Immaculacy
Felt Weird

The chairs were neatly arranged, just waiting for the driver to pick him up tomorrow morning.

Tired faces have laid themselves, some in the guest room, some even in the kitchen. The important thing is that the eyes can be closed and tired of it is gone. Because of the many close families who stay there, all the rooms are transformed into beds. That's how nice it is to hold a reception at home, which remains comfortable is the newlyweds.

A couple of halal lovers are performing sunnah prayers two rakaat, according to the sunnah taught in Islam.

"If your wife comes to you, then order her to pray two rakaats behind you" (Hadith narration of Abu Bakr ibn Abi shaybah).

After she finished praying, Mila kissed her husband's hand with great respect. This is the second time Mila has held her husband's hand. Dzaki smiled at him, then held his sweet wife's crown.

If one of you marries a woman or buys a slave then hold his crown and read ‘basmalah’ and pray with a prayer of blessing while saying: “Yes Allah, then read <TAG1>, I asked for his kindness and the kindness of the character he brought. And I took refuge from his ugliness and the ugliness of the habits that he brought“. (CHR. Bukhari).

Dzaki landed his thin lips on the forehead of the woman who had been in his heart all this time. Do not forget he is always grateful because his God has launched all his dreams.

Their eyes meet each other. There is a sense of awkwardness in both. Dzaki's eyes caught a red shadow on his wife's eyes.

"Sleep, sister looks very tired" Dzaki saw their bed that can only sleep with one person, because it was filled with gifts everywhere.

What kind of guest comes with these gifts! or maybe a county! he said in his heart, feeling strange to see the number of parcels from invited guests.

"But, bang..." Mila turned her face away, desperate to see the pile of gifts lying randomly on her bed.

"Will sleep outside or here!" Dzaki pointed at the floor. He knew his wife felt bad letting him sleep outside, let alone on the floor.

"Mila. call brother mas only" said Dzaki approaching Mila who was folding prayer mats. His hands were wrapped around his wife's slender waist.

Mila felt like she had a heart attack, and was slightly electrocuted.

"Why should I, bang? uh.mas." asked Mila shyly

"Mas likes it.., if my brother tastes like Mila calling to Zain, Mas want different!"

"OK.., Mas" Smile on Mila's lips, but if you call mas I remember my subscription meatballs hihi.

The original Mila subscription meatballs from Malang, so Mila called him Mas

"Yes already, sleep gih!" Dzaki took off his embrace, leading Mila who continued to blush into bed.

"But mas.." as Mila's wife felt bad, not only for her husband, but for his family. What do people say will see Dzaki sleeping outside.

Dzaki seemed to understand the heart of Mila

"Mas is still not sleepy, go to sleep first your eyes are very red, your sweet face is also tired, we sleep together for life loh deck.., not just tonight! I don't want zhalim."

"Good night my wife" Dzaki kissed Mila's forehead which kept blushing.

The man left his wife. Dzaki sits down for coffee with Zain and Arpin, who are still sleeping in the room.

"It's 10 o'clock at night, not tired Ki? rest." said Arpin

"The new bride hasn't slept yet" Zain added

"Now Dad, Dzaki still wants to be here, take advantage of the time, when else can the same story father. We are here to stay tomorrow, the day after tomorrow already have to go to Medan, after all Dzaki deliberately came out so that Mila sleep first, his eyes were red Well.., his face looked tired times!,(face\=face)."

"Please take good care of Mila, she is indeed easily tired! rather weak physical it is actually, understand you.said the child born prematurely it is so, his endurance is weak. Easy tired, as sick as it is!, so he used to think he maen-maen with his friend, maen ball like my boy let. I mean train him to be physically strong, uh.m even be like the man of my drill" Arpin laughs a little considering his daughter's childhood.

The night is getting late, the cold night wind makes the eyes more sleepy. Sometimes Arpin yawns, while Zain has gone inside. Dzaki feels sorry, maybe you're reluctant to leave me alone! her mind.

"Bbrrrr..cold yeah Well, we're just in!" take Dzaki politely followed by Arpin stand carrying his coffee cup.

"Let Dzaki take it." Dzaki took a tray containing several cups of coffee, brought it to the kitchen.

Everyone is asleep. The living room is almost full of Arpin brothers from the village, slapping the term sleeping crowded in a wide room, without a mattress, just covered with mats or carpets and makeshift pillows.

Dzaki opened the door of the room, walked quietly, afraid his wife disturbed his sleep. His eyes looked at the bed that was now neat, clean without the pile of gifts that had been mountainous.

Everything is neatly divided into several piles. The large box is under the bottom, which is above the closet while the rest is out of nowhere.

"Why earlier I did not take the initiative to arrange these gifts together" said Dzaki cursed himself.Pasti Mila is very capable of doing it herself.

He saw the face of his wife who was not wearing her hijab.

"The sweetness of my wife" she said in her heart, holding the hand of Mila who slept on her right side, they faced each other.

Dzakipun fell asleep holding his wife's hand.

That night was the second night for Dzaki to sleep in the house of the Arpin family, when he first slept there he could only sleep in the guest room with Zain and Nando.

The murottal sound of the Qur'an awakens Dzaki, whose position has fallen slightly from the bed. He woke up like a dazed man, where am I! he said he was sitting looking at the large-diameter glass in front of him.

astaghfirullah.his smile expands, looking back, Mila is next to him. Mila was still asleep in the same position as when Dzaki entered the room last night.

Dzaki who is tough all his life while sleeping, felt there was an awkwardness that happened to his wife. No.no, he thought. He held his wife's hand, checked her pulse, pointed her finger at his wife's nose. Alhamdulillah.

Slowly the man opened the door, exited the room. It just so happened that Nando passed by with a towel,

"Ndo.chere"

"Why bang?" ask Nando who's taking a shower

"From last night, your brother didn't move! His sleep.." not finished yet Dzaki asked Nando directly cut off the question.

"Sleep that way, no movements from the first sleep until now, continue to sound nothing too?" nando said casually

"Silver is so bang, his sleep is like dead, not moving. Call her name immediately nyahut!" nando's words passed leaving Dzaki looking astonished.

"What's up, son?" tanya Mai approached after Nando went to the bathroom

"Hehe.., Dzaki was scared, Mom. Mila really did not move his sleep, from starting to sleep until last Dzaki woke up his position that way." said Dzaki smiled considering his wife.

"Oo..indeed.." not finished Mai answered the door open room.

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"What the hell is mak, how serious it seems. What story?" Mila looked at her husband questioningly, a second later feeling unconscious shame she had not yet worn her hijab.

"There's nothing on the deck, I'm just surprised, how there are people sleeping without movement" Dzaki who saw the change of his wife's face smiled, entered the room. Mila caught up with her, quickly picking up the hijab hanging behind the door.

"Why should I be ashamed? I am already a good husband! I can see everything!"

Mila's cheeks flushed instantly, like a tomato, but not rotten.

"Mas to the mosque first!" suddenly Dzaki kissed Mila on the cheek, and ran out of the room wearing a cocoa shirt.

"Mas hasn't had a shower!" mila said

"No time dear, already want adzan, Nando is also still in the bathroom from earlier not out-going, borrow the bike yes. Dad seems to have gone to the mosque first." Dzaki snatched the key to Mila's train hanging near the door.

Mila stroked her cheek, said a word of affection. His heart dag dig dug uncorrupted, perfectly curved smile like a crescent moon in his lips.

Adhan dawn reverberated, melodious mendayu through the silence of the morning.

Ash-sholaatu khairum