Immaculacy
Ugly!

It was morning after noon in the second holy city, Medina. This place of the Hijra of the prophet of God holds a million stories about the struggle of the noblest man.

Mila inhaled deeply into the air of the Hejaz city, while walking leisurely, towards the hotel where they were staying, after the dawn prayers at the Nabawi mosque. It's the second day they set foot there. After spending time together in the room when they got there. It felt like "honeymoon volume two," her husband said.

Dar Al Taqwa hotel became the choice of husband and wife, more precisely the choice of Dzaki. It is very close to the Nabawi Mosque. The view behind the window goes directly to the green dome mosque. As always, Dzaki will give his best for his sweet wife. The view from behind the window or balcony became the main criteria for the selection of hotels for his wife. Because his wife prefers to spend time in the room only.

Along the way to his hotel, Dzaki immortalized him in his handycam, again and again this was the request of his wife. Dzaki actually felt happy, because usually his wife was not too fond of photos, let alone recorded his movements for video.

Arriving at the hotel, Dzaki took a mosque that he never forgot to bring, Mila was ready to put her body with her head resting on Dzaki's thigh. Yes, the letter of Al-kahfi, Dzaki will read the letter of Al-kahfi, that day the heart of Friday. Dzaki stroked his wife's head with one hand, completing his reading of only 110 verses.

Cup

"Ana uhibbuka Fileh, bitch!" Dzaki kissed the cheek of his wife who had earlier resisted sleepiness. Mila replied by wrapping her hand on her husband's thigh.

"Together, Mas! I'm also uhibbu!" said grinning.

"Don't sleep in the morning! not good for health! let's get ready, want to see our new cafe?" Dzaki changed his shirt and wore a black leather jacket.

"Oh yes, I forgot. Just a minute, Mom!" Mila took the clothes in her closet and ran into the bathroom.

"Here's it instead, baby!" said Dzaki who feels funny to see his wife who is still often shy.

"Geek ah, Shame!" jest Mila from the bathroom.

Before long, Mila came out wearing a long-sleeved black shirt, her hair was neatly pigtailed.

"Hijab boy, where's Mila?" he said without seeing Dzaki.

"Here, I'm wearing!" Dzaki answered while playing his game.

"Mas, seriously dong!" Mila looked for him in the closet, but there was no sign of him meeting.

"Don't get used to asking without seeing the interlocutor! it's!" Dzaki approached his wife, giving her the black snail she was looking for.

"So he fell when he went into the bathroom. That's why don't run! like a kid!" Dzaki ruffled Mila's already tidy hair. Mila received her husband's treatment resigned, useless course angry because it will make Dzaki more messy hair. Dzaki welfare not only applies to his son, but also to his wife.

"Udah, let's hurry! it's friday! we don't have much time!" Dzaki left his pouting wife.

"He did it long time ago!" Mila pressed her lips one centimeter.

"Dangerous!"

"Wildamah! but you like it?" tease Mila, get in the bathroom again.

"Arabesque Restaurants? that's his name, Mas?" tanya Mila heard the address Dzaki gave to the taxi driver.

"No, our destination is next to it! If you say the name of our cafe the driver's father can't possibly know!" Dzaki whispered turning his body backwards. That's how Dzaki, he always chose to sit in front beside the driver to just wonder about the circumstances around him.

A few minutes later, they reached their destination. Dzaki's been stanby with his handycam. Capturing his wife's expression saw his new restaurant with a different name.

"Mamma restaurant?" Mila read the writing that is not too big in front of the building that is not too big in front of her.

"Yes, umma's restaurant. This is all the sustenance of Allah, as long as the umma live with Abi!" Dzaki hugs Mila's shoulder, invites his sweet wife inside. The mainstay menu remains the same as Cafe Ulya in Egypt. Dzaki's favorite menu, which adds to his previous interest in his wife.

While waiting for the order to come, Mila asked the waiter to take a photo of the two of them there. The servant gladly did.

"Anta jiddan's fate!" said the man's waiter, giving Mila a cellphone.

"Syukron" he said, taking his salary. See the results of his shots.

"Who fits, huh?" she said seeing her husband.

"Suit dong, mas kan handsome!"

"Bellies don't fit just as bad!" mila said sadly.

"It's not ugly! who said that, huh. Who... who!"

"Mas was in the room!" Mila pouting.

"Ih, kidding. Honey!" hugging him, did not expect his words earlier in the heart by his wife.

Dzaki took his wife's device, looking at the shots of the waitress, "ih, like still dating, the picture is far apart!" muttered. Then put the flat object next to him and prepare to eat, because the order has come.

Fried rice, fried chicken and two hot teas. Indonesia once, right? wherever we are, we will miss the food of our own country. Just like that couple.

After satisfied eating, and seeing every corner of their new restaurant, the clock has shown at 11 pm, They decided to go home to the inn. The trip this time is a little different, because Dzaki is still very caring for his wife so as not to be soybean, understand still the recovery period.

Dzaki held the hand of his wife who still did not want to go home.

"Our journey is long, baby! there's still tomorrow" he said stroking his wife's face. Make the soul of singles who see it revolted, see the intimacy of the husband and wife.

"May they be happy until heaven?" said two waiters praying for the owner of the restaurant where they work.