Hijrah in the Way of God
Just got home

Ridho lifted Rahma's body from the prayer mat and moved it to the top of the mattress. His wife fell asleep on the prayer mat after performing the isya prayer and sunnah prayer.

"Have you come home?"

Rahma awoke when her husband had moved her. Maybe she was disturbed by her husband's movements.

Ridho simply responded with a smile. The young man changed his clothes with a black plain shirt and knee-length shorts.

"Well eat?"

The woman asked again. There was clearly worry on his face. She was waiting for her husband to come home. For some reason not to meet her husband for a moment she felt very long. She couldn't wait to see her husband's handsome face. Wanted to see that handsome face smile at him. I want to hear the gentle voice of the man. And in fact the guy just got home at this hour. Is that how busy her husband is to come home these nights?

Ridho. He hesitated to answer. "No, yet" he replied.

"Judah I take food for you" said Rahma, then she went to the kitchen to heat the food for a while and then returned to the room.

"Have you eaten yet?" asked Ridho who saw only a plate of food brought by his wife.

Rahma responds only with a headband. He hasn't eaten at all. The woman was waiting for her husband to come home.

"Why?"

Ridho scrunched his forehead. I want to know the reason for his wife.

The beautiful woman before him was just smiling. "I'll eat after my husband eats."

Ridho looked overwhelmed at the woman's words. His eyes glazed over his wife's eyes. "Sorry," he murmured. He felt guilty about going home so long that his wife did not eat.

"Let's eat! It's cold."

Rahma moved the plate to Ridho's hand. Her hands stretched out rubbing her husband's two cheeks that had been wet with tears. Why is her husband so bad? Not expecting a Ridho who had the face of sangar turned out to be crybaby as well. If only his friends knew he was crying. It might get ridicule from his friends.

"All right," Rahma replied. He did not want the crybaby in front of him to cry again because of him.

Ridho scoops food and feeds his wife and scoops food for her.

After the food ran out the man placed the plate on the nightstand. He drank water provided by his wife.

"Honey," call Ridho in a spoiled tone. Lately after marrying the man sangar so spoiled on Rahma. The man put his head on his wife's thigh.

"Yes why?"

"Smoke my head" he asked. Again with a spoiled tone.

Rahma. He rubbed the husband's head until he fell asleep. The corner of his lips was interested to see the husband had slept on his thigh. That handsome face looked innocent while asleep. He moved Ridho's head onto the pillow. Look at that handsome face. She kissed her husband and slept next to him. Hugged him tightly until he finally fell asleep.

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Ridho plays with his wife's long hair. Looking at his wife's face. He put his hands to his wife's waist. Smile when the eyes of the wife open.

"Honey already woke up praying yuk," he asked.

Rahma glanced at the clock that pointed at half-four. Rahma understood the husband must have asked her to pray tahajud. He smiled and then nodded.

A second later Ridho's lips and his lips touched.

Deg

Both hearts were racing fast. It was the first time for both. A moment of silence. Only the sound of the clock was heard.

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