It's not my fault for taking your wife
BSMI 71's
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The sound of knocking on the door rang out, startling Allan who was trying to seduce Giany. He glanced at the door in annoyance and walked over to it. Open it while holding a sharp look. Allan will curse anyone who dares to disturb him at this hour, except Maysha, Mum and Aunt Misa. Amir, with his innocent face, stood in the doorway carrying a rope in his hand.
"What do you want?"
“This is the mooring rope, Boss! Said he committed suicide.”
Allan grunting. Amir really did not understand that the door of the room he knocked on was the newlyweds room.
“It's for you. Now you're back in the post. Tie your own hands and feet so you don't crawl anywhere, especially tonight. Don't bother me!” Then shut the door and lock it tightly. Allan rubbed his chest afterwards. Amir was really testing patience. Who asked the rope to commit suicide? Maybe Amir should take a shit bath, because it continues to be an outlet for the boss's annoyance.
Allan let out a long sigh, then went into the bathroom to take some more ablution water. Amir drained his emotions. The sweep of the ablution water cleanses itself from irritability. He went out to meet Giany afterwards.
“Until where was it? I'm asking you to worship??”
“Container?” Giany looked at Allan fixedly.
“Iya, worship. Want me to teach?” allan asked and was immediately greeted by a nod by Giany. “You take a shower first, I have prepared warm water, after that and beautiful, fragrant, continue ..” He hangs his words, making a frown on Giany's forehead created.
“Ke what, Mas?”
“Later I told you. Do what I said.”
Giany nodded and without asking again went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Until a few minutes passed, he came out clean. Allan looked ready in a cocoa shirt and sarong, just like last night when he taught Giany to worship in the last third of the night. Giany glanced at the clockwork direction. Time shows at ten o'clock in the night.
The prayer rug stretches in an empty spot on the side of the bed. Facing the qibla, both dissolve in worship. Giany felt the pleasure he got from worship with his husband.
Giany kissed the back of Allan's hand after performing the two rakaat prayers. Warm, peaceful and peaceful. Now they sit facing each other on the table.
“What kind of wedding do you expect?” The question from Allan makes Giany sculpt. Yes, the woman had never thought before about what kind of marriage she hoped for. All she knows is that the marriage that all women want is the one that brings happiness. That's it, nothing else.
Gently, Allan rubbed Giany's yams. Kisses with affection, then whispers friendly, “Sakinah wedding, mawaddah, warahmah.”
Giany raised his head, staring into her husband's black bead. He was silent.
“Sakinah it's tranquility. A sakinah family makes a husband when tired of making a living get peace when coming home and meeting his wife. Giany, I want you to always be my home. Mawaddah is love. A marriage is a field to give and shower halal love on one another. Converting sya*hwat into berahala. Mawaddah is human. And warahmah is to have mercy or blessing. Blessings of affection manifested by caring for each other, protecting each other, and reminding each other in kindness.”
Giany dropped a tear. Not sadness, but happiness. Allan grabbed his fingers. Grasping and putting on the chest. “You want, we learn together, to build a family that sakinah, mawaddah warahmah? And we can go to jannah together?”
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notes:
The prayers that Allan and Giany perform are two rakaat Sunnah prayers. Which is often done by married couples before performing their halal worship for the first time.