Mahram To Azira
Chapters 24.2

Azira felt bad for her husband. She scratched her non-itchy cheeks while glancing at her husband bashfully. Her shy attitude inevitably immediately invited the crisp laughter of her husband.

Azira became pouting. Her cheeks involuntarily bulged looking like a puffer fish, cute.

"But Kenzie knew I was a stubborn woman. If one day Kenzie turned to think of another woman then I would never hesitate to part with Kenzie mas. To me releasing Kenzie mas is a panacea for the pain in my heart. I don't want to survive a marriage that doesn't bring me happiness but instead sends me wounds. Really, I wouldn't hesitate to give up on this marriage." Azira said seriously.

Her cute appearance was not comparable to the heavy words that came out from her lips earlier. Kenzie choked, restraining the anger within the chest that started to rage. He knew that the day would not come as long as he surrendered to God, but still he was not happy to hear Azira say this. He was angry and at the same time could not accept it. Really, he was not willing to part from his soulmate.

"God is a witness to the truth in my heart. Here," pointing right at his chest that was pounding, "you are the first woman to enter it and God willing, by the permission of Allah and my pleasure as a husband, you are the first woman to enter it, your place will never be moved and be the last. Azira, I have told you before that I want you to be my heretic in this world and my heavenly woman in the hereafter. Know, this desire of mine is the peak of my heart which shows that my heart is already completely yours. If you leave me, then I've lost my reason for loving a woman except Umi and my sisters." Kenzie surprised Azira.

Kenzie doesn't scare Azira. In his life Azira offers color to him so that Kenzie is not too fixated on his own world. But if Azira leaves, she will lose the color and return to being a cuckoo Kenzie.

Azira had imagined it. She was flattered, but more than that she was very grateful because she was really valuable in the heart of her husband.

"I'm not leaving, ma'am. As long as you still want me, then I won't go." Azira's promise was serious.

Kenzie breathed a heavy sigh. He pulled Azira into a hug and hugged her as tightly as possible as if afraid if she did not hold tight, Azira would leave at any time.

"Bag.." Azira rubbed her husband's chest comfortably.

Kenzie was silent not speaking but the strength of his hand did not diminish in the slightest. Only after feeling calmer did he finally loosen their arms.

Azira stay away,"Mas Kenzie, uh. Its power is not counted. Thankfully I'm not a dent." Azira complains.

Kenzie finally laughed again.

"But you like it, right?"

Azira shy. His face immediately felt hot.

"Like, dong." Admit bluntly.

Who doesn't like it, try it?

His blunt answer immediately invited Kenzie's laughter.

Ah, this is not good. It's not okay to see this, Azira is even more embarrassed. Her shy blush face looked extremely sweet in her husband's eyes. Kenzie was tempted, for a moment he could not hold his hand from touching the blushed face of his wife's shame.

Azira lowered her head. He turned his eyes away from Kenzie in embarrassment, but remained motionless as Kenzie moved his hand to the other side of his face. Not that she was angry, but instead quietly waited for the soft touch of her husband's fingers.

Um, all of a sudden she misses the smell of sweat her husband has been working so hard all day. Ugh, kissing her must be very comfortable and quite refreshing for her.

"Don't it be like this in front of anyone but me?" At first Kenzie wanted to rub his wife's cheek.

But the more he noticed his wife's embarrassed blushing face, the more unwilling and spinning pinched his wife's pinched cheek.

"Akhs..." Azira held the susi of her face that was not pinched.

Her intention was to secure from her husband's claws. But what she did not expect was that this action again invited a crisp laugh from her husband.

I don't know how many times Kenzie laughed at him. The tense and tense atmosphere of their conversation either since when evaporated where he did not know.

"Why, mas?" Azira wonder.

Kenzie snorted, "I'm the only one who has the right." Press Kenzie won't accept the rebuttal.

Azira shy. Seeing her husband's stubbornness, she instantly knew what her husband meant.

Shame,"Yes, mas." Said committed.

It did not feel like the conversation between the two of them had taken a lot of time. Azan dawn finally reverberated outside, pulling the minds of the two of them who had been careless now refocused.

Because of the voice of the azan they both compactly do not speak anymore but quietly listen and answer the azan in the heart.

"Let's take wudhu again." Kenzie.

