Immaculacy
Old Bride

The sound of falling objects colliding emitted a noisy sound. Powder, some multi-colored lipstick, combs, pens, agendas piled up on the hotel carpet. Wake up anyone who falls asleep in that room.

"Search what the hell, yank?" Dzaki rubbed his eyes. Mila is still concentrating on finding something in her bag, and now the search has penetrated into her husband's sling bag.

"Adek, find what?" dzaki walked into the closet. Opened the drawer of the closet, and took the goods that might uh. is not possible, which must be sought after by his wife when she woke up early.

"Geek, look for this!" Dzaki shows a flat object wrapped in blue plastic.

"Could it be with you, Mom?" Mila stopped the search.

"Forget this, don't keep weighing on your mind. Perhaps according to God, we are not yet able, God will be able to die at the right time." Dzaki reinserted several pregnancy tests he had accidentally seen in his wife's bag yesterday.

"Don't take. It's orders!" said Dzaki passed leaving Mila who was about to pull the closet drawer.

It has been a regular thing for Mila for the past 6 months. She tapped a pregnancy test kit in her bag. Almost every morning he uses it.

"Later, when it's too late."

Mila remembered the words of her mama, as she asked, is it possible that mak can be two-striped!. In addition to the guilt to Dzaki and his family, because until now he has not given happy news, Mila also feels distrust in case the test tool can produce a line two.

"Dream, yank. Wagging what the hell? later kesambet loh." Dzaki dried his still wet hair.

"Well, there's a demon in Mecca, huh?"

"Don't in Mecca, the devil was in heaven."

"Oiya, Mum. Wait, don't stay adek. Mas... for a moment, just take a shower. This is our last prayer here. Wait, wait, wait!" Mila half ran into the bathroom, occasionally turning her body back, making sure Dzaki was waiting for her.

"Yes, wait. Hurry along!"

***

The dawn prayer echoed through the sky of the city of Mecca. All the morning prayers had filled almost the entire white-floored field. The voice of mosque imam Abdurrahman as-Sudais sounded loud and melodious, seemed to listen to the recording of his mp3 murottal. But this is the original source of his voice directly.

Mila POV

I've been here five days. The cold floor of the mosque, the crowds of people from all over the country who both worship here, makes me not want to go home. If I could stay, I would stay here. I'll visit here five full time. Insha'allah.

As usual, Dzaki held my hand while tawaf. Don't stay away from me he said. Not just for tawaf. Anywhere whenever mas Dzaki is always so. Sometimes what has always been done is not sweet anymore. Abaghfirullah.

It's my last day here. Mas Dzaki hasn't picked me up yet, after the dawn prayer, he always told me to wait for him here, but why so long. I'd better wait. If I go later to bother with his business. There will be searching rituals for hours. The area of the Grand Mosque is very large.

I saw Dzaki from a distance. While running a little, do not forget to bring his best smile. The twin dimple on his right left cheek, adds to his beautiful almighty sculpture.

"Thank God, you gave me a handsome husband and as much as he could. If I may despair, I never thought I'd have a husband as handsome as him."

Fixing a descent for me. But aggravate the descent for him.

Everything was arranged by God, even long before we were born. Which other favor of God do I want to deny.

"Da'na nadzhabu ilal manzili" he reached out.

I took his hand. I actually don't understand what he means. Since I came here I have been amazed by my husband. The Arabic language is like flowing water, unhindered. Obviously, eight years of living in the dimesir plus six years of pesantren. I was the only one semester. This is an opportunity for me. Symbiosis mutualism, mutual benefit. When else could I learn Arabic for free, same Arabic lecturer. But what profit did he get from me.

I turned my face to the Qibla, and I saw a black-clad building built by the prophets Abraham and Ishmael. Allahu Akbar, Allahu akbar. And give us the confidence to be parents. Aamyn

Bruukks

I bumped into.

