Hazimah and Aqlan
The first delayed night

"This is adem yes"

The natural atmosphere behind the ndalem makes Zimah feel at home.

"Yes mbak, this is my favorite place if again in ndalem besides the room"

Zimah turned to Salsa who was sitting beside her.

"The kayak mbak will follow you deh, if in this ndalem become a favorite place." kekeh Zimah followed Salsa

"It's not just us."

"Ohya?" Salsa is nodding

"Umi likes the natural scenery, so in the past the time new usi married abi, umi asked to make this place, and this is the pondopo we sit where abi and umi if you want to relax, if you want to relax, we're usually the kids, too, and we'll hear the stories of umi and abi back then." Salsa story spirit shadowing the days that passed with beloved family.

"Your families are in great harmony" said Zimah, who was happy to hear the story of her sister-in-law.

"Alhamdulillah mbak."

The two of them again quietly enjoy a very tranquil view, the pond is decorated with fish, plants are planted around it, there are rocks on the edge of the pond.

"Mas cariin, it turns out to be here" Aqlan said suddenly

Zimah looked up at Aqlan who was standing next to her.

"So the mas again pagajar, so Salsa invited mbak Zimah here deh, all approaches." said Salsa grinned

"Aren't you paying for the book of Ndok?" search Aqlan on her sister.

Salsa fiddled her cute eyes

"Hehehe, it was a holiday mas kepengen." said Salsa scratching his head covered in hijab.

Zimah looked at her husband and sister-in-law, Zimah just found out that Salsa has a book class.

"What are you looking for Zimah?" her question was her husband who would interrogate her sister-in-law.

It worked! Aqlan looked at Zimah.

"As for where you are not in the room" said Aqlan made Salsa almost turn her eyeballs, but not so, because of fear of quality.

"Fearful of his wife missing mas." timpal Salsa then stood looking at Aqlan. "Salsa enter first yes mas, mbak" continued his step about to leave

"Thank you for your love."

Zimah smilingly looked at Salsa who turned her head nodded and walked away again.

After the departure of Salsa, the two sit close to the pool as Zimah was with Salsa.

"Why is it Salsa?" tanya Aqlan was still looking at the fish in the pond

"Sit down, while horrifying Salsa's story about abi, umi, and the others, Salsa her son exclaimed." said Zimah smilingly looking at her husband.

Aqlan returned his wife's smile.

"When you were a kid, you loved to keep fish." Aqlan said

"So that's Aqlan's goldfish?" point Zimah towards the fish in the pond

Aqlan.

"That's a recently bought fish, a goldfish is dead."

Zimah nodded.

"We want maghrib, we enter yes" asked Aqlan who had stood to stretch his hands in front of Zimah.

Zimah welcomed her husband's helping hand, stood up and matched his husband's steps side by side going inside.

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Aqlan slowly opened the door of her room, and saw her wife turning mukenah, was sitting in a chair and focused on staring at the laptop on the table in front of her.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Aqlan said as she followed the door after entering.

"Wa'alaikumussalam" Zimah looked back at her husband with a smile, and looked back at her laptop.

"If there's anything call Zimah ya mbak, or report to Risha aja."

"𝘉𝘢𝘪𝘬 𝘣𝘶." 𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘱 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭

"Sorry a lot of ngerepotin mbak" said Zimah is not good

"𝘚𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘬."

Zimah smiled, and they ended the vidio call.

"Who?" asked Aqlan who was sitting on the sofa earlier styling Zimah.

"Have you finished your lesson?"

Zimah opened her face and sat down beside Aqlan

Aqlan nodded as she stroked Zimah's head which was leaning on her shoulder.

"Will Zimah make coffee or tea?" tawar Zimah saw her husband who closed his eyes looking tired.

"May, just coffee."

Zimah nodded and walked up taking her instant hijab in the closet, and stepped out of the room after wearing her hijab.

While waiting for the water to boil, Zimah saw that the kitchen seemed quiet only there was her own.

Although Zimah never interacted with the santri here, but Zimah believes that in this kitchen there are santri-santri selected to serve with the ndalem family.

The footsteps of someone shifted Zimah's gaze that was staring around.

"Bah." said Zimah kindly, looking at her husband's grandfather who was standing not far from her.

Mbah just nodded.

"Would Zimah make you a coffee or tea?" haggard Zimah

"Tea only"

Zimah nodded and turned off the already boiling water, and took another glass for his maternal grandfather.

After the coffee and tea was ready, Zimah turned her head back to see the grandfather of her husband who was sitting on the dining table chair while reading the mushaf in his hold.

Zimah placed the tea carefully in front of the altar.

"Trank you" said Mbah without expression and then stood carrying a teacup with a mushaf in his hand,

Zimah looked up to the living room, and after her Zimah returned to the kitchen to pick up the coffee she had made for her husband.

"Old tumben?" aqlan asked looking at his wife who was back sitting next to him.

"So, make some tea."

"That's what you asked for?"

Zimah.

"The nawarin zima"

Aqlan nodded back to enjoy the coffee made by his wife, until there was little left.

"That although he was old but very diligent yes read his qur'an, Zimah often saw the altar read the qur'an during his stay here" said Zimah amazed.

Aqlan nodded putting the glass that only left the coffee powder inside, and turned to look at the wife who was also staring at her.

"After the death of the princess, Mbah lanang busy themselves with important things, such as reading the qur'an, praying, even if gathered with his children and grandchildren if there are important things." tell Aqlan "And usually also occasionally give advice to santri."

Zimah nodded looking sad to hear about the grandfather of her husband.

Both of them were silent with their respective minds, Zimah who was leaning on the chest of her husband's field with her eyes closed enjoying the elucidation on the head and a soft sweep on her cheek from Aqlan.

Aqlan slightly looked down at the face of his wife who was blindfolded, very beautiful, making Aqlan thump.

"Zimah." call Aqlan slowly still caressing his wife's face.

Zimah opened her eyes hearing her husband's call in a hoarse voice, unlike her usual.

"Yes.?" replied Zimah pulling her head from the chest of Aqlan's field.

They looked at each other, Zimah's gaze asking?, while Aqlan's gaze seemed to be holding something back.

"Can you ask for the right.?" ask Aqlan without coercion.

Zimah looked into Aqlan's eyes, Zimah knew she was negligent with this task, took her hand and nodded with a smile as sweet as possible.

"May mas, sorry Zimah is negligent with this task, because Zimah is ashamed" Zimah's great-granddaughter at the end of the word, looked at Aqlan with a blush.

Aqlan nodded in a chuckle patting the wife's head slowly which was still covered in instant hijab, looking squeezed right.

Aqlan approached to slowly open her hijab in her caress the wife's hair which was beautifully unraveled, rubbed Zimah's cheeks with a look of love, then placed one of her hands over Zimah's head.

After praying Aqlan approached his face, very close to make Zimah stiffen, kissed the wife's forehead and then on the cheeks.

Only God and those who know.

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The singles please gather😌

...{August 17, 1945...

...Independence*✊🇮🇩**}...