The congregation's morning prayers in the mosque have a priority that really if people know it, would be competing to be in the leading shaf of prayer. Performing the shabuh prayer and the isya prayer becomes a test for some people. Like the test in general, these two prayers also promise a sweet gift for humans who successfully carry it out. And one of the virtues of these two prayers that factor people competing to carry them out in the mosque is, say, the following,

“He who prays isha congregates, then he is like a man who prays half a night. Whoever performs the prayer of the shawl congregates, then he is like a man who performs the night prayer all the time that night,”(HR. Muslim, from Uthman bin Affan Radhiallahu ‘anhu).

Of course apart from that all the most supportive factors come from a sense of love and longing for the Most Romantic, Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala. If he did not get ridho from Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala, where could he possibly go to leave his wife in the house of prayer alone?

Not likely. Only God's Ridho made himself willing to break away for a moment from Azira. For that he will try to stay present to the mosque at dawn and try not to be absent from the front saf.

"Mas Kenzie wants to go straight to the mosque?" Azira actually knew her husband's answer.

Kenzie smile. He rubbed Azira's head crest lovingly.

"Yes, Abah must have been waiting downstairs." Said.

Azira nodded. She stood up and took her husband out. At the door, Kenzie tells Azira not to go out and stay in the room.

"Sholat here, huh?"

Azira nodded for sure.

"Yes, mas. Mas Kenzie be careful outside the same Abah. Straight back home after the completion of the prayer and do not wander outside." Azira heard about the girls in the housing complex here several times.

Some people like to watch their husbands outside. Perhaps her husband was once love in their unfinished silence and still cannot be forgotten. Azira doesn't care much because she doesn't want it.

Kenzie chuckles.

"Okay, after coming down from the mosque me and Abah went straight home. Don't you want to eat porridge?" Azira usually likes to buy porridge outside.

Moreover, buying porridge from an old mother-dealer beside the mosque, Kenzie often noticed his wife's cute appearance while eating porridge bought from there.

"If you buy say yes, not most of the food."

"Yes, I'll say. Want to buy something other than porridge?"

Azira enough with porridge.

"Enough."

Kenzie nodded in understanding. He rubbed the top of Azira's head before leaving. Initially wanting to linger to toy with his wife's head but Abah's voice calls from below which forces him to stop. He kissed Azira's lips briefly, said his greetings and ran downstairs without waiting for Azira's reaction.

Azira then held her lips, blinking in a daze feeling the warm temperature left behind. Long silent, his red face slowly heated up as his mind started to move wildly. She's shy. Holding his face then glancing around him. Watching if anyone else is here..

"Oh my God, Kenzie's just surprised." Azira was relieved while stroking her chest.

"But," given the taste just now, he giggled to himself.

"Kenzie's sweetness doesn't matter." His heart was like a handful of honey, very sweet and sticky.

Azira often smiles to herself thinking about it.

"Ah..wudhu again. I have to pray at dawn before going down help Umi downstairs." Azira patted his eel in annoyance.

He closed the door of the room and took off the face he was wearing, then threw it carelessly on the bed. When he entered the bathroom, he immediately remembered the perspective he had ignored earlier. Nervous, the happiness in his heart slowly receded replaced by tension. She does not know the outcome but sincerely hopes that it will satisfy her husband and family. Although Kenzie doesn't say it's okay and isn't too demanding, Azira knows that Kenzie must have wanted her the most. In addition to Kenzie, there is also Umi who has been waiting for news of the arrival of her grandson.

Umi was not urgent, only occasionally asked. Azira became unwell and began to rush. Hope she wants to immediately have a baby to make her husband's family happy.

Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim, I believe the result that God gave me today is the best for me. Inner Azira while closing her eyes to calm down.

Right, despite everyone's expectations everything comes back to God. If Allah is pleased, then be it and if not, Azira should be more patient.

"Hum," taking a deep breath, he finally ventured to approach the container.

Looking at the testpek there, Azira shakily took a tissue with her left hand while her right hand reached out to the tests.

Ting~

Sound of collision in a glass.

Azira immediately covered it with tissue, rubbed the testespek to dry and tried not to smell anymore. He did not dare to rinse these tests with water, fearing that there was a problem. Understandably, he is a layman and has never used a test. He was inexperienced and had no one else to advise him.

