Memorization of the Qur'An for Afra
CHAPTER 41: PREMONITION

That morning Afra seemed busy with her activities. After subhu, she has prepared all the needs of her husband who will be out of town for office projects. Nature is cheerful and the morning sun is very friendly. The light broke in from behind the glass window and touched Afra's face.

Ziran walked over to his wife who was arranging clothes into her suitcase.

"I've only been there a week and will be home as soon as possible if everything's settled." Said Ziran peeping at Afra.

"Yes. The meal should be regular also pray and not forget, yes."Afra's sweat was so attentive. His hands tidied Ziran's hair to make it look more neat.

"Ready, Captain. I'll miss you there." Ziran turned to fix his wife's instant hijab that was slightly tilted.

"Hm, me too. It's almost too late yet to leave?" Afra prodded to see Ziran's face clearly.

"Then I'm leaving now." Finally Ziran. His left hand picked up the suitcase, his other hand held Afra's hand and they walked up to the porch.

Zanira had been sitting relaxing while drinking her warm tea on the porch seat of the house. He also joined his two brothers.

"Be careful, the temptations out there are many. Remember there is a Wife at home, just be careful if you reach khilaf." Zanira said to his sister.

"May not, Brother. I pray that you will not be tempted by the temptations of the damned Satan, they are very adept at ensnaring men in the pit of sin. Nauzubillahminzalik." Afra's prayer stroked the chest to remember God.

His hand house has never been the toughest test like other couples. And Afra's inner self was suddenly uncomfortable when her premonition said that something bad would happen to her family. I don't know what it is? Afra became restless.

"Aminn, thank you for my wife. I'm leaving now because the trip out of town is taking quite a long time." Afra tried to shake off her bad feelings. Soon Ziran's hands were shone and as usual, Ziran would kiss Afra's forehead lovingly and affectionately.

"Take care of yourself, if you're going anywhere, tell me." Ziran's last message before he leaves.

"Surely, Brother."

Ziran hugged Afra like that hug to miss that will be delayed for another week. Hugs came off and Ziran started walking out of the presence of the two women and entered his car.

"Dadah ..., Don't forget to go home! Remember out there a lot of actors, just beware you are tempted! Remember your wife is waiting at home!" Zanira again voiced the steps of Ziran's departure. Yeah, he was just reminding me before that happened.

Ziran's car has disappeared from Afra and Zanira's sight. Afra exhaled a tired breath and lowered her head. Not waiting for a long time, the two women moved into the house.

"sister, I'm going to the room." Afra said she wanted to climb up the stairs, but Zanira first pulled her sister-in-law's hand to stay still.

"Later on, what if you accompany Brother to cook chicken soup. Brother again wants to eat warm." Pinta Zanira immediately pulled Afra into the kitchen without waiting for an answer.

Afra also complies.

In the kitchen, Afra was silent in front of the entrance while watching Zanira who had unpacked the contents of the refrigerator. Busy looking to find ingredients for making chicken soup. 

"Fish or Chicken?" Ask Zanira to yourself. "Okay, this one is it!" And the choice fell on the fish. Instantly Afra laughed when before Zanira had weighed two ingredients in the hand, one of which would be chosen.

He said he wanted chicken soup?why did it turn into a fish?

"Sister Zani wants to make some fish soup, huh? But did he say he wanted chicken soup?" Tanya Afra was still laughing. He approached his sister-in-law who appeared to be smiling in embarrassment.

Well, Afra was a little amused by Zanira's silly behavior.

"Oh, heheh, suddenly so the change is over, Dek. Let's make some fish soup!" He said he lifted two thumbs.

Afra started cutting the carrots and Zanira cleaned the fish. They are busy in their respective activities and therefore Zanira can not stand not talking trying to open his voice.

"You know what, Dek?" Afra blinked her eyes before looking back at Zanira.

"No idea, Brother." Sahut Afra got a look of annoyance.

"Yes, obviously, Brother hasn't told me. How the hell are you!" Now that Zanira had finished cleaning the fish, she walked up and sat down next to Afra who had refocused on cutting the carrots into dice.

"Hehe, sorry, Brother. Is the story good?" Afra asked to make sure she was afraid if the story was bad, her anxiety even increased. His mood is bad.

"There's good and no. Where do you want to hear first?" Zanira propped up her chin while raising her eyebrows. "I'm sure you'll like it!"

"If it's good?"

"It's great news I met Kiki at the bookstore a week ago. It's been a long time, but didn't have time to tell because your husband is still the same as you." Afra's eyes narrowed and chuckled. Is her brother-in-law really seriously like Alki? Ah, he should not have to think far, if he likes what is the problem for him? Of course not anymore! The problems of the three of them are over.

"Oh, so that's what made Brother Zanira always smile to herself these few days, huh?" Tempta Afra poked the nose pointed at Zanira and did not forget his ignorant grin.

"Haha, unfortunately it's true. That's because he nolongin I almost fell when he wanted to pick up a book on the top shelf. So sweet isn't it?" Zanira felt that moment was the most beautiful with Alki.

"Oh bad, Brother is already so bucin huh? Hopefully, Kak Zani is really a match with Kiki."

"Aamiin...."

Afra's prayer was answered by Zanira. They finally laughed together. Their closeness is fairly fast because it is still a few months since Afra's status changed to Ziran's wife. However, sister and sister-in-law are like friends, where to confide and share.

After finishing the fish soup ala Afra and Zanira, now the two women are still sitting in the dining room for a moment while having a small conversation.

Seeing Afra leaving the dining room, Zanira quickly followed. Afra smiled briefly at Zanira who was now walking side by side.

"You're sick, huh? How drowning is that?" Zanira's hand stuck to Afra's forehead checking her sister-in-law's body temperature. But not hot, so why?

"I'm fine, brother." Subterfuge Afra tried to paint a smile, but it looks once forced.

"Sister isn't stupid, Sister-in-law. Tell me why?" Urge Zanira to pull Afra to sit on the living room sofa. "Sister girl, you're a girl so we're the same. When a girl says 'i'm fine' it means she's not okay." Another imbibing.

Zanira was right, women can't sing things perfectly, because they're easy to guess. The look on Afra's troubled face is very visible.

"I feel uncomfortable, brother. There's something strange, a bad feeling is haunting me." Afra closed her eyes in frustration as the ugly shadows were dancing in her eyes.

"About what?"

"My house, brother."

"Oh, did you think about that? Already, you better ask Allah that your household is always strong from the trials that will surely come. I've heard a lecture if every household must have problems, hopefully you can get through it with Ziran. Amyn..."

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