God's Choice of Mate
The Heart of Rayyan

Rayyan Pont of View

At dawn, two loving people are still curled up under the same blanket. There is no distance between the two. Their skin met each other over the cold in the AC room. Both are sound in comfort after several times completing their respective passions. A long night for a couple who just realized the meaning of real love.

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I blinked my eyes, grabbed the phone that was on the bedside nightstand. My phone is equipped with an application that will sound as soon as entering the prayer time. So I'm not worried about missing the prayer time.

"It was dawn" I turned my eyes to the figure of the woman who was tightly hugging my body.

I smiled looking at the calm face of my wife who was probably very exhausted. I gently rubbed his head while landing a kiss on his forehead. Shafa was still motionless. She was so beautiful even when sleeping like this.

"It seems like he's really exhausted" I muttered, still continuing to notice his calm face.

I tried to let go of my wife's embrace slowly, so she wouldn't wake up and replace her with a roll. I got down and cleaned up in the bathroom. Until I finished my bath I saw she was still motionless, even tighter hugging her roll.

I have changed my clothes by wearing my sarong and my flagship cocoa shirt, preparing to perform dawn prayers. Suddenly I remembered something, I opened the closet in the room. I hope you don't forget to bring my order. I picked up a clear box that had been decorated with gold ribbons and decorations. I put the box on the sofa. Before I wake my bidadah.

"Darling... Get up baby" I patted her gently on the cheek and kissed her a few times.

"Emmm" he murmured still with his eyes closed. He is a little hard to wake up in the morning. Even though he woke up, he usually chose to go back to sleep.

I'd better pull the blanket that covers her body. Usually this way is very powerful to wake her up. And he'll reflexively open his eyes with a red face.

"Yyyama..." He was strangled, as my blanket pulled down. Aren't you! He was even instantly on a ferocious mode that was ready to nag.

"Ayoo, my dear banguun is already dawn" I said while maintaining the blanket he was trying to grab.

"Mas don't jail me, I'm ashamed" he said, trying to pull back the blanket to cover his innocent body.

"Who's the same? The feeling I've seen it all" My God made it even more blushing. I really like this adorable expression. The other side of him always makes me want to touch him.

"Well, I want to take a shower" he said, still bowing his face with a sullen expression.

While waiting for her to take a shower, I opened the messages that had not been read since last night. Many congratulations and prayers were sent by my friends, both in Cairo and in Indonesia. I replied to one of my best friend's messages in Cairo, his name was Hamzah. He is one of the Indonesian foundation managers who are there. Almost all Indonesian students who study in Cairo know this figure of Hamzah.

Hamzah : Assalamualaikum Ust. Zidane, Barakallahu lakuma wa baroka alaikuma wa jama'a baina kuma fii khair. May the marriage last and soon be given the gift of children who are sholih and sholehah. Thank God he finally met his soul mate too. I thought it would be difficult to move on because of the marriage stay with Hana. Greetings to the wife may Sakinah, Mawaddah, Warohmah. Amens.

The sound of Hamzah's message was quite tickling. How could I not move on from the woman I had assessed while my wife had everything even though I had to be more patient in teaching her the science of Religion. The woman who Hamzah means is named Hana, she is an Indonesian student who is quite smart and independent. He successfully studied in Cairo because of the scholarship he received. In addition, she is a hardworking woman, who meets her needs by selling various kinds of Indonesian food that is quite favored by students from Indonesia and from outside Indonesia. The cuisine was very good, able to treat my longing for mother's cooking at that time.

It was his independence that stole my attention a little. I heard that he came from a fairly well-mannered family, but his appearance and appearance were very simple. I always ordered her food at the time, making our relationship quite close. Hamzah quite understands that I am interested in Hana, but somehow I do not have the determination to express it. I wanted to talk to him straight away after finishing my final assignment, but God said something else. He was first pinned down by someone else. As a Muslim, his law forbids asking on the proposal of his brother. Until I decided to forget. Although difficult, I always pray to be met with another Hana in Indonesia.

Instead of being met by another figure who resembled Hannah, God gave me a Shafa. A woman who now fills the deepest recesses of my heart. Shafa Azura, my beautiful, unique and antique wife. He's the one who always gives me surprises beyond my predictions.

Shafa, who was born into a wealthy family that I thought could only make a fortune, actually has a social spirit and a very sincere heart. I gasped when I found out he was always donating to Palestine in no small amount. I am always a guest or resource person in discussions about the conflict in Palestine is still far from the donation given by my wife.

The second surprise is, she who I know always in and out of the salon to care for herself with a budget that is not small, it turns out to have gastronomy like women in general. I think her beautiful hand that can only hold a make up brush turned out to be also an expert holding a kitchen knife. Shafa's cooking is delicious and fits on my tongue. Thanks to him, I who had not liked sweet foods, became fond, especially strawberry pudding made.

The third surprise that makes me love him more and do not want to let go even for a second is, he who always looks open, hang out with the opposite sex without any restrictions, in fact able to keep himself and his honor. I was hesitant, especially when he asked me if I would still accept him, if he were no longer holy. It made me believe I wasn't the first to touch her.

I tried to stretch my heart to receive it, to try sincerely for what God has given me. But again my guess darted, when I heard her screams and pranks on the night I took her honor, making me believe that I was the first person to touch her. It was reinforced with red stains left on the bed linen we used.

Since that night I did not feel willing if I had to be far from him, let alone see him together with other men like Mr. Rudi. Don't tell me I'm a possessive husband now, because I always feel hot if someone else is staring at him let alone close to him. And it should be like that, right? I must protect my wife from sins she may not have realized.

My concerns have grown, having seen the figure who last night donated songs to our reception. I saw a change in Shafa's countenance when the song was sung. Something must have happened between them. And, ah I just remembered that guy called her FARA. A call I heard for the first time. Could she be someone from my wife's past?

I don't know what other surprises I'll get from him. She is the best woman God has sent to complete my life. My aunt, my ribs. May he be a field of reward for me.

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