Memorization of the Qur'An for Afra
CHAPTER 13: HALAL LOVER

The sweet voice sounded again. For the second time.

The verse he put down softly draped in the ears of the girl who was still asleep. The more comfortable to close the thick blanket to his body, hugging his cotton roll is no less tight. He was dreaming, there was a figure of a man who recited the Quran with so martyrdom that he did not want to wake up from sleep. He forced those eyes to close. Afraid when he woke up that voice would vanish.

"Hm." The girl was lulled with the beautiful voice of the man. Surah Al-Baqorah became a soft verse recited by the man, defeating all the popularity of world music. "I want every day to hear your voice reciting the Quran. Can you?" The girl muttered softly, smiling in her eyes.

However,

Suddenly the smile faded as the melodious recitation of the Quran disappeared. The sigh was weak, disappointed to lose the man's voice.

"Hey .. "the girl squirms in her sleep. There were soft claps on both of his cheeks making him feel strange. And that voice, that,

"My wife, wake up .. "the sweet voice of the man who made her fall in love.

The two sealed beads belonging to the girl slowly opened. Afraid she had a dream and misheard, if the man had just called her wife? But the fact is that it's real. In front of his eyes was the face he admired. The girl did not want to be a hypocrite, belied this man's good looks. In reality, that guy is handsome.

The two different beads collided with each other. Equally fixated. Secretly diving into the eyes of his fellow partner.

"Astagfirullah, brother Ziran, what is it here?" Humped in shock the girl who is none other than Afra, quickly wake up and tidy up the hijab pairs that she wears.

"Loh, loh. How about lingling, then?" Ziran stared intensely at Afra who seemed to forget what had happened. "Not yesterday we have .... "

"A-Astagfirullah! Sorry brother, sorry!"

The memory of that time recovered instantly. Afra's eyes were full. Immediately he obliterated himself running towards the bathroom and hiding in there. The shame! He was ashamed of his brain. He could have forgotten what happened yesterday! they were married, Ziran was her husband.

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"Afra, what's wrong with you?" Ziran's tone sounded worried when his wife who ran away suddenly. There was no response from Afra, Ziran returned to his voice. "If you don't answer, I'll go in!" The tone was between threatening unwillingly, and excessive anxiety. Ziran knocked on the door again.

"Eh, not pa-pa, brother. I-I want to get ready to pray Subhu." Afra answered nervously. Hurriedly he ran towards the Water faucet and turned it on for Ziran to believe.

Ziran breathes a sigh of relief. "Huff, okay, my wife. Then I wait, we pray subhu congregation."

"I-yes sister!" Thankfully Ziran believed. What if the door is broken and the shy face is seen by Ziran? Afra no longer knew where to take her face. Thank goodness it was just an Afra delusion.

In the room, a pair of halal lovers appear to be solemnly performing the congregational subhu prayer. This was the first time they prayed fardu together, Ziran became a priest and Afra became a mum. Again Afra was lulled by the prayer, the melodious voice of her husband. Until the last greeting, has not been able to make himself aware.

Ziran looked back, long enough for his wife to approach him. Well like other couples, waiting for the wife to greet her husband's hand and the husband kissed his wife's forehead after praying. That's what Ziran was waiting for. But, not coming. He saw Afra who kept looking down.

Afra pensively however, the lips did not stop smiling lightly. Ziran noticed instead followed up with a thin smile. Want to guess the contents of his wife's head, unfortunately the man did not get the title of mind reader from the power. Women always win above all else, well one of them they have advantages is hard to guess.

Jemari Ziran grabbed his wife's chin, lifting her up to meet her chocolate bead. "What are you thinking? Hm?" Ziran's face drew closer to his wife's. Instantly Ziran's eyes squinted sharply. "Oh, are you thinking of any other man besides your husband?"

Afra rounded his eyes for a moment, before squinting without accepting the accusation. "Indeed." She did not lie, she did think of Ziran instead of her husband.

Afra's words invited the husband's cynical piety. "Who's the lucky guy, hm? Say it! How dare she make my wife think about it, and let her husband be jealous!"

Honestly speaking, Afra wanted to prank Ziran a bit. Just a little, it's okay. "Oh, apparently my husband wants to know. Yes I told you. He's a forger! But it can make you miss, loh." Afra's eyes glanced at the ceiling of the room, pretending to be imagining the face. What was said was clearly in front of his eyes. "He is also very cute and handsome. The eyes of the man were very beautiful in view. Ah, her voice is also very sweet, making me fall for her."

Ziran's expression turned into an intimidating look at his wife. In the release of his fingers from Afra's chin and immediately move tickled his wife mercilessly.

"Smart is making a husband jealous. Feel this!" Even though the one in jealousy turned out to be him. Very amusing.

