Because God
Ichthyrist.

An came out of the bathroom, dressed in his robe.His feet stepped closer to a mirror.

In front of the mirror, he smiled at himself. "Here I am" he told himself.

Astaghfirullah, he's really narcissistic. The man's eyes stared at a door from the reflection of his mirror, and Zahra entered the room. Immediately, she put on a face, cynical.

Seeing this, Zahra immediately lowered her head.This was the second time she had seen her husband dressed in a robe.

Zahra walked to the bathroom.he was about to take ablution water. After that, he took the face in his closet.

Seraya, spread out the prayer, then establish the prayer isya'.

Meanwhile, An had already changed his robe, in pajamas. He sat on the bed, leaning his back on the headboard.

His eyes watched every prayer movement, which Zahra did, until the last greeting.

Zahra raised her hand, and at this moment her tongue threw something at Al-Haq.

After that, Zahra let go of her face while putting back the prayer mat and her face in the closet again.

This time, Zahra was only wearing a hijab not with her veil. Suddenly her mind was reminded of something.

He was looking for a bag that he had brought to his official home. "Alhamdulillah" he muttered.he saw the bag was on the sofa. soon he walked over.

While taking the rice box, in his bag he turned his body.

An and Zahra's eyes met each other, The two eyes met long enough.An's eyes were dazzled by her beauty. Zahra threw a small smile at her husband.

An gulped his saliva, he completely burst with the beauty of Zahra.A soon An lowered his gaze, his eyes were already unable to stand what he saw.

Zahra walked up to her husband while sitting next to him, by the side of the bed. "Don't you like fried rice?"

An raised a little of his head. "Huh? I-iya" he replied, nervous.His eyes looked at Zahra with awe.

"Why are you nervous?" she asked astonishment, not usually her husband was like that. Zahra squinted her eyes, she saw there

something near her husband's eyes.

"Fly, try to show your face" she asked.

An clucked. "Ck, what the hell, get out of the way.You just eat your fried rice" he said, with a slightly raised voice.

"Abang, wait a minute, it looks like there's something near my eyes" he explained.

An let out a rough breath. "All right"

She was silent for a moment. Zahra's face was getting closer to her husband's face.An's heart was beating irregularly.

"This is it" she said, showing her husband. An saw it, it turned out to be just an eyelash.

An rolled his eyes lazily. "Good God, that's all".

Zahra smiled slightly, nodding. "Abang, let's eat together" he asked.

"Huh? Don't be crazy about you" he said.

Zahra took a breath, then exhaled slowly. "Why? are we husband and wife?"

"Yes, but_"

Not yet had time to finish her words, Zahra had thrust a spoon near her husband's mouth.

"Let's open your mouth, Brother" pinta, Zahra. An's eyes look at the fried rice for a moment. Honestly, An wants to eat it, even he can't wait to feel the taste of fried rice.

"A.." cried Zahra, gaping. Soon An hand immediately took a spoon in his hand zahra.

"Let me eat alone" he said, cynically.

"Alright" replied zahra, obediently.

An ate the fried rice, greedily. Zahra's eyes looked at her husband, clingy.

Apparently An realized that. An raised his head slightly. He stopped eating the fried rice. "Can you stop looking at me" he said.

An exhaled his breath rough. Put that fried rice, anyhow. As he got up from his bed. "Where are you going?" Ask zahra.

An clucked. "It's none of your business"

Zahra also stood up. "Abang, the fried rice has not run out" he said, yes the fried rice was only a few more bribes.

"Down, I have no taste" he said, if Zahra had not seen him, she would have spent it.

"Abang sure" he asked, reassuring.

"Abang, this fried rice is made by Ummiku, if if what makes fried rice is Mother Brother, will you throw it away?" Ask zahra.

Hearing Zahra's words, An was a little melted. If it was made by his mother, where An might throw it. anyway, he sat back down and ate the fried rice.

"I looked around, brother is so very fond of fried rice"

"It's my favorite food" he said.

Zahra nodded her head understanding. While smiling a smile.

An who looked astonished. "You why?"

"It's okay" he replied.

"Then why smile?" Ask curiously.

"I don't know if it's a coincidence or not. But, obviously fried rice is also my favorite food" he explained.

An looked at Zahra in disbelief. "You're sure" he said to make sure.

"Hm, I have loved fried rice since I was 5 years old, because at that time Ummi always made me fried rice. if you like fried rice for what reason?" Zahra asked curiously.

"There is no reason, I just like it" he replied, indifferently.

Zahra looked at the fried rice that her husband had devoured. "It's over"

An indifferent, he immediately put the rice box on the nightstand.and Zahra immediately took the glass, which contained water.which was on the nightstand while giving to her husband.

An accepted it, his eyes occasionally staring at Zahra who looked bright.

After that, An got up and walked to a sofa located at the end of his room, while lying down, on the sofa.

"Abang" called Zahra, and An turned his head to Zahra. "Didn't you want to sleep naked with me?"

An astonished, what was his wife's intention.argh!, he gulped his saliva. "No" he answered indifferently.

"Why, aren't we husband and wife?"

An looked at the ceiling of his room. "It's true, but it's just on paper" he said with emphasis.

The speech made Zahra like falling from the top of a multi-storey building. sick?, of course sick. let alone that said blatantly by An.

Zahra was only able to pronounce the Asma of God.she had nothing that made her husband fall in love with her, but she had a God that was All-Turning.

He was sure that one day An, who had no sense in himself, would turn to love himself by the will of God.

The atmosphere of the room became quiet for a while. Zahra was silent and could only look at her husband from a distance.

A household that is always harmonious and always filled with laughter is a household that he craves.

But, in reality, the household he is currently living is not in accordance with what he expects.

For man may plan, but God determines the true plan.

Zahra believes in God's destiny. Believing in destiny does not mean that we are only holding hands waiting for God's destiny just like that.

In addition to surrendering to Allah, Zahra also tried to melt the heart of her husband and the rest Zahra returned to Allah.

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