time for Clara's dawn." Fachri still gently caressed his wife's head. "Do you want me to carry me to the bathroom." Fachri said again.

Clara still didn't budge from her blanket. Fachri stood up and leaned over to lift Clara's body. Realizing that Fachri is not messing around with his words,

Clara immediately widened her eyes.

A moment the two views meet. Clara's heart suddenly crumbled. As if to get out. Morning blind he should exercise the heart. It makes him barely able to breathe.

"I can wake Fachri myself" said Clara trying to control herself.

Fachri immediately straightened his body. Renewing the wudlu again. Clara went to the bathroom after Fachri came out.

Both are now standing facing the Qibla. The chant of Kalam Fachri sounded very melodious. Touching the earth's recesses that are still untouched by the sun.

How lucky is an angel without wings who managed to fill the heart of a male sholeh like Fachri. So that makes the angels envious to see the woman who is with him.

After the prayer, Fachri grabbed the Qur'an which he deliberately placed on the nightstand near where he sat now.

Clara, who was not used to waking up, immediately laid her body on the prayer mat where she prayed. Right next to his priest. Kalam's voice spoken from Fachri's lips was like a song for Clara. Until he fell asleep with a face that still wrapped his body.

Fachri smiled as he rubbed his wife's face still wrapped in mucus. Again a gentle kiss landed on the top of the head of the woman who was now asleep. Slowly Fachri's hand grabbed his wife's head. Put on his forehead as a cushion.

Fachri's shady eyes stared fixedly at his wife's peaceful face. His heart is in that peace. There is a calmness created there.

"Now you are my wife. Let me touch your heart. Let me sow the seeds of love in your homeland. Let it thrive. Blazing adorn your heart. I'll give you color with light. So that I can lead you to the Divine Ridlo." Fachri muttered as his hands continued to caress his wife's head.

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