Immaculacy
Second day

The sound of chicken kokokan sounds earthy, birds chirping began to sound melodious. The woman with complete dignity is still above her alphabet. Not praying, but sleeping.

The man who had been about fifteen minutes waiting for him woke up and approached him.

"Just call him bang, he'll wake up." Dzaki recalled his conversation with Nando

Dzaki shifted his position, sitting slightly away from his sleeping wife.

"Mila ... Mila" call her

The woman was sitting, her eyes looking around.

"Yes Allah .. I overslept" she said, still unaware of her husband's whereabouts

"Kok can ya deck, sleep does not move seems like a sound motion, but so the name is called continue to wake up!, magical." said Dzaki smiled

"Eh..mas has come home from the mosque!, has it been a while, mas?"

"Mas has finished reading the Qur'an one juz!"

"sad..."

Mila looked at the wall clock, the time showed 06.30 am.

"Oh Allah, it's half seven. What breakfast do you want?, what is the usual drink, if early in the morning gini, tea or coffee?" said Mila panicked, while cleaning the prayer mat and the mucena that is still used. This is her first day of service to her husband.

"Hey.kok panic that, mas not hungry yet!, mas want fried rice, as you ate at that time!"

"Fried rice, that time?"

"Yes, show time swung Annisa. Kan, mas eat fried rice breakfast in the morning. Fried rice is delicious mas like, at that time the cook of a woman who is still in school Aliyah is not wrong, the person is very sweet, polite, obedient to parents. People said he was smart" said Dzaki glanced at his wife who listened to his chatter with a frown

"Swinging Annisa? Schoolboy?, fried rice?, that time is not the one who cooked me." muttered Mila

"From then on, my parents always told me about the girl, especially ummi. Ummi loved her. So I try to like it too." continued Dzaki

"Try Mas?" mila said pouting

"As just try with Mila?" mila's eyes are glazed

"If you try it, if it does not fit, it is replaced by what it means!" say Mila again

The man who saw him immediately panicked,

"E.eh, I'm kidding deck!" Dzaki pulled Mila's hand and hugged her

"Becanda, sweet cook gini want to be replaced, yes not!, most just added again!" answer Dzaki laugh

Mila who was still in the arms cried while laughing.

"Ana uhibbuka fillah dear." Dzaki kissed his wife's lips

"Here sit, Mas ask for half an hour, seven o'clock we will just go out the room.Mas also want to take a bath" said Dzaki invites Mila to sit at the end of the mattress

"This is for adek!" Dzaki gives a silver box with a ribbon on it.

"What is this mas? Which guest to take, haha...Mila open it up, ma'am." Mila laughed, trying to balance her husband's sense of humor

"Yes, it was in the street, so I took it, the box is good, hahaha." replied Dzaki while laughing as well

"Son, this is from ummi" said Dzaki seriously

"Tomorrow the ghost, this is the clothes that adek wear later. We don't have to wear a lot of clothes on deck, tired. We'll just wear one shirt. Ummi said, special clothes for her daughter" said Dzaki explained

"Oh.., tired of changing clothes." Mila held her head, feeling like she did not want to use the edit again.

Although just a shirt, but Mila looks very happy, especially that from Ummi Ana, her mother-in-law.

"Mas..., What kind of Mila lecture?, were we LDRs?"

"Mila has been waiting for almost 7 years, cook already SAH, must separate again!" dzaki said seriously. His hands hugged his wife, as if afraid she would leave him.

"Later to take care of it, anyway Two days after staying in Medan, we leave for Malang. Mas also have to work, not good with others if the holidays continue."

"Seven years, ma'am?" remembering while counting how many years he kept the sense

"Hm.if the lecture, you are already a scholar, fortunately you are patient people are patient" said Dzaki praising himself

Dzaki's hand raised his wife's chin which from earlier kept his head down, their eyes met each other. Heart failure is like finishing a marathon. There is hardly any distance between them.

Pefk.kriuk.

Dzaki's shrunken worm voice turns his face both red, the man shames, the woman laughs.

"Fried rice is coming soon...." Mila put on her hijab, walking leaving Dzaki alone.

"Basstomach, wait a minute cake .. last night was filled, failed maning.." Dzaki grabbed the towel behind the door, with a giant step towards the bathroom.

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Assalamu'alaikum.

"Baarokallahu laka, wabaroka 'alaika wajama'a bainakuma fii khoir." he whispered in the woman's ear

"Sorry ukhti kemaren can not come, Zizi is not feeling well, oh.ya,dek?" ask Amira

"This is her husband, forgot who came here!" Hasan approached

"Joking abi!, Abi is not exciting ah ..." said Amira pouting

Mila knew what Amira meant by Dzaki, a misunderstanding at that time made Mila still feel ashamed to meet Amira.

Hasan and Amira come to pick up the Arpin family, because tomorrow the ghost event in Medan.

"Is everything deck ready?" ask Dzaki

"God willing, if you miss it can be flicked here" said Mila favored her sweetest smile

"There are, indeed your husband is a sultan, can take a plane whenever he wants.., this masmu is just a dear lecturer, must first mourn for the cost of returning home!" dzaki replied like serious

"Mila be kidding, my mom!" mila felt guilty

This is Mila's last day in her room, at her house. After the reception in Medan they will immediately leave for East Java.

This is not the end of it all, but a fresh start for the newlyweds.

"Marriage is like seeing a leaf fall in the fall: it is always changing and getting more beautiful every day.”

Happy or not in the future, depending on what man grateful for all His gifts.