Love Me Om
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The night began to greet, the thick star-studded night replaced the blue sky today.Kanaya curled up on the bed after finishing dinner which he hardly touched at all.

The medicine that the doctor put on the girl's wound began to react, the heat radiating from each end of her nerves as pain and pain contributed to the agony of kanaya tonight. It's really excruciating, not wanting to bother Reyhan. Kanaya tried to hold back her crying voice by nibbling the bolts she hugged tightly.

Kanaya's bedroom door was pushed from the outside, Kanaya ignored her. He was very tired of fighting the pain that hit his arm.Kanaya wanted to scratch the skin wrapped in bandages.

"Nay, are you asleep?" reyhan asked pleasantly, he could see Kanaya's shoulder shaking from crying.

He could also faintly hear the pain of his wife's lips.

"Did your hand hurt? Or stomach? Do you need anything?" cerca Reyhan, she couldn't bear to see Kanaya at dinner last night.

the pretty face of the girl looked pale, she also only bribed a few spoonfuls of rice into her mouth, and Reyhan forced it. Out of concern Reyhan decided to look at the state of the wife.

"Sinya."

"Kanaya!" tekik Reyhan was impatient because the girl did not respond at all.

Reyhan turned the girl's body upside down and accidentally held her wound.

Kanaya turned her head with a face that had been covered in tears, her eyes were swollen from crying.

"What hurts?" Reyhan asked seriously, he really could not bear to see. Kanaya is like this. Kanaya simply nodded with tears continuing to flow.

"Sorry, sorry I didn't mean it."

Kanaya shook her head, for some reason Reyhan helped Kanaya to sit down and hug her. Reyhan told himself not to get too close to Kanaya. Kanaya's cry broke out in Reyhan's embrace, other than Oma Eni had never before been noticed by someone like this.

"Hey... Hey why? Is it very painful? How about we go to the hospital again?" Reyhan was confused by Kanaya's crying that sounded louder, fortunately Reyhan's house was not so close to the neighbor.

There's still an empty garden next to Reyhan's house. Otherwise, Kanaya's cries could be heard clearly.

"No, no, no, no" Kanaya replied between tears.

"But you're in pain like this, how about, -"

Kanaya shook her head quickly, her hands clutching the t-shirt that wrapped her husband's burly body.

"Kanaya does not want Om, just Kanaya does not want to go to the hospital," Kanaya increasingly drowned her face in the arms of her husband.

Sweat soaked Kanaya's body, making the shirt he was wearing wet. Still sounding weeping Kanaya who endured the pain, Reyhan who did not have the heart with the situation of the wife was not able to do much.

He could only wipe Kanaya's long hair with sweat, occasionally picking up her sleeves and blowing on the bandaged part. Wishing a little could ease the pain his little wife felt.

The night was getting late, the thin-floated man was no longer able to withstand drowsiness, he fell asleep still in the same position. Sharing warmth in an embrace, bringing the two together in a beautiful dream at the end of the night. Raindrops began to pour down on the earth in the third of the night, the cold coming through the ventilation faults making the newlyweds involuntarily tighten their arms.

The morning prayer rumbles, awakening Reyhan who is still holding Kanaya. The man squirms, his left hand numb as it continues to overlap Kanaya. Sleeping half-sittingly, leaning against the wall while hugging Kanaya, made Reyhan's body sick.

"Nay, wake up we pray at dawn together." Reyhan slightly shook Kanaya's still-well body.

"Emh," Kanaya muttered a small, swollen eye that belonged to the girl was still tightly shut.

"Kanaya, -"

Reyhan stopped his words, he just remembered that the wife was coming by the moon. He no longer disturbed Kanaya's sleep, but very carefully moved Kanaya's body to the bed. He got rid of the hair that covered Kanaya's pretty face.

But quickly Reyhan turned his face away, he did not want to see the look of Kanaya too long. After enveloping the tiny body he rushed away to fulfill his obligations.

After taking Reyhan's ablution water to perform dawn prayers at home, finished praying the man was still sitting down to raise his hands to meditate on the Owner of life.

"Allah the servant begs to forgive the servant, for he has not been able to love the wife of the servant of Canaya. This heart still belongs to him, I cannot replace him with anyone else. Servants know this is wrong, but the oath that I have sworn to Mariam cannot be taken for granted" Reyhan said in his prayer.

Reyhan loved his late wife Mariam irawati. A man who was willing to give up all the luxuries he had to marry Reyhan. An orphan who only works as a mechanic in a workshop.

He solemnly sent him to his wife and both parents who had abandoned him since his teenage years. After being content to spill all grievances on the Creator, Reyhan folded the prayer mat and hung it behind the door.

The sun was already beginning to shine, Reyhan decided to go buy breakfast while Kanaya was still asleep.

On foot the man went a pecel rice stall that was only open in the morning. Reyhan inhaled the morning air that was still cool, at that moment a sense of longing infiltrated the recesses of his heart, the memory of the togetherness of him and Maria flashed in Reyhan's mind.

Every morning, after the morning prayers. He and Mariam will take a walk to enjoy the beautiful morning, when the sun has not fully risen like today. Reyhan's feet swung slowly, permeating every moment he had enjoyed first with the person he loved the most. Without feeling he had arrived in front of a simple stall that he was headed.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Reyhan said politely.

"Waalaikumsalam," Sahut a woman who wears a kebaya with an old cloth of large flower motifs and hair in sangul.

"Lho Mas Reyhan, what a tumben. What would you like to have breakfast here in Mas's wrap? ' asked the woman who was almost sixty-five years old.

Reyhan smiled politely, he sat on a bench made of bamboo provided by the stall owner. If anyone wants to eat at the place.

"On the wrap of the Prosperous Mak, two."

"Well, wait a minute, son. Mak again packs ten orders of Bu RT," The woman said, her hands deftly taking the rice from the large flask.