Assalamualaikum Ukhti
Chapter 41

After finishing the bath, Icha confused what to do. He just remembered that he and Fahry had not eaten dinner.

Icha slowly stepped towards the kitchen, looking for ingredients to cook for their dinner.

Even with oversized clothes, and a long veil covering part of his body, did not ignite Icha's desire to cook.

Icha found only a few eggs, found no vegetables there. Even in a small refrigerator they look empty.

“I cook fried rice only,” muttered Icha.

He began to cut the red and white onions, then sliced the chili into pieces.

Srenggg!

The sound of hot oil, when Icha has put the onion that he has sliced thinly into a pan containing oil that has been heated.

When finished, Icha arrange it into two parts.

The sound of a motorbike coming and stopping on the porch of the house, she knew if it came was her husband's motorbike because she often heard the sound of Fahry's motorbike.

Geck! Geck!

“Assalamualaikum ..” said Fahry greeting while knocking on the door.

“Waalaikumsalam ..” sahut Icha while turning the key hanging on the door, because it was previously in the key by him.

“Sorry, old. Motorcycle tire leak, thank God there is a nearby workshop until I am not too far to push it.”

“Iya, Mas.” Icha took her husband's hand and kissed him.

Fahry's heart was not careless, because it was not used to his hands being kissed by a woman.

“You cook?” fahry asked to divert his nervousness, he happened to smell the smell of food.

“Iya, Mas.” Icha closed the door to the house again after making sure her husband entered the house.

Fahry looked at the small table, with two dishes of fried rice and an omelet on top.

“Mm ... Icha, sorry. In this house there are no tables and chairs to sit down to eat, like in your home. We just ate the lesehan on the floor. Don't you mind?” ask Fahry carefully.

Icha smile.

“When Icha enters the pesantren, never eats at the table, mas. Icha is used to eating sitting on the floor,” said Icha softly.

Fahry sighed.

“Sorry, I took you to a very different house than your house.”

“Mas,” call Icha soft.

“The house belongs to my parents, not Icha's. Mas Fahry don't keep humbling yourself! Everyone is the same in the eyes of Allah,” Icha said softly.

“Sorry,” Og Fahry.

They ate on the floor mats, eating dishes for the first Icha for her husband after marriage.

“Icha can cook? Your cooking is very delicious,” praise Fahry eat fried rice with greed. Although slightly salty, but it is not a problem for Fahry, because it is still good at eating.

“Really?”

Fahry nodded.

“Alhamdulillah if Mas Fahry likes,” Said Icha feel happy that his first cooking, enjoyed by her husband.

After the meal, Fahry wanted to wash their used dishes.

However, Icha held him back.

“Let Icha only mas.”

“No Icha, I ..”

“No Mas. It's the duty of a wife,” said Icha immediately took a used plate in the hands of her husband.

Fahry smiled, he was so amazed by Icha. Although born from a rich person, but he is not spoiled even not shy to enter the kitchen directly.

Icha got out of her seat and took the dirty dishes to the kitchen to wash them in the sink.

As well as Fahry, he went into his room to change his clothes. He had taken a shower at the hotel this afternoon.

Icha washing dishes in the sink is done by the wife in general.

After that, they do congregational prayers, then teach together.

Icha was so stunned and so amazed to hear the melodious voice of her husband Fahry who taught her.

After teaching Icha to open her door, along with her headscarf.

When Fahry turned his back, he was stunned to see his wife without wearing a hijab for the first time.

Long, black, mixed-brown hair.

Fahry swallowed his saliva, he immediately turned his face away. Because a little embarrassed to stare if caught by his wife.

“Ekhem ..” deham Fahry neutralizes his nervousness.

“Why Mas? Does Mas Fahry want Icha make coffee?”

“Hah? Oh no, no,” said Fahry looked nervous.

Icha glanced at Fahry's bed which was only made of mats, while the bed requested by her husband on a soft mattress was only one person.

“Why Mas? Why do we sleep differently?” tanya Icha looks sad.

“I'm afraid if you're uncomfortable, sorry.”

“Mas,” call Icha soft.

She stepped closer to Fahry, facing her husband.

“Mas. Icha is the legal wife to be Mas Fahry's wife. Icha give it all up, Icha is ready to serve Mas Fahry born and inner,” said Icha softly.

I don't know who started, their faces getting closer leaving only a few inches.

Icha closed her eyes.

The cup!

Fahry kissed his wife Icha's forehead, for the first time he kissed a woman after her mother.

Icha opened her eyes, looking they were both nervous.

Icha smiled while looking down embarrassed.

Fahry emboldened himself, he pulled Icha into his arms. Fahry kissed his wife repeatedly on the head.

“Thank you,” whispered Fahry.

“Don't thank me anyway. Since then, Mas Fahry was very grateful,” said Icha still in the arms of her husband.

Fahry smiled faintly.

Long enough for them to hug, Fahry let go of his embrace.

“Now you rest, you must cape,” said Fahry.

Icha nodded, she stepped closer to the bed and began to lay down her body with a feeling that was not good, mixed into one.

“I have a job, sleep,” added Fahry again.

Icha nodded.

Fahry stepped up to pick up his laptop, then sat by the bed while writing his storybook.

There have been many books printed and sold by him, from the results of writing some of his money distributed to the poor.

Long enough he struggled with his laptop, finally he completed a few chapters of his writing.

He glanced at his wife who was asleep, sleeping on her side facing the right.

“He's asleep? Very fast,” he said.

Fahry looked at his wife's face with his fellow, lashes that were so natural. Lips are light pink, plus long hair that slightly covers his face.

“Ich. I didn't expect, Grandma's words back then had come true. I didn't expect that your heart was this glorious, willing to accept and live in a small place like this. I had mistaken you,” murmured Fahry still looked at his wife's face.

He smiled faintly, remembering their first meeting. He thought, if at that time Icha already had a husband.

“Do you know Icha? Since our first meeting in the courtyard of the mosque that time, almost every night you were present in my dreams. But, right now you are in front of me, not just a dream.”

Satisfied muttering while staring at his wife, Fahry closed his laptop back.

He lay on the floor with a mat, staring at his wife's face. Being extremely tired, he also slowly closed his eyelids leading to dreamland.

In the middle of the night, Icha woke up because there were so many mosquitoes that disturbed her sleep.

Looking around him, he frowned in surprise at the foreign room.

“Astaghfirullah .. I almost forgot,” muttered Icha patting her forehead slowly, in her voice of voice.

He remembers it when he was just married.

Looking at her side, her husband lay on the floor on a mat, curled up in the cold. Because Icha is wearing her blanket.

Because a lot of mosquitoes bite it, it looks for something that can repel mosquitoes. Icha saw there was a round circular mosquito repellent beside the bed.

Icha knew it very well, because in the boarding school he used it because there were a lot of mosquitoes.

He picked it up and lit it because there were also matches available at the place.

“Why did he sleep there. Poor thing,” murmured Icha in heart, taking a blanket over her husband's body curled up in the cold.

“How about I wake her up? To move beds?” ask in the heart.

But Icha undoes her intentions, after hearing her husband's little snoring.

“Mas Fahry must be very cape,” murmured again.

Icha returned to her body, tilted to face her husband who was asleep.

“I'm sorry Mas Fahry, because of this incident, Mas Fahry was forced to marry me.”

Icha was still shrouded in guilt towards her husband.

“Goodnight Mas, Fahry. I'll try not to let you down Mas, I'll learn to be his good wife,” he murmured inwardly reassuring her.