"Hahaha ..., Amused, Sis ..., amused .... "Afra stepped on her teeth, trying to take off Ziran's hand that tickled her stomach. "Non my sister, pardon ..." beg Ziran.

Looking at the corner of Afra's wet eyes, Ziran pity finally stopped tickling his wife. Afra's laughter was still left at the end of her fatigue laughing earlier.

"Be careful if you still dare to repeat. The punishment will be worse than this. Understand wife?" Both of Ziran's hands cupped his wife's cheeks. Afra looked resigned just nodding. "I really don't like being jealous, Afra. You can deduce my own nature this time. Outline, I don't like to share mine." Ziran showed his possessive side.

Ziran drew closer to Afra's face and poked the long forehead. "Let's promise me."

Afra looked at Ziran with a reddened face. She's embarrassed. "I can't promise, brother. Except ... "afra hangs the sentence.

"Except what?" Ziran.

Ziran laughed softly. "Of course my wife. Agree!"

Afra pinched her husband's nose. "good. Let's promise now!"

"Ekhem." Ziran cleared her voice.

"I am Muhammad Ziran Algaza, promising to keep my heart only for the property of my halal wife, Afraza Humairah. Wallahi, there won't be two of them."

Afra smiled happily. "Alhamdulillah. Thank you, brother," Afra's hands ruffled her husband's black mane. Afra stood up. "I'm out, brother. Make breakfast."

Afra stepped towards the door of the room about to exit however, before grabbing the door handle her one hand had been on hold. Afra turned to her angry-faced husband.

"Come on a promise to me too? Why just me?" Ziran commented not accepting himself in the trap. He promised, right? But why not his wife?

"Eh, it's sister." Sahut Afra who brought up the confused face of Ziran.

"When?"

"It's in my heart." Afra smiled sweetly trying to take off her hand which Ziran was holding. "I'll make breakfast first." Afra went out of the room.

Ziran is after his wife, this has to be done. Ziran can't be hung like a clothesline. He was curious, very curious! Afra who was spelling on the stairs was surprised to see Ziran coming down.

"Gapain down?" The gaze of Afra's eyes descended upon her husband from top to bottom,

" Wear the sarong again. Change it up, brother!"

"That's not important, my wife. Quickly voice your heart, keep your promise earlier. I wanna hear. Now!" Ziran stopped Afra's steps on the seventh rung from the bottom. "Don't make me curious." His hand held Afra's shoulder.

"Which heart can be voiced." Afra brushed off Ziran's hands on both shoulders. "Fear of flying." The steps continue to the next step. Secretly Afra smiled slightly with Ziran's behavior.

"Npus ... "

"Ouch .. this newlywed. Don't beat the mess here, dong! Your sister-in-law is unmarried, single. Please condition, yes."

Adami's voice came from the living room sofa. Relaxing with coffee and newspaper news. After Abi who just came out of the kitchen brought two coffees on a tray.

"May find a girlfriend, let's get married quickly! Do not be cool komantari halal couples continue. When marriage! Wanna be an old virgin!"

Ziran was holding back laughter seeing Abi who was nagging her sister-in-law. Adami has a frowny face.

"Abi ... " Irana came pinching her husband's arm slowly. "Not in the doain his son quickly married, even in vows!"

"Sorry, Umi."

Irana laughed when she heard David apologise. Take a coffee tray in her husband's hand and bring it to the living room table. "Come Nak Ziran here. Have coffee first."

Ziran was sculpting on the spot, swallowing his salivary bitters. A coffee?

"Ah, sorry Umi," Ziran did not feel good to say, scratching his non-itchy nape. " Can't drink coffee. Ziran is allergic to caffeine."

Well, Ziran is allergic to the caffeine contained in coffee. His reaction after drinking it, his body will itch, cold sweat and also get tired quickly. After seeing a doctor, he was allergic to caffeine in coffee. Since then, Ziran has not liked coffee.

"Yes already, brother drank this tea." Afra came with a warm cup of tea in her hand, smiling very sweetly at her husband.

"Well, my wife is understanding." Ziran also let out a bright smile, walking towards the heart. He grabbed his wife's face and in the sweet kiss pecked the head. "Thank you, my wife."

Instantly the temperature in the living room increases in heat. Making a sultry, three pairs of eyes that look at the behavior of the newlyweds. Irana and David smiled happily at the closeness of their son to her husband. However, Adami!

Adami immediately stood up from her seat, held up her coffee cup and walked towards the room. Singer Adami's soul is tormented. Thrashed want to have a partner for life as well. But he hasn't found the right one yet. And that lawful behavior, made his bantin scream bitterly.

"Please condition!"

- To be continue