Assalamualaikum Ukhti
Chapter 43

The dawn prayer rumbles, Icha squirms from inside her blanket. He did both of his eyelids, then sat down but did not move.

He frowned in wonder, why did the blanket move on him.

She saw her husband sleeping without a blanket.

“Definitely Mas Fahry who moved it,” muttered with his voice.

Geck! Geck!

The sound of knocking on the door repeatedly, the longer the more clearly heard the knock because the knock is very tight.

“Mas, Fahry mas wake up, someone knocks on the door.”

Trying to shake her husband's arm.

Fahry was a little surprised, immediately sat down.

“Iya what's wrong?” fahry asked half-consciously with his slow voice barely audible.

“There are knocking on the door,” said Icha.

The sound of knocking was heard again, after a few minutes of stopping.

Fahry immediately got up from his seat, opened the door of his room, Icha followed him from behind.

Fahry's steps stopped, making Icha behind him hit the back.

“Astaghfirullah .. why stop suddenly mas?” icha asked while stroking her nose a little sore.

“Sorry. If you come out, wear your veil first,” said Fahry reminded, because the wife wants to go out without wearing a hijab on her head.

Because no one wants to see his wife without a hijab other than him.

“Astaghfirullah .. sorry mas,” He said Back in took his veil that he hung behind the door last night.

Fahry continued his steps towards the door of the house that was still tightly closed.

“Who!” shout Fahry.

“Fahry it's me, Ifan.”

“Ifan?” muttered.

Fahry immediately opened the lock and turned the doorknob of his house.

“What's up? Why are you sweating like this?” fahry asked a little worried about seeing his friend who looked panicked.

“Fahry. Astaghfirullah ... halfway house that is still in the construction stage is charred all burned,” he said with breath up and down.

Fahry still did not understand what his best friend was talking about, because Ifan spoke quickly in addition to the breath of Ifan who was a little difficult to sigh.

“Log in First Fan,” Invite Fahry.

Ifan enters the house, Fahry asks Ifan to sit first. Fahry took a glass of water in the kitchen.

Fahry glanced at his closed room, thinking Icha was angry at him for banning him from leaving the room without wearing a hijab.

He stepped forward to meet Ifan who was sitting on a chair.

“This drink first,” said Fahry handed the glass containing water.

Without waiting anymore, Ifan immediately took the glass in Fahry's hand.

“Bismillah ..” says Ifan.

Then drink water until it is gone.

“Thank you,” said Fahry handed the empty glass.

“What's up? Fajr like this you go home. Can't you call me,” Fahry said.

“I've tried to contact you, but not picked up. I finally decided to come here, lucky that someone who would take me here.”

Before continuing his words, Ifan first sighed.

“A stopover house that is being built, charred burning.”

“Hah! Whahuh? You serious?” fahry asked still in disbelief.

“Iya. By Allah, but now it has been handled by the extinguisher and the fire has also been extinguished.”

“Alhamdullilah when it is extinguished. But why burn? Is not the place a bit quiet from the house of the population, not even in the flow of electricity?”

“I don't know for sure. What is clear, the material is also missing all, including cement.”

“Astaghfirullah .. if it is true that someone took it, why the house was burned in half so.”

Fahry was sitting limp on the floor, he was leaning against the wall.

“What may residents near there do not want any halfway house in the wake in that area.”

“It's impossible. Because, I asked permission from the locals myself and they received it well. So that's impossible!”

“What do we tell Mr Dika, now?” ask Ifan.

“Do not now. Mr. Dika may still be asleep,” reject Fahry.

They were silent without talking to each other, still thinking about the fire at the halfway house that was still in the construction stage.

“Astaghfirullah .. we should do the morning prayer first,” suggested Fahry, he almost forgot to do the morning prayer.

“Iya.”

Fahry stepped into his room, seeing Icha sitting on the edge of the mattress holding his phone.

Sit with an empty look.

“Ich. Sorry I scolded you,” said Fahry felt guilty, because he thought Icha was currently angry with him.

Icha's daydreams instantly froze to hear her husband's voice.

“Mas,” call Icha instead crying while looking down.

“What is Icha? I'm sorry Icha, really I didn't mean ..”

Icha shook her head.

“Icha not angry because it's Mas, but .. hiks!” in a stammered voice Icha handed her phone to her husband, showing a message from her mother.

Fahry picked it up and read it carefully.

Her mother's message, telling Icha if they should be careful.

Because his father was very angry and intended to burn down the halfway house they built.

“Hiks ... hiks .. forgive Papa Mas,” said Icha cupped her hands together to face her husband, with tears constantly flowing.

Fahry sighed, sitting next to his wife and stroking his wife's shoulders.

“Do not cry again yes. We'll face it together, it's just home and we can rebuild.”

Icha nodded, still looking down while crying.

“I'm sorry Mas. Because of marrying me, Mas Fahry got involved. Even ...”

“Do not talk like this. I never regret to marry you,” sidelines Fahry softly.

“Thank you Mas,” said Icha directly hugged her husband.

Fahry was startled and instantly speechless, then smiled and returned his wife's embrace.

“Are you already praying at dawn?” ask Fahry.

Icha nodded then let go of his latch.

“Sorry,” said Icha looking down embarrassed for hugging her husband.

“It's okay. Now, I want to pray dawn first, hunt noon.”

“Iya,” sahut Icha still wipe the rest of her tears.

Fahry takes over, pulls his wife's face slowly and rubs off the rest of Icha's tears.

“you are so ugly when you cry like this,” tease Fahry.

Icha just smiled in response.

“Alright, now Mas salat first.”

Fahry went out of the room, to get some water first.

She looked down at her husband's back, and there was guilt about him treating her.

“Stt ... kok daydream again!” Said Fahry who entered back into his room, seeing his wife was still sitting in her original place.

“Astaghfirullah .. sorry Mas. Icha will make breakfast first,” he said let go of his mukenya and return to wearing his hijab.

“Iya,” say soft Fahry.

Seeing the wife had gone out of the room, Fahry immediately carried out dawn prayers because time was running out.

While Icha, struggling in the kitchen. She cooked the rice first and then cooked the omelet for breakfast, because that was all in her husband's kitchen.

“Do I have to tell Brother? Or does your brother already know about this?” he asked in his heart with his hands busy processing omelet, while his mind went nowhere.

“No, I'd better hand it over to Mas Fahry alone. I'm afraid if you're angry,” he said inwardly while shaking his head.

“What's up?” asked Fahry who was suddenly in the back.

Icha immediately turned her head, seeing the husband was neat.

“You where Mas. Breakfast first, but the rice will soon cook.”

“I'll be there for a minute. Do you want to come?” ask Fahry.

Icha thought for a moment, then nodded.

“Wait a minute, Icha change clothes first.”

Fahry nodded, then Icha hurried to leave the kitchen to go to the room to replace her clothes.