Immaculacy
My husband

"Look, who the hell are they. There is something special?, a good friend that we want to meet later, there is a man right?, want to miss, want nostalgia for the old days? huh uh?"

The words continued to ring, the water from the corner of his eyes continued to glow. This time the newlyweds were in the inn, turning their backs to each other in silence.

Crisping.

It was not the sound of crisp crackers, but the sound of Mila's starving stomach. They haven't had dinner yet, let alone eating they both haven't cleaned themselves after getting to the hotel. Unlike usual, this time all Mila missed was a pillow. Not hot water in the bathroom.

"Are you hungry?"

"Sir"

"The hungry, you know"

"Yes, eat there."

"Grandfather, don't want to eat the same. Don't you want to go with me?"

"It's Egypt, I know better. It won't be lost."

"Udah dong is angry, mas apologise." Mila did not move from her position.

"Silts...." Dzaki brought his body closer, now Mila was already in his arms.

"Feed, not laper." Mila covered her face with a pillow.

Pefk.kriuk.

"Eh.. worm crowed it deck, mas hear you know, do not zholim the same body itself." increasingly tightened the embrace.

The body trembled, the defense collapsed. Tears that had been dammed earlier, although it had been a little seeping, finally broke as well.

"Mas, hiks..hiks, adek never thought to do what mas said earlier, adek just want to see them. It just so happens that we're here again. When can I see them again. One of them was a friend of the bench adek, next to the bed was also dormitory. Adek kangen, my. Hu. u, hiks... hiks"

"Sorry mas, yes. I was laughing at the mood."

"Please apologize, Mom! Mila can not swim, Mila is not in accordance with the expectations. I'm sorry, I can't be like Anna Althofunnisa."

"Why is that the story?" murmured Dzaki in the heart.

Mila saw her husband astonished by her words.

"Because this is in Egypt, Mila remembers Anna in the KCB novels, I can't be as perfect as she is. I shouldn't have proposed to you. A lot better, at least equally graduate here." said Mila still crying.

"This is this, a woman's disease. The problem is where he runs. The problem is when, even so bring up the memories, haduh." muttered Dzaki is all wrong, hungung have to say what.

"Mas is also not Khairul Azzam, your husband is just an ordinary man, not as much as he, mas also can not make tempe and meatballs continue to sell here. I am only a servant of God, who dares to love the brother of my friend. I love him because his family is good too. So mas willingly wait for him, even though he had to fast every day" fortunately he had once read the best seller nover kang abik's work.

"Cock fasting?" Mila rubbed her eyes

In a hadith the Prophet said: 'O young men, whoever among you is able to marry, then marry. Because getting married is more able to withhold views and further maintain ********. And whosoever is not able, then let him fast; for fasting may suppress his orgasm (as a shield).( Bukhari HR)

"Mas categorizes you as incapable, not because you are unable to preach, but because you are unable to forget." Dzaki said softly, there was shame in saying that.

"Mas padlock!" saut Mila who blushed to hear her husband's words just now.

"Bad t-shirts anyway, dreadlocks." Dzaki pinched his wife's cheek.

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The three hijab-wearing women who were almost as wide were hugging each other, all of them giving up longing. Friendship is not time consuming. Although only know a few months but the brotherhood seems to have been established since birth.

"How are you?, long time no see. You're still like Mil, only now you're wearing a robe!" Farhana, the black veiled girl held onto both shoulders of Mila, looking down from the top.

"Ah, you are also now wearing a side bag, instead of you used to be the most anti bag like this!" Mila holds the bag that Farhana brought, they were very close at school, probably because they were both tomboy one of the reasons.

Dwi and Linda were just listening to their conversation.

"When you change schools, we deliberately empty your beds, we don't let anyone sleep there but us, we don't want to erase our memories of togetherness" Linda said

"Thank you all love me, me!" Mila teary.

"More than that, you remain our friend, our encouragement. You remember when Linda cried for home. He doesn't feel like he's at the dipesantren. Who persuaded him? You're the one who said "Not for long we're here, only 3 years. Just a minute, Al-Azhar is waiting for us. The spirit!". Dwi remembers those times.

"Eh, how's your father Mil, oh yeah, that's your husband? Why do I look like I've seen it, but where?" Farhana observed Dzaki talking to Fadhil, his brother.

"Alhamdulillah, healthy father. It's back as usual. My husband Latif's mom, hee...."

"I think I've seen it, the child who owns the boarding school" said Farhana. Dwi, and Linda listened in amazement.

