I Was the Second
Fifteen

Zia went upstairs, from the stairs connected to the room, next to which was Maryam's room, which was decorated in such a way as a pleasant little girl's room.

"My God, the beauty of this room," said Zia look at the contents of Maryam's room, sorong bed, study table, cupboard, and racks of purple pink toys, cute dolls neatly arranged on the bed.

"Maryam must be happy" he said again.

Then Zia went to the front room, Zia also felt amazed by the gray-white room, she tried to sit on the king-size mattress.

"Allah is soft" he said. Then he went into the bathroom, there was a bathtub, shower, and closet all white, there was also a double sink with a large mirror, he imagined he could wash his face and brush his teeth with his husband.

"Eh.what the hell is Zia," he murmured while smiling to himself.

Next he went to the dressing room, where the big cabinets with glass doors looked beautiful, the dressing table with luxurious Velvet chairs.

He then opened the suitcase Rayhan placed next to the bottom of the dresser. Slowly tidying up and arranging his clothes as well as Rayhan's clothes in the glass cabinet.

Then she crouched down and cried, crying out. He remembered his life with Maryam which he felt was quite heavy. In the past who only held gasoline money, can now hold two debit cards with no small contents, used to live in a three-floor rented, can now live in a magnificent house. It used to only be able to use a hollow plastic cabinet, now the clothes are neatly arranged in a large glass cabinet. Once only able to pedal a bicycle, now he can ride a motorcycle as well as a good car.

"Zee...Zi.." call Rayhan. He just went into the dressing room, just wrapped his lower body with a towel, apparently he just took a shower.

Rayhan saw Zia crying, and immediately approached her.

"You why Zi?" asked Rayhan who was crouching.

"Sorry Mas" said Zia who immediately wiped her tears.

"You cry? Wh why? You're not comfortable with me?" rayhan asked who was embracing Zia's shoulder.

"Not Mas, it's not that, it's happy tears, do you know my difficulties before? And now Mas Rayhan give me something like this, I never imagined I could get a house, a car, money to shop" Zia said.

"Yes, I understand, now you stay grateful, with the best possible care for what you now have," said Rayhan. Zia nodded.

"New bath? Shower where? I went to Mas Rayhan's bathroom, didn't exist" Zia asked.

"Baking in the bathroom outside, it's in front of Maryam's room, all you try the water faucet and the heater as well, it's okay all Alhamdulillah, now ask for help prepare my clothes for prayer, you take a shower, I wait for Sunnah first,"

"Okay Mas" said Zia then immediately prepare a change of clothes for Rayhan as her first duty since becoming Rayhan's wife. Rahyan stood up and leaned against the door waiting for Zia to prepare her clothes.

"It's Mas" said Zia. And Rayhan immediately received a set of change of clothes for him.

"Jazaakillaahu khayran Zi, you take a bath yes, I wait, we pray together" said Rayhan.

"Well Mas," immediately, Zia ran to the bathroom, closed the door, and leaned behind the door, groggy, moreover, seeing Rayhan only wearing a towel on the lower part of his body.

"His body was very heavy, his stomach was torn bread, oh ma shaa Allah, what dream did I get such a handsome and handsome husband, ma shea Allah, until trembling," muttered Zia saw her hands shaking on their own so nervously.

And Zia immediately took a shower under the shower of warm water.

After taking a bath he covered his body with a bathrobe, opened the door a little, peeked, and apparently Rayhan was sitting reading the Qur'an behind him, Rayhan's hump did not see, he immediately came out running into the dressing room.

Rayhan looked back, he had not yet seen Zia because it coincided with Zia closing the locker room door.

"What clothes I wear." murmured Zia. Look at the contents of his closet.

"Yes I wear a negligee" he said when holding the usual negligee he used to wear when sleeping first.

"What is this shirt? Why is there so much lingerie hanging here?" Zia wondered to herself because she did not feel like she had those clothes.

"Ah this is just, it does not look too sexy," said Zia after finding a mere black foot sleep dress made of satin with a kimono so it looks elegant. Zia used mukena because they would pray Sunnah.

Zia came out of the locker room already wearing a white silk mukena bone as bright as Rayhan. He held a prayer rug behind Rayhan. Then they pray sunnah.

After the prayer, Zia kissed Rayhan's hand, and Rayhan kissed Zia's head. Of course they were both very nervous.

"You finish the alphabet, yes, I go down first check the door and get a drink" said Rayhan. Zia just nodded.

In accordance with her husband's orders, Zia folded the prayer mat and saved it back to the dressing room, she also took off her face. Comb her waist-length hair, and wear lotion and perfume on her body. He was only prepared if Rayhan wanted him tonight, but he didn't expect much tonight to be together, afraid Rayhan would still be reluctant to be with him, and asked them to slowly approach him.

Rayhan returned to the room with a pot of water and a glass to drink, so as not to go up and down if thirsty. He did not see Zia, but the locker room door was closed, Rayhan understood that his young wife was still in there.

Zia comes out of the dressing room, she sees Rayhan sitting on the sofa looking at the tablet in her hand, checking her work as possible.

'Mas Rayhan said that, he didn't see me, and I had to do this, when he sat down next to him, take a drink, ' Inner Zia, take a drink, he poured water from the teapot on the glass, and took it to sit on the sofa near Rayhan, but not too close, there was still a distance.

"Mas, would you like a drink?" tanya Zia thrust a glass at Rayhan. Rayhan turned his head towards Zia, and he momentarily did not blink.

'Ma shaa Allah is beautiful Zia, only this time she opened the hijab in front of me, ah Alfina is smart to choose a wife for me, ' Inner Rayhan.

"Mas!" call Zia to disperse Rayhan's daydream.

"Huh.what?"

"Mas Ray wants a drink?" Zia repeated her question again because Rayhan looked unfocused.

"Ah yes, I drank," said Rayhan who took a glass from Zia's hand, then downed the contents to the end. But Rayhan's view still remained on Zia.

Zia who was consciously looked at by Rayhan could only look down embarrassed.

"Zi, you are beautiful, God willing," said Rayhan as he approached Zia, stroked Zia's long hair, then kissed Zia's forehead.

"Are you ready?" ask Rayhan. Zia looked at Rayhan, and nodded slowly.