Restless in the bathroom, Azira decides to go out. In the bathroom, she couldn't speak because her husband said it was off limits. Azira couldn't bear to not talk to this state of affairs, so she decided to come out.

Inside Azira's room walked back and forth while wiping the testpek. Suddenly his hand froze.

"Ah.." while wiping the tests, Azira accidentally caught the results of one of the tests.

His heart is beating fast. In a panic he got rid of tissue.

"Square line?" His lips trembled at the sight of two red lines that shone brightly at the test.

Not enough with one test, he immediately saw the other.

All line two!

There was no doubt as every testpek had a very clear and bright line, as if telling Azira that there was no doubt in this surprise!

Surprise that Azira is finally pregnant!

"That means. Am I pregnant?" Whisperers doubt.

"Use a small container to hold your first urine today and place all of these tests in the container for 15 minutes. Remember, two lines mean positive and one line means negative. Leave it to God, you must not be too burdened because I am not too demanding of any result. Well.. You can come in now and I. I'll wait in the room."

Kenzie's voice was ringing in his head and he was immediately convinced that she was indeed pregnant.

"Oh God.." His body went limp and fell into the bed.

His trembling hand held tightly to the tests unwilling to lose. Staring at him once more, he hugged her happily. Tears began to fall from the corner of his eyes. She was crying but her lips did not stop smiling.

"Allah, thank God, I am finally pregnant. Contain the flesh of the blood of the man I love so much, thank you Lord for giving yourself this opportunity to keep trust from You. I promise I will take good care of him. I'm not going to waste my son no matter what. I'll take care of him..." Azira said expressing gratitude in her heart.

His hand stroked his stomach which was still flat but somewhat fatty. She thought she had gained weight before, but thinking about it now was her baby with Kenzie in there. Yeah, there's his son here. Living and growing inside her stomach, Azira feels guilty for not eating regularly these few days thus interfering with her child's intake.

"This year God has given me many blessings of happiness in my life. He sent Kenzie, then a very kind and loving family-in-law, I did not feel uncomfortable with them at all, even I felt warm with them. The family affection that I could not feel before, now I finally feel and I am very grateful God allowed me to enter the family as well as Kenzie. Then today, our long-time baby is finally present. I can't imagine how happy Kenzie and his family are to hear this good news." Azira laughed silly thinking about it.

It turned out to be the fruit of this kind of patience, he thought. After being showered with various kinds of suffering in the past which was very tiring, God finally gave him the opportunity to taste how sweet the fruit of patience he had been cultivating.

Sweet, sweet to the point that it can't forget how it tastes.

"Thank you God, thank you.." In the end, all this happened on the pleasure of Allah.

Azira could not help but continue to thank him for all this happiness.

"Thank you, God." Soft whisper.

"Mom, see? It turns out that what Mother once said is true that God never leaves us. God is always with us, Mom. He is there, always with us. I'm sorry, Mom. Sorry for frequently hurting Mom and turning everything on to God. Mother repeatedly reminded me to be patient and accept everything because God never sleeps. But I've never listened to Mom, stubborn, I've always been like this. Now look at the grace that God has bestowed on my life. It's unbelievable. I used to grow up without a father and maybe because of our difficult lives, Mom was sometimes tough on me. But now that Mom is gone, after my only support in the world is gone, God suddenly sends me a very kind and warm family. I never dreamed of having a family this warm, Mom. They gave me the love of a Father and a Mother, then accepted me for who I was regardless of our past, Mom. I'm really very happy... And it would be so happy again if I could see all this. I'm sure you're just as happy as I am." The sense of joy slowly became sorrow in the heart.

Now she's going to be a mother. Drawing his memories back to the past when he lived a kara with the Capital in the city out of nowhere. Because life is so difficult, the gentleness that is inside you becomes hard. Azira often bickers with her mother. He used to be quietly yelled at or beaten by Mother, but over time as he grew up he began to lose patience and often reply to Mother's words with harsh words as well. Azira was wrong, so wrong. The harsh words that came out of his mouth must have been like a sharp knife that sliced through Mom's heart many times. The fact is that Mom was being tough on him for her own sake too. Where maybe you mean bad, no. That's not true. Mom was always a good person. But it was delivered in a different way.

Just thinking about it now... Suddenly his heart throbbed in pain because of him...

"I miss you so much, Mother." Whisper homesick.