For God's sake, I'm sincere
Maaf

Afif left his wife in the room. What happened to him, he felt hot because the fire of jealousy was burning his heart. Did he love Alizha? Wasn't he just forced to this whole time? Even going to divorce Alizha? No, it doesn't seem like there's going to be a divorce between the two of them.

Afif prefers to sleep in the guest room to clear his mind. Do not think he did not experience jealousy at all towards his wife, because in fact, he gradually began to fear losing his wife.

Afif argued with his mind because in his brain only fixed and shadowed the face of Alizha, his wife. The defense of his heart now seemed to have been collapsed by Alizha's love.

'Why should I be jealous?'

'I should've taken it easy if Alizha already had another guy, so I'd have it easier to divorce her.'

'But why did I lose Alizha now?' inner Afif.

In the other room, Alizha was worried about her actions earlier. She felt guilty, however, it was also Alizha's fault for not having prior permission to her husband. Her mind had started to feel anxious, she was also afraid of losing her husband.

It makes Alizha go to Afif's room and bang on his door because he really wants to apologize.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

Tap Alizha slowly.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas Afif?"

"Can Alizha come in?"

"I'm sorry Alizha, Alizha is wrong" Alizha said from outside the room, her voice already looking raucous. I think he just wanted to cry. But she had to hold it for a while to explain and apologize to her husband.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

The second time there was no answer.

"Is Mas Afif asleep?" alizha says her own monologue. Then he rushed back to his room again, but his steps came to a halt as the sound of the door opening.

Soon Alizha turned her body around. How nice it was to see her husband Afif standing in the doorway. She quickly hugged her husband tightly. She was crying in her husband's arms.

"Sorry" said Alizha amid her cries.

"I-I'm sorry I was wrong."

"Mas may punish Alizha whatever origin Mas do not go from Alizha. As long as Alizha kayak is not allowed, Alizha will not be able to."

"I'm sorry Mas" said Alizha who was still sobbing in her arms.

"It's silent, I forgive you" Afif said, stroking Alizha's head gently.

"Pardon me?" alizha asked as she looked up at her husband's face.

"Yes, but never repeat. I don't like it."

In Alizha's heart breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God Afif forgave Alizha.

"God willing, Alizha will not repeat this mistake again" said Alizha smiling and her cries now began to subside.

"And if you're going anywhere, you should ask me for permission first. You have become my wife, and you should also obey your husband" said Afif, holding Alizha's shoulders to face him. "understand?" afif continued while pulling Alizha's chin to get close to her face with a smile and then slowly Afif's lips landed on Alizha's forehead.

"That pleases the husband when he looks at him, obeys the husband when he commands him, and does not dissociate the husband from himself and his property with something that arouses the husband's hatred." (HR. an-Nasa'i, declared shahih by al-Albani)

Whose heart thumped when her husband treated her like that? How gentle Afif's treatment this time to Alizha.

"Alizha will explain everything so that Mas Afif does not misunderstand Alizha" said Alizha.

"No need, I believe you."

"Thank you for forgiving and believing Alizha" Alizha replied.

"Yes," said Afif and immediately pulled Alizha's body into his arms back. Alizha just smiled and blushed shyly in her husband's field chest.

'Oh God, is this my husband? The husband I miss?' inner Alizha.

"I'm hungry" said Afif whining and starting to let go of his arms.

Alizha gave a small laugh when she heard her husband whining like a baby. "Wanna eat?"

Dengat quickly Afif immediately nodded his assent. "There's still food tonight?"

"Still there, let Alizha warm up first" replied Alizha and they went to the kitchen together.

"Mas, wait a minute. The food let me warm up first."

"Yes," Afif replied with a smile while sitting on the dining table chair.

"It smells good. I can't wait to eat," said Afif.

"Be patient soon."

"Yes dear."

Deg. Alizha's heart was racing again, her cheeks had started to heat up and it seemed to have turned red.

"It's over, good-bye," said Alizha, serving her meal on her husband's plate.

"Thank you" Afif replied with a smile. This made Alizha fall in love with her husband. How happy it is to fall in love in a bond that is already lawful.

"Yes, let's eat Mas" said Alizha with her chin up on the dining table as she watched her husband eat.

"You don't want to eat either? Want me a bribe? Aaaa," said Afif in the middle of his meal while feeding a spoonful of rice in Alizha's mouth.

"Again?" afif.

"Here you go, I eat."

After waiting for Afif to eat, Alizha tidied up her food and cleaned up the dirty dishes.

Suddenly the phone in Alizha's pocket rang, and when seen already emblazoned the name of Mother Namira on the screen of her phone. Soon he answered his phone.

"*Hallo, assalamu'alaikum Mother."

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahiwabarakatuh."

"What's the Mother?"

