ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 46. PRESUMPTIONS

Towards Dawn.

Like last night, Shan woke up at exactly half-four in the morning. "Alhamdulillah," he said as Netra opened, continuing with a wake-up prayer.

Want to move immediately but he feels being noticed by someone from no point of view. Trying to ignore, Shan finally forced his body to wake up slowly.

"Astaghfirullah," He was stunned to see Maira had worn a face sitting on her bed, staring fixedly at Shan.

"Eh sorry, honey. I don't think it's you" Shan said unwell, wiping his chest slowly.

"Who did I wake up? you've been sleeping since, that voice is similar to yours" said Maira.

Shan did not understand what Maira meant but a little hope was gathered.

"Is this your lead, Robb, slowly you will restore his memory of the broken?"

"Dawning prayer first, dear. After I take a bath later muroja'ah together. Do you remember Juz 28?" ask Shan.

"Hm, in shay'ah. Juz 28, yes." lirih Maira replied to her husband's question.

While waiting for Shan to finish the bath. He looked to the left side of his bed.

Since some of the closest people told him that he had come to his senses. Maira found that the window curtains and the balcony door of the room never closed. Always open a little gap until the wind often blow white vitrase fabric with orange gradation at the bottom.

"God, did I ever ask to be erased some memory? I only remember Fayyadh, so it felt like asking about my handsome cousin. Why did he turn up to be my husband?"

"Journal, is it true that he is the one I always call in prayer even after asking for directions? but why have you lost the memory of him?"

"El, who else is it? is my life surrounded by men? what have I done since I got back here? if as long as I lay three months passed. That is, my graduation will be done at the beginning of next year. How to remember all this."

"Why is he the only one I forget? I was like a stab in the back, O Allah, for my heart was eager to meet Fayyadh, while he was not my mahram. Sin, I have sinned."

A torrent of orange began to shift slowly changing a beam of golden light appeared at the end of space. There was no wisp of cotton-white smoke hanging in the air decorating the morning sky. Clean, dark as the heart of a girl being tested.

Maira sobbing. His heart was tight, his head began to throb again.

"Ai, Honey. Wh why? where's that sick?"

Maira looked up with a face covered in tears.

"This. It hurts," he pointed at the chest.

"Because of me?" shan asked softly, for some reason he felt this situation would burden Maira's psychic condition.

The woman with the face of ayu did not answer, only the stuffing that came out of her mouth more and more.

"I'm sorry, sorry for mistakes I don't understand, understand what you're doing." Shan stroked his wife's head gently, his heart was heartbroken.

"Do You want me to learn how to control lust or do You want Your servant to realize the true sense of being lawful to me?"

Mahya Humaira did not heed Shan's words. His head just shook faintly. Want to say that what he feels now is not one of the men who look very fond of him. But the lips were twisted, only a sobbing accompanied by tightness suddenly came.

"Sholat first yuk, let it calm down again. We'll talk later, okay?" tawar Shan, still rubbing Maira's head.

Hearing the husband's soft voice, Maira tried to end her pill session. She wiped away the trail of tears on her face and prepared to perform two sunnah skirts before dawn.

After a brief greeting and prayer.

As Shan promised, the man sat facing Maira, still on the prayer mat. Staring at the face of the shame that further adds to the impression of ayu despite the feeling of unbearable, women pujaan back berlinang.

"Tell me what makes you sick, Ai. Don't you want this wedding of ours?" ask Shan.

Deghs. Maira broke into a ball, feeling struck by Shan's words.

The noble-line ayu woman was intensely staring at Shan's shady eye bead.

"Why?" Shan smiles in such a way by the woman he loves.

"Truly so? if so, don't hesitate to say the same to me, honey. Honest is better, right? in order not to hurt each other," said Shan.

"Either," muttered Maira, bowing her head.

"As long as you don't say you want to get away from me, I won't set you free, dear Ahya. I have said many times no, if I will continue to fight. But if one day I feel this struggle is not good luck. That's when, you can leave by my side," Shan said, softly but heartily. Tucked in sorrow in every sentence, exposed lara who refused to admit Shan but kentara incited.

Maira is sobbing. Shan got up and grabbed the frail body sitting on the bed in an embrace.

"Propay for me, dear. Always accept and learn to be sensitive to the surroundings but never deny the heart. We are both fighting, with the same goal but a different lara" Shan whispered as he kissed Maira's head.

A clear grain appeared at the second end of the jet black eye bead netra as dark as night. Shan did not deny the incision that was present in his heart this morning.

"I don't know, I don't know" isak Maira, hugging Shan without her noticing.

The couple dissolved in the atmosphere of shahdu when the sun began to dawn. The dawn of the Adhan is never this slow until it has penetrated the heart and gnawed at the soul which in fact always thirsts for the Grace of the Lord the ruler of the universe.

Some time, Shan was still firmly hugging his female body until iqamah began to sound.

"Sholat first yes. Then stretching lightly especially the leg area while murajaah."

Maira nodded at her husband's words, slowly realizing the attitude she had just taken. Shan's wife, blushed.

"Newly aware? start to hug?" goda Shan saw his woman just looking down not daring to raise her face.

The morning when the two began to learn to accept each other the presence of a figure who still feels foreign but bound in marriage, they spent time slowly until arriving while preparing to go to the hospital.

Thanks to Mahendra's help, as Maira is still reluctant to be carried by Shan, the young woman has been sitting sweetly in the CR-V car that Shan is driving in, slowly leaving Orchid's basement for check-up.

On the way, only silence accompanied the time of togetherness of this young couple in the car. Because it felt very quiet, making Maira clumsy, the fingers lentik pressing the audio key keys.

The morning broadcast, hosted by a broadcaster, broadcasts through a frequency channel Maira selected. Soon playing a song tone, as if describing the contents of Shan's heart at that time.

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/Listen to me, the story of my heart. Stories aboutyou.

/I want to be sincere, sincerely love you.

/Close your eyes, enough me and God know.

/I promise to love you, to be born and to be in my heart.

/I promise, stand with you, born and inward.

/If you know, I am ready to die for you. My soul and body.

Maira glanced to the right side. When she was fascinated, her husband looked very handsome while concentrating on driving.

At first glance he also saw Shan following the song sung by the guardian, the sentence touching and beautiful.

Shan turned his head to his left, making the flat yellow-skinned face blush, blushing. "I think it'll be the same with you, honey" Shan said just as the car pulled up at a red light at the crossroads.

C-ups. One kiss landed perfectly on Maira's cheek.

"Mumpung is still halal for me," Shan kekeh later.

"Ish, chance." Maira presented Shan's arm with a pinch.

Shan's complaint was heard stating the pain due to the actions of his wife. But a moment later, the hand was grabbed by Shan. He hooked his fingers between Maira's fingers and clasped them tightly, and brought them to his lips for a kiss.

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...Until here, I understand yet, each exam, all three? 😁...

...To be sure, Mommy never discards the character, it must be useful later in the next part....