"Why look back?" ask her to me

"Hm.. don't want to go home, Mas!" answer me

The more he clasped my hand.

"God willing, we'll come back here" he said, as if giving me a promise.

I could only return her smile, and say aamiin. If only this place is close, it can be reached by car and up to only one day and one night. I'll give her my little finger so she remembers her promise to bring me here. But not with this, the costs incurred are not small, even arguably very draining of savings.

All with God's permission. If God wills, something impossible can be possible.

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Dzaki Pov's

I haven't seen my friend Amir in a long time. My upperclassman was in college. But we're a dorm. Now he has become a big peckgu in Malaysia, not wander. Amir is a Malaysian citizen. After the dawn prayer we talked, let go of longing, shared stories.

I almost forgot my wife. I looked around, and my eyes stopped at one point. That sweet face always gives positive energy every morning. With half a run I approached him, if in front of him I could not help but smile.

I feel the way is getting slower, if only our hands were not holding maybe he was already far behind. I stopped my steps and turned around.

Bruo

He hit me, he was thinking something. He must have felt at home for a long time here. Who does not like to pray in this place, the reward is 100,000 times more than the prayer in other mosques.

"Salat in my mosque (Nabawi Mosque) is more important than 1000 prayers in other mosques besides the Grand Mosque. Prayers in the Grand Mosque are more mainstream than 100,000 prayers in other mosques.”

"Why look back?" ask me

"Hm.. don't want to go home, Mas!" answerable

I held her hand tightly, tighter than usual.

"God willing, we'll come back here" I said

Those words were like a promise to me, I will try to bring her back prostrate in this place.

I waited for him to show his pinky like he always did. I just heard him answer aamiin cirrhat.

"Longen the life of the servant, O Allah, let the servant give happiness to my wife. Let the servant bring him back here." I said pulling his hand, as a sign of continuing the journey.

Today I will take her to the second place I aspired to be with my wife long ago.

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"Looks like you're newlyweds, huh?" ask the middle-aged man who was sitting right next to Dzaki and Mila who were having breakfast.

"Alhamdulillah, sir. It's been almost 7 months. Still arguably new right, pak." replied Dzaki kindly.

"It is still, like this father, that his name is the old bride. I'm bored." said the father while whispering.

"Look, the black-hooded mother is there!" the middle-aged father pointed with his index finger without being lifted off the table, afraid of being discovered the wife might, he.

"Yes, look. Is it your father's wife?" ask Dzaki

"Yes, she's my wife. We have been married for almost 55 years. We have grandchildren, we're getting married soon."

"Oh, congratulations then. Why don't we have breakfast here, sir?"

" That's the difference between the "new" and the "old" replied the man laughing.

Mila just smiled, cutie. Spending his food with gourmand. I also want to follow a story I don't understand. I don't know what the Arab King was talking about with the Malay King. Maybe you want to barter the same oil as the soil, said Mila in his heart.

"Mas, come. Later we miss the plane, meaning later we reach his house tonight mas, huff."

"Not leaving yet, have said tired!, who wants to go home." replied Dzaki

"Well... continues? where are we going?" ask Mila.

"We're going to Hurghada."

"Where is that!" the usual Median accent relapsed.

"Egypt".

The Arab king smiled at him.

"Hurghada, next honeymoon, son" is still in Arabic.

"May you come home from there and there's good news, yes!" continue again

"Aamiin" said Dzaki, bawling to hug the middle-aged man.

***

The hand held the arm of the man next to it.

"Don't pinch ya, deck! the blue has not gone away" Dzaki warned.

"Grandfather,mas. The sign of love." Mila gave the sweetest smile.

"You get the sign of love, don't dong here. Somewhere else cake."

Dzaki's answer made his wife's cheeks heat up. Mila leaned her head against her husband's left shoulder. Dzaki greeted her with a kiss on the top of his head.

The iron bird flew, carrying the passengers lovingly, to the next journey.