"Alhamdulillah well, just that there was a problem a little misunderstanding. Alizha has also missed Mother very much, how about Mother? Daddy's? And Bang Adib?"

"Thank God everything is good, son, when do you want to play at Mother's house?"

"God willing, if Alizha has free time, Alizha must play to Mother's house with Mas Afif."

"Yes, Mother wait a minute. Uh oh yes, you were able to talk if you did not hear wrong, you had a problem with your husband?"

"Em yes Mother. Just misunderstanding."

"You can tell the same story Mother, who knows Mother can help and find a solution for you."

"Yes Mother thank you. It was also Alizha's mistake not permission first with Mas Afif if Alizha is with Mas Vino."

"Remember son, you already have a husband. So everything is okay should be permission first same husband. It has become human nature that the husband always wants and is happy when his wife obeys him, indulges in his pleasure, and fulfills his will. That's how the husband will get the calmness and happiness that is the purpose of his marriage." explained Mother attentively explained it.

"There are many mothers for the explanation. Alizha dear Mother."

"Mother also loves Alizha. Yes, yes, Mother hang up the phone. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam" Alizha said, turning off her phone*.

Suddenly Afif came and directly hugged Alizha daei's body behind. Suddenly Alizha was surprised and again her cheeks heated up.

"Who?" said Afif who still hugged Alizha waist while his chin rested on his wife's shoulder.

"Delay the phone, he said. If there's time we play at Mother's house huh."

"Yes dear. I'm sleepy, are we sleeping?"

"Yes Mas" said Alizha. Then they both went to their bedrooms.

They were both lying on a light blue bed. They slept facing each other even Afif's hands were coiled around Alizha's waist. How beautiful the scenery before Alizha's eyes, the face of her husband who loved so much finally returned in her arms.

Afif brought his face closer to Alizha to make his wife's cheeks red. While Afif only enjoyed Alizha's blushing face with a smile. And Alizha was silent and unable to move in the arms of Afif.

'Oh Allah, what a handsome husband this servant is, ' inwardly Alizha.

'Beautiful,' Inner Afif.

"Your cheeks are red" said Afif.

"What the hell Mas," said Alizha embarrassed.

"You're beautiful" said Afif as he stroked Alizha's nose.

"Just know? Beautiful has always been hehe" said Alizha.

"Yay, yes" replied Afif.

"Emang yes" said Alizha.

"I slept first. Good night my wife" said Afif, kissing Alizha's forehead and falling asleep.

Afif had fallen asleep, while Alizha tried to close her eyes. In her view she was still fixed on her handsome husband's face. He is still grounded in the beauty that is presented before his eyes. Her heart was still beating so fast that she was afraid that her husband would find out. How shameful it would be if it happened to Alizha.

Finally Alizha can fall asleep with her body still clutched in her husband's arms.

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At 3 am, Alizha woke up as usual to perform tahajud prayers. Not to forget she also woke her husband to participate in tahajud prayers with him.

"Mas" said Alizha very gently while stroking the top of Afif's head which was still sleeping soundly.

"Mas, pray tahajud yuk."

"Emm" said Afif who was collecting his life.

"Wudhu will be sleepy and will disappear. Alizha was wudhu first."

"Yes," Afif replied as he stood towards the bathroom that happened to be inside the room.

While waiting for her husband to take ablution, Alizha prepared prayer supplies for him and Afif.

"Imami mas, you are the makmumnya yes dear," said Afif so gently with a smile.

"Yes Mas" replied Alizha smiling as well.

'Oh Allah, this is how it feels to pray in the third night with the husband, 'the inner Alizha is happy.

Afif also started his prayer, while Alizha followed him as a teacher behind him. Both of them looked solemn' to pray in one third of the night. Only lucky people can perform tahajud prayers like this. Begging and facing God in the third night. What favors the Lord bestowed on Alizha and her husband this time can carry them out.

"And some nights worship you as an additional worship unto you; may your Lord lift you up to a place of praise." (QS. Al Israa': 79)

"Assalamu'alaikum Warahmatullah" said Afif salam.

"Assalamu'alaikum Warahmatullah," follow Alizha.

Then Afif raised his hands and began to pray, and Alizha guaranteed the prayer her husband had said.

Finished praying Afif turned his body towards his wife. Alizha approached Afif and kissed the back of her husband's hand. When he was about to release his hand kiss, Afif immediately kissed Alizha's forehead gently and for quite a long time. It can make Alizha's heart beat fast.

"Read the Qur'an the same. All while waiting for the shubuh adhan to roar," said Afif while taking the Qur'an on the nightstand near the bed.

"Yes," replied Alizha.

Afif and Alizha also recite the holy verses of the Qur'an. Alizha is very happy to be able to teach with her husband for the first time. She is very grateful to have a husband like Afif, although sometimes the attitude and nature of Afif often change. But at least this time Afif can be nice to Alizha.