"The dream of all the santri princess of our age. The only child, smart, handsome, handsome too, lucky for you, Mil." Dwi chimed in, looking at Dzaki fixedly, like he was hopeless.

Not feeling the time Dzhur arrived, they rushed to the Al-Husein mosque, a large umbrella in his court attracted the attention of Mila. Like the mosque in Medina. Hm.. when I go there, muttered Mila in heart.

In his opinion, Madinah is the next tourist destination someday. Not travel, worship. His words again confirmed his own words, which also remained only in the heart.

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The six Indonesians have re-assembled in the courtyard of the mosque. One of them complained of being hungry and feeling very homesick with Indonesian cuisine. Understandably, it has been more than a week he traveled, looking for new experiences in various places full of charm.

"Mas, adek laper. There's nothing here that sells Indonesian cuisine." Mila was holding her stomach, her worms were already beginning to protest.

"It looks like nothing around here, deck. As far as I am, there is a Mall Arabia. But far away if you go there." Fadhil answered questions that were not directed at him.

"Who said there wasn't. Come with me, let's go to cafe "Ulya", come with all. I'm the one who deals!" Dzaki walked up to his wife's hand, clasping her tightly.

The sight made Fadhil's hands clenched. "I know she's your legal wife, but there's no need to deliberately show your affection in front of me." I want to feel like she's pulling the woman's hand, the woman who was once her passion for science, and he was also almost desperate because the woman moved to another school.

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Cafe "Ulya" mainstay dishes are available on the table, there are six dishes of fried rice with hot green tea and one can of crackers located on each table. The cafe's special features. Cans of crackers typical of Jakarta. Visitors are also quite a lot, not only Indonesian students, but many Egyptians themselves. "Nassi Goyyeng" they said with a thick Arabic accent.

"Finally, I found you." Mila opens the cracker can. Take it and eat it straight away.

Kreesh.

"O Allah, how good is this cracker."

Dzaki and the four friends of Mila shook their heads.

"Any." Farhana looked in wonder at her old friend. Since when did he like crackers, he murmured.

"Since when do adek like crackers?" Dzaki was no less astonished.

"Since then, Mom." The sweetest smile of all time.

They all ate well. Undeniable. They also miss Indonesian food.

"Have you treated his misses?" tanya Dzaki saw the satisfaction on his sweet wife's face.

"Well, but the tomatoes aren't eaten." Dzaki saw the contents of his wife's plate which left three slices of tomatoes intact.

"Nice, smelly. Adek doesn't like it." Mila shuddered to see the tomatoes on her plate.

Time kept turning, the sun had almost all sunk. They have to split up there.

They hugged each other, giving each other messages to keep their once-broken friendship.

"After returning to Indonesia, we must meet again" said Mila as the decree of the queen of England, can not be denied.

"Bang Fadhil, see you next time. Hopefully we'll finish the study here soon." Mila cupped her hands together in the chest.

"Yes, Mila take care of her health. Baarokallahulaka wabaroka 'alaika wajama'a bainakuma fii khoir." do'a Fadhil for Mila.

"Aamiin, thanks. We go first." said Dzaki embracing Mila's waist, asking her to pass soon leaving those who were still standing there.

Mila felt an aura of rivalry between the two men nearby. But she immediately forgot about it, now she was already the wife of Arif Mudzaki. Nothing could disturb him more than the death of the Divine Robby.

This is his last trip this time, hopefully there will be a next trip someday.

He always hoped that his marriage would be sadinah, mawaddah, warohmah like the prayers of those who love him.

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The sweet woman with her head resting on her husband's chest, there was no awkwardness or embarrassment so the attention of the taxi driver in front of her.

"If you want to sleep, you just sleep" said Dzaki stroked his wife's head.

"Capek anyway, Mas. Sleepy too. But still full. The fried rice is delicious. Brilliant that has a cafe, the thought of making a menu like that must have Indonesian people. The name of the cafe, like Mila's last name yes, Mas." oceh Mila

"Yes, who has Indonesians. "Ulya" was the name of his wife, the food menu there, inspired by the homesickness of the owner of the cafe on the woman named "Ulya" it."

"Kok, I know it all the way. The owner's a college friend first huh?"

"Yes, his name is Arif... Mudzaki's." Dzaki raised both eyebrows, as his wife looked at him in disbelief.

Mila gaped in disbelief, a split second of her stomach as if tickled. And it feels a very unpleasant smell.

"Hm.m I stink!" Mila moved away from Dzaki, preferring to sit stuck to the car door.

The man only furrowed his brows, astonished at his wife's unusual behavior.