ZAHRA AKBAR'S

Night Smile

Darkness has drowned the night in silence. Dissipate the weary soul in the natural beauty of the contest. Singing the tone of silence.

Clara woke up from her sleep. He felt Fachri's sturdy hand coiling his stomach. Clara slowly turned to face her husband. Notice for a moment the face that usually gives coolness. But this time it was different, he saw the gurat of elation in that face.

Her lentic fingers stroked that face gently. "What makes you sad Fachri? You never shared your sorrows with me. What's wrong with your past?" clara lirih.

The touch of his fingers made Fachri blink, slowly he opened his eyes. Clara was not surprised, she knew her husband was very easy to wake up even with a soft touch.

Also it has become a habit, they sleep just hugging each other without doing more. Fachri really respects his love. He did not want to hurt his young wife. Her sweet girl's happiness is a top priority. Keeping Clara's honor is a commitment.

Clara gave a smile as Fachri opened his eyes. Her hand still holds the husband's face.

"Why did you wake up Shafa?" asked Fachri in a hoarse voice.

"This shafamu has not yet prayed Isya' Fachri," Clara replied with anxiety. Kiss Fachri's forehead and get out of bed.

Fachri felt that there was a blooming flower in his heart. Provides a beautiful color and scatters the smell of fragrance. His wife was now able to take responsibility for her own duties.

After Clara's prayers at midnight, her heart was also moved to read the divine words. There began to be a longing in his heart to chant a beautiful kalam that can not be created by humans. It is pure in God. There are many uniqueness in it. Not even a poet can match him.

Clara, who used to hum with pop songs, is now humming with a divine kalam. His sweet voice adorns the silence of the night. Creating a longing hum in those who hear.

Fachri's soul, shrouded in anxiety, now finds his thirst again. Every word sounds sweet. Lying in his heart. Return her love flowers. The garden that had been arid, now again overgrown with beautiful flowers. Yeah, Fachri really fell back in the ocean of romance.

Clara seems to have made herself an island of romance and Fachri is already trapped there. He wanted to sail the ocean together with Clara. Towards the island of romance that awaits the arrival of the two of them.

Clara's voice makes Fachri fall asleep again in peace sleep.

After finishing, Clara tidied up the prayer mat and her face. The worms in his stomach are asking to be filled. He hasn't had dinner yet.

Carefully, the door was opened so as not to wake Fachri. Then to the kitchen. Looking for something to eat. In the refrigerator are many vegetables and meat. But he can't cook.

Finally Clara took a few packets of snacks. Want to make warm milk but he also did not know how to use kitchen utensils.

Clara sat on the dining table chair and smeared two loaves of bread with her favorite chocolate jam. After it ran out, he went to the family room with a snack he took earlier.

With his leisure, he took the flash from the drawer and turned on the television. Choose a movie that is his favorite. Clara enjoys the night while watching. While being serious, there was someone suddenly sitting next to him.

"Jeez Fachri! You're a surprise," cried Clara in shock.

Fachri takes over the snack Clara's hand and eats it. "If you're hungry why don't you wake me up."

Clara took another pack for him to open. "I can't interrupt your sleep." His hands sucked a snack into his mouth.

"What do you want me to eat, let me cook?" ask Fachri.

"I don't want to eat. I just want warm milk. I wanted to make my own but I didn't know how to do it" Clara said, putting on a plain face before her husband.

"Bas with the little boy! Making milk just can't." Fachri ruffled his wife's hair.

"I'll never touch the kitchen." Clara showed her pouting face.

"All right I'll make it." Fachri is headed for the kitchen.

Soon, Fachri returned with a tray of milk and a cup of tea.

Clara immediately drank her warm milk enthusiastically.

Fachri also drank his tea.

"That's what the hell Ri tea is?" tanya Clara was curious about the look of Fachri tea that is different from tea in general.

"This is tea leaves of the fig. Want to try?" Fachri puts his tea on Clara.

Curious, Clara tried it.

"Bit Fachri," said Clara later. Rubbing her lips and drinking her milk to remove the bitter taste.

"Enak again his bitter Fa. It must be lived and infused so that it feels good," said Fachri with a smile. The tea is bitter and it takes courage to beat the bitter taste. But behind the bitter taste there are a million hidden benefits. Like a journey of life accompanied by various bitterness. But rest assured, behind it all there is a hidden wisdom. Bitterness teaches you to be strong in facing all the tests. And teach to be grateful when the sweetness of life comes to say hello.

