Mahabbah Longs
Midnight

At exactly one o'clock in the night, Mustofa woke up. He saw Rima who was curled up quietly beside him.

"What, so we don't qiyamul lail." he whispered, but didn't react one bit.

Apparently Rima was very tired, so it took a little temptation to wake her up. Towel-towel his nose, react sich. Lanjuuuttt .. sleep. If gini is built with what yes ....

Okay ... Don't blame your brother for making a surprise for you. Where your face is too beautiful, especially if it is near gini. Getting teased. The fault itself is not waking up.

Mustofa is getting brave to touch other parts of the face. Especially her red lips are a bit dry, want dech. Eeyitts ... Horror bin wkwkwk for the mind that there is the intention of gini worship. Finally just touch her with her fingers. And keep giving a cressendo-tone whisper. From soft to hard with a single breath.

"Darling, there's a fire."

And it can be expected, who did not wake up heard such a thunderous voice. If you don't wake up, that's too much.

"What, what Mas. Fire ...." Rima's eyes immediately opened, a wave. Get up soon. Darling loved Mustofa's head right over his face. Be ....

Ddhhiiuuck....

His head fell on Mustofa's head.

"Okay, Mom." Rima.

Mustofa did the same. Both heads cannot be prevented from meeting.

"You are very difficult to build sich.."

Yes ... This face will be placed where. Mana Mustofa is so considerate and sweet, Rima muttered in her heart.

"It's hard, Mom." Rima looked down.

"Yes. But I understand. Maybe you're tired."

"Yes, Mas." she replied shyly. But Rima's eyeballs glanced at Mustofa looking stealthily. Without Mustofa noticing, he kissed Mustofa's cheek gently while whispering,

"I'm sorry Rima, Mas."

Dug ... dug ... dug ... dugdug ... dugdug ... dugdugdug. Temptation again ....

Not wanting to linger in an uncertain atmosphere, he tried to turn the mind sharply. Back to laptop, patience ....

"Darling, we are not qiyamul lail."

"So, dong."

"Yes, get ready there dech."

"Yes, yeah." Rima came down lazily.

Gemeess .... Gotta love nich. Mustofa kissed Rima's cheek quickly.

"Mas!" shouted Rima who was greeted with smiles only by Mustofa.

"Why! " mustofa replied with a charming smile. Makes Rima shy too. He immediately went to the bathroom.

Before long, he had already returned with a fresh face and shining eyes. Replace him now who needs to go to the bathroom.

Because the time was very urgent, Mustofa immediately cleaned up, all ablution. So that out of the bathroom, it is fresh, neat and ready to go.

"Come, you'll miss it."

The clock shows at 01.20 wib, when they exit the room. Passing through the quiet alleys, from the hotel where they stayed. So that the steps are heard. Luckily it doesn't bother the other residents. All are still deep in the dream and may not care.

Alhamdulillah, until there his qiyamul lail has not begun. But almost too late, because a second later, the prayer was already established.

Quite a lot of people have the same desire as them. I really enjoyed the last nights of the month of Romadlon. Moreover, it can be gathered together with people who have the same intention. If it is gini, forget the dech with other desires.

Until the morning prayer was completed, Rima was reluctant to leave the mosque. And let Mustofa who waited faithfully for him in the car, while reading the holy book of the Qur'an. After getting 2 juz, only seen Rima walking lazily following him.

"Mas, have you waited a long time?"

"About a trip here to the city" he replied lightly.

"I'm sorry, Mas. I overslept."

"Yes. Come on, we're back."

"Where to?

"To the hotel for a while, it's gone home."

"Can."

"Usually if Romadlon gini, umroh family together. Don't know this year. Too many occurrences. But ... how about we umroh."

"I've never been, Mom."

"Let's ever. But you don't mind, do you?"

"I'm so happy, Mom."

"Yes, already. We are preparing to leave."

"Okay, Mas."

After cleaning up the equipment and everything related to their inn last night. They continued their journey towards the house of Papa Sofyan calmly. Deliberately passing through unusual roads. To avoid traffic and pollution. And even more fun when you can breathe the cool and fresh mountain air in the morning.

Arrive at papa Sofyan's house around ten. The house still looked deserted, only the security guard and aunt. It turns out they haven't come yet.

"Bi, papa hasn't come yet."

"Yet, Den."

"Yes already, Mas. Let's rest first. We'll leave in the afternoon ...."

"Yes. Let's not get too tired. Tired of being able to open."

"Nr ...." Rima headed to the room no matter how there was Mustofa who was confused about the place he was going to enter.

"Whose room is that?"

With a sad face, Rima replied, "That's Andre's room ...."

"May I rest there."

"Hehehe ..." he replied as he passed leaving Mustofa with a light laugh and narrowed his eyes.

"It's there .... He said he'd take a break."

" Our dhuhur we're preparing."

Rima headed for his room quietly. Mustofa entered Andre's room. For a moment he was stunned to see the atmosphere of the room that was still neatly arranged. There's even a dressing table of all. This must be all for Kaka Naura.

Because of the drowsiness that attacked him. Without feeling his eyes are perfectly closed.

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Meanwhile, Ulya is enjoying her night by Devra's bedside. He established a solemn-looking prayer' as well as moistened his lips with a do'a.

Until the time leading up to sahur, it has just moved from its prostration.

"Papa, I'm thirsty."

Hearing Devra's shrill voice, Ulya immediately approached, carrying a glass of water that was always available on the nightstand near Devra's bed.

"You're awake, son" Ulya said as she helped Devra drink with a straw.

"Pa, why the quiet?"

"It's still night. Just go to sleep, honey."

"I miss my mom and sister. A week without seeing them."

"When Devra sleeps sister over here ... Now go to sleep."

"This is where ... What's on grandpa's plane."

"Yes. The journey is long. Go to bed, honey."

Finished giving a drink, Ulya blew Devra's tubers slowly, so it fell asleep again.

After making sure Devra was sound, Ulya headed towards Naura's room. I want to see the twins and their wives.

When he opened the door, he was stunned to see Naura writing while still wearing mukena. Apparently he also finished the evening prayer. And continue with writing.

Because of his fun, he did not realize Ulya had been standing behind him.

"Writing what, Ma?" Ulya leaned against the wall that was in front of Naura. To see what Naura is!is.

"Oh Papa, this is .. Akram and Akmal's story." she replied with a smile.

Ulya shifted to the side of Naura to be able to read more clearly. Wherever smile ....

"This is your son, Ma?" ....