Memorization of the Qur'An for Afra
CHAPTER 40: MY HEAVENLY ANGEL

That night after isya. A couple of halal lovers were sitting together in the garden behind the house, while chatting small ended with a laugh together.

They sit on the Japanese grass that adorns the garden behind their house. Beside the beautiful-looking flowers shone under the moonlight.

"You used to be so whiny." Chirping Ziran suddenly.

"Ah, time? I don't feel that bad, huh." Kilah Afra with her face turned into a frown looked at Ziran.

"Your love is so bad that you forget your childhood memories. Remember when you ran and fell? You cry, right? Ah, that's not the one once, falling from the crybaby slide as well." Ketus Ziran tells how cute Afra was as a child.

Ziran used to always comfort Afra if crying, maski did not deny Alki was just as concerned for the woman. Ah, why should it even get caught up in the traitor! Forget it, this story is only for them, hopefully there is no third person.

"Seriously? how did I forget, huh?" Afra said in interspersed with her arms that hit her head a little hard. Ziran who saw it then intercepted Afra's hand to commit self-mutilation.

"Don't hurt yourself, you can shake your brain if you hit it. Well, if you don't remember, it doesn't matter, honey." Exhaling roughly, Ziran hugged Afra.

Both of them were dissolved in silence. Afra was lulled by a soft pat on her shoulder due to Ziran's treatment of wanting to put a child to sleep. Afra closed her eyes, but soon her eyes opened again.

"Singing me a song, brother." Afra said while changing position to sleep on her back. He made Ziran's thigh as a cushion.

"Darling I'm not good at singing, just ask for something else, okay?" Reply Ziran smiled clumsyly.

"No, just sing a song! Otherwise I'll just sleep outside." Afra pretended to sulk in bed accompanying Ziran.

Sighing and taking a breath, Ziran replied, "Yes, yes, I sing. What song do you want, honey?"

Smiling happy Afra fondly fondled the answer before answering.

"Well, don't ask me what song? You're not good at singing, so it's up to you to sing what." Cibir Afra with an amused chuckle.

Funny, not good at singing but still ask Afra to request a song.

"Hahaha, right too. Wait a minute, I remember the song." Ziran was silent for a while while thinking about the song, his hand continued to stroke Afra's head wrapped in hijab. Till...

"Well, there's a song I remember. I'm singing now?" Ask Ziran.

"Yes now, brother, just a minute!"

Ziran laughed at his wife's annoyance. But only briefly, because after that Afra was fixated on hearing the song that Ziran chose to sing.

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Every human being has a love, a love,

which must be kept his joy

but there are people who are helpless, but,

when lies come to rest

I want him, though,

who has loyal.

Who can maintain their purity.

When I wasn't there,

I'm far from him, though,

amanah is also his guardian

Refs

Your heart is my refuge, my,

My God approved that, though,

made you my wife

Thou art.....

Surgaku Angel

No one understands, though,

the wolf lacks me

except you, my son

Forgive me

with my stupidity

who cannot guide you

Refs

Your heart is my refuge, my,

My God approved that, though,

made you my wife

Thou art.....

Angel Surgaku.

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Afra's tears fell on Ziran's thigh. The song touched the recesses of his heart so much that it dissolved until it could not stem the tears. Ziran smiled widely as she rubbed the trace of Afra's tears.

"Why choose that song?" Ask Afra curiously. His face was still flushed with tears.

"Because you are the Angel of Surgaku. Wife of the world and my hereafter."

That night they spent talking about their love. The childhood love that has now become the halal love. Same is unexpected.

***

In room.

"Sister, I was accepted to teach at the Al-Akbar boarding school."

Ziran who was leaning on the headboard and busy on the laptop saw some company emails coming in, diverted when his wife said so.

"Alhamdulillah .. bagud dong, dear." Reply Ziran smiled.

"Silver Permission?" Afra came closer to the top of the bed.

"Being a figure of Ustadzah, right, good. taught the santri that got the charity reward, right?" Afra laughed seeing Ziran raise an eyebrow at her.

"Haha, it's true. Thanks for the blessing, brother."

"Either. When did you start teaching him?" Ziran got up to go put the laptor on the table in the room and lay down next to his wife.

"Next week, brother. And for his work hours, 8 am to 3 pm."

"Hm, long time too, but not pa-pa.

Just so you don't forget to take care of yourself and take care of your health." Ziran Sweat.

"Ready, Captain. Later if you have started teaching, I go there just take a motorcycle, brother?" Ask Afra later.

"Danger ..."

"Nonono, I'll be careful. The maximum speed of the motor is 60 km/h only, can dong kak. Pity if you want to be picked up by Brother." His whine shook Ziran's shoulder.

"Well, I can, but if I can, I'll take my wife there myself."

"Okay, I agree. Just don't get tired."

"Wife ride a tired car? There's just you." Ziran pulled Afra's nose making her blush.

"Curl, naughty. Saakitt!" She knitted her husband's arm. And lastly they laughed together.

Not long after Afra had spoken again,

"Sister, I want to ...," Afra hung up the words making Ziran bring the curious face closer.

"Ekhm .., what do you want?" Ziran's oath wanted to blow up the laughter because her brain instead thought of something else about what Afra wanted. You must know!

"I'm .." No! If a woman wants to ask for something that makes her ego sting should think a few times first. "That's me ...,"

Ziran who was anxious with Afra's behavior made her heart dag dig dug and closed her eyes neutralizing her reaction.

"If you want to ask for something do not delay, talk about it try a clear darling." Ziran bit her lower lip staring at Afra who was innocently staring at her.

"Ituloh, Brother. Yesterday Brother read me Surah An-Naba, now I want Surah Ar-Rahman. I'm quick to sleep when I hear Big Brother's sweet voice about it." Well, every Afra will fall asleep Ziran always recites Surah Koran according to the wishes of the wife or initiative Ziran himself wants to read what surah. It became a habit after they got married.

However, Afra's answer made Ziran throw his mind out earlier. He figured....

"Well, how come his face is so manyun, brother?" Afra asked, looking at Ziran's face that changed drastically.

"Oh, what's wrong, honey. You want to hear the Surah of Ar-Rahman, right? Then I'll go to the bathroom for a minute."

Afra stared at the puzzled strange behavior of Ziran who had passed into the bathroom.

"Loh, Brother Ziran why do you think so, anyway? Like keblet peed so much."

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