"Being a poem must be lived and infused." Clara again ate her snack and focused on the screen in front.

"Poetry is read not eaten by Shafa."

"Just like that."

They also enjoy the night while glittering and watching movies.

After being satisfied they returned to the room. Fachri grabbed his laptop, checked out some work that needed to be re-checked.

Clara was still not sleepy, she even invited Fachri to chat. Take the opportunity to ask him something he wants to know.

"What Shafa? Ask what you want to ask I don't mind" Fachri said calmly. He seemed to be able to read the mimic of his wife's face that held a lot of curiosity.

"There's a lot I want to know about you Fachri." Clara approached Fachri who was sitting in bed. She took a position right next to her busy-looking husband.

"First of all, I want to know about the Muslim vest you once gave me. Why can you keep women's clothes?"

Fachri paused for a moment from staring at his laptop screen. Then think for a moment. "That's actually a gift I want to give someone. But it didn't, and then I kept it. And give it to you at that time" replied Fachri. Then refocus with his eye activity. Checking his every job.

"Including the blue shawl you gave me?" Clara.

Fachri replied with a nod.

"Is that someone your lover?" The question was like brine being watered on a wound that was still wet. Pain and pain back. But Fachri can already endure that pain.

Fachri faced Clara who had been watching him. "You're right Shafa is my lover. But that was in the past. Now my lover is you. My future is you" said Fachri gently as he stroked his wife's hair.

"Is your love not condoned like your best friend said yesterday?" Clara again asked a question that could slowly reveal Fachri's past.

"The destiny of love was not on my side at that time. A father is more entitled to his daughter. He has the best soul mate for his daughter. I could do nothing but let him be with the soul mate his parents set."

"Do you cry because you remember him?"

"Who is crying? I'm not crying." Fachri denies Clara's true accusation.

"Don't lie! Then your puffy eyes are because of what if it wasn't for crying?"

"It was soaked in soap when I washed my face like this." Fachri massage the area around his eyes to reduce swelling in his eyes.

"Fachri's old song. I know the difference between swollen eyes from crying and not."

Fachri put his laptop on the table. "Let's go to sleep!" Fachri broke down his body and pulled the blanket.

"No Fachri. I'm not done yet." Clara pulls out the blanket that covers Fachri's body.

"Just continue tomorrow. It's late at night. Tomorrow morning we practice again like yesterday" said Fachri. Pull again the blanket pulled by Clara.

The girl scowled in annoyance. Because Fachri avoids his unfinished questions.

"Tomorrow after practice I'd like to invite you to visit my parents' cock, so now let's go to bed!" fachri said again from under his blanket.

"Are you seriously Fachri?"

"Yes Shafa I'm serious." Fachri took off his blanket and only showed his face.

Clara also broke her body. Pull the blanket up the waist. He can't sleep yet. Fachri closed his eyes.

"Fachri, do you feel the pain of not being able to unite with your love?" ask Clara. His face was against Fachri's.

"Pain must be Shafa. Didn't you feel it too. But my pain is relieved by your presence by my side now." Fachri spoke with his eyes still closed.

"You're getting smart to fight now" said Clara with a smile on her lips because of Fachri's speech.

Fachri opened his eyes to return his wife's smile. "Love can't be together forever. It is like the sky that does not always meet the earth. But between heaven and earth I found you. Beautiful angel." Fachri's hand pinched Clara's cheek.

"Haha. . . You're so good at boasting now, Fachri." Clara's laughter broke through the room.

"I'm serious Shafa. You are my bidad." Fachri showed his seriousness. Clara was silent. They looked at each other for a moment. Fachri closed his eyes again. Clara's turning around. He turned his back to the man who had killed him with sweet words. Is that really what Fachri said? Can he replace the woman from Fachri's past?

Seeing the sincerity of the man. He believes Fachri really loves him.

"Fachrive!" call Clara without looking at her husband.

"What else?" fachri's voice sounded hoarse. He half-asleep answered Clara's call.

"Hugs!" said spoiled Clara.

Fachri hugged Clara from behind as usual. Soon the two had sailed through their subconscious.

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