Dusk Above the Horizon
Heart, are you still there?

I chant a prayer

Where each word begins I mention your name in her,

There's not much I expected in her, though,

may your hair be bleached and eyes closed,

There's only us without him in our love story,

There are those soul owners with tiny fingers who will perfect our worship,

The first will remain eternal,

but the last one accompanied me to the end.

Dusk and Horizon.

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The sound of Cakra filled the entire room dominating the white color, so beautiful and warm, making the ears of anyone who heard felt so cool made it.

Smooth vibe penetrates Sukma, making their marriage perfect, a little more up to 💯 % perfect wading through the beauty of the household.

As soon as the greeting is said from Cakra, Dusk also calls his perfect greeting, after which silence is created where each heart chants and prays a prayer in each heart without sound.

Long enough to let time pass, silence ensued within the dominating white-colored room, until at last after Cakra had finished everything and said amen, scooping both his hands into his handsome face, dusk moved closer to Cakra then grabbed my palm Sturdy, lived it and let his nose and lips stick to the back of Cakra's hand.

slowly one of the men's hands touched the head of twilight, stroking it so gently and until finally a prayer was climbed from behind the man's lips.

وَالَّذِيْنَ يَقُوْلُوْنَ رَبَّنَا هَبْ لَنَا مِنْ اَزْوَاجِنَا وَذُرِّيّٰتِنَا قُرَّةَ اَعْيُنٍ وَّاجْعَلْنَا لِلْمُتَّقِيْنَ اِمَامًا

Meaning : And those who say, “Yes our Lord, grant us our spouse and our offspring as a benefactor (we), and make us a leader for the pious.” (QS. Al - Furqan Verse 74).

A beautiful smile floats from behind the face of Dusk, happy, because there is no happiness that a wife has unless her husband is able to imitate her in many ways, especially worship.

"I'll make breakfast"

Dusk opened his face quickly, so excited, folding prayer mats and intending to move from there.

"Can't we go out for breakfast?"

Suddenly Cakra offers.

"Aah?"

The girl immediately stopped her movements, placed her face and prayer mats slowly onto the mattress, turning her body quickly.

"Don't want to be made?"

"Yes, Fatima, to the woman who sweats when pounding flour for her husband and children, Allah will make for her seven veils that keep her from hell. Yes, Fatima, to the woman who makes bread for her husband and children, God establishes goodness for her from every grain of wheat and God melts her ugliness and elevates her degree.” (HR Ibn Hibban of Abu Hurayrah).

Seeing his wife's expression, Cakra moved closer, gently touching the face of Dusk, making the girl lower her head slightly, embarrassed.

"The time is quite squeezed, I do not want your body too tired due to excessive activity, we can eat out today, go straight to the clothes fittings and then go to the Family Members to convey our happy news"

Ah her voice is so soft, giving understanding not as a form of rejection, fearing Dusk is too tired because it has said her legs are tired plus the bonus shoulder massage earlier that makes her restless.

"I'm afraid you're sick on the day of the show"

Add more chakras.

"God does not"

Answer Dusk slowly.

"Do it after the ghostly event, you have plenty of free time to serve me"

One sweet code slid, declaring himself if he was ready to accept anything that Dusk offered for him.

Dusk was silent, nodding his head, then I don't know for a moment the silence occurred, there was no more conversation, the palm of Cakra still touched the cheek of Dusk, still enjoying the beautiful scenery in the face of the girl in front of him.

Again agitation hit him, too nervous to think he should get out of the way immediately, but Dusk Slowly touched Cakra's palm, then said.

"Give me a prayer, like the Prophet's prayer for his wife Aisha"

The sentence glided beautifully, inwardly trying to open a gap, eroding the distance between them.

Cakra widened her smile, a simple request many wives dreamed of.

"O Allah forgive my sins ‘My wife (Monday), both past and recent, and both those he has done secretly and those he has done openly.”

Said Cakra while staring in his wife's eyeballs, that's the prayer that the Prophet said to Aisyah.

"Ohhh sounds so beautiful"

Dusk stamped his smile, stepped forward, grabbed Cakra's waist and drowned himself in the man's arms.

And Cakra momentarily froze, he died a flea.

A heart? still secure you there? looks like I'm not okay.

Inner Cakra.

(Ahayyyyy 🤪😜).

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