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"I'm not mad at you! I don't hate you for what I heard tonight.

Yeah, I know. It could have happened because you lived outside the country. But, if it was me. That would never happen. I'm sorry for forcing you to reveal everything. I'm not doing that because I'm the kind of ignorant woman who would interfere in your personal life. No, I'm not like that." I opened my voice again between the silence of the air.

The aroma of therapy sourced from the candles that Mas Araf lit felt to calm my soul which had been slightly heated up.

Handsome, kind, disciplined, smiling, friendly, patient, assertive, responsible. The Mas Araf I know is such a figure, all this time I have no complaints whatsoever about him.

Seeing her fragile and crying while having a hiccup made me feel immense sadness. I didn't know what to say, and I didn't know how to comfort him either. I'm still in shock, like a bullet that keeps punching my heart, I still feel pain.

If I can't comfort myself then how can I comfort him? It's not a simple matter, seeing Mas Araf desperate I feel hurt. I even sat down a little bit and moved away from him because I didn't want him to know I was hurt.

My sprained leg did not want to help me, the more I tried to hold my pain so as not to explode the more my legs felt throbbing.

"I know revealing the past to the couple is unnecessary. Thank you for being honest with me.

I respect you more! Not because you made a mistake, but because you want to account for all the mess you've made. That's all." My welcome again, Mas Araf's face is still down. His tears did not stop dripping.

I raised Mas Araf's chin carefully, his eyes looking swollen. Tonight it was not only me who cried, but Araf also looked frustrated with the dark story of his past.

"Whoever is that girl, whether she is connected to a Car reem, a Motorcycle reem or a Bicycle reem though, I don't care at all. So don't torture yourself for old wounds." This time I whispered in Mas Araf's ear, I hugged him, I tried to calm him down, I also tried to stroke his curly hair. Still the sound of her crying still filled my sense of hearing. For the first time in my life I saw another man crying in front of me other than Brother Alan.

"If you're still crying I promise I'll leave you, stop crying!" This time I teased Mas Araf with a reassuring voice.

It didn't take long, Mas Araf instantly broke away from my embrace, he wiped the corner of the eye with the back of his hand. We looked at each other, our eyes full of love and respect growing larger.

"You're still mad at me, I can't look you in the face." Mas Araf said slowly, he returned to his knees while holding my finger tightly.

"If you don't look at me on the count of three, I'll definitely look for a much better replacement than you." Again I teased Mas Araf with an empty threat, my laughter almost broke but I turned to the left while trying hard to laugh.

"Are you still in touch with that girl? Answer it honestly!" This time I urged Mas Araf with a short answer.

"No! I never thought about anything else until I got in touch with him. We never spoke after the bad stuff."

"That's enough for me! No longer need to endure old wounds, let me be the antidote to your heart. I will willingly cure him.

One day, if Mas Araf gets bored with me Mas Araf has to say everything in front of me, then I can get ready to get out of your life." My chatter while cupping the handsome face of Mas Araf with both hands.

"Until I'm gone I'll never leave you. That's my promise to you, the promise of a man in love."

"I believe you, Honey. I also promise I will try to do my best for this relationship. May our relationship not only be in the world but get to Heaven." Mas Araf who heard my words looked very happy. The happiness that I myself cannot measure its depth.

Muacch!

I landed a brief kiss in Mas Araf's left and right eyes lovingly. Suddenly I felt embarrassed to see Mas Araf's surprised expression.

"I'm making a mark here and here with the intention of never looking at another woman other than myself." I said softly while sweeping Mas Araf's eyelids with my lentic fingers.

Muaacch!

I again floated a small kiss on Mas Araf's face, starting from his forehead, then down to his left and right cheeks, and ended up on his beautiful lips.

"I also put marks on each side of your face, I tried to remove any trace of the woman who had dared to approach my prince. From now on you are clean of all the things related to the little girl that once lay in your heart. And lastly..."

For a moment I was silent, I looked back at Mas Araf lovingly, smiling at him while occasionally playing his nose bangir.

A second later I let out another kiss, this time it was different not in Mas Araf but in the chest of his field. Mas Araf was surprised to find my treatment, he almost fell off the sofa but I quickly grabbed his arms.

Mas Araf was no less happy than me, he smiled very widely. Her smile was as beautiful as a full moon and it made me fall in love.

"Thank you for everything. I love you my Son, I love you so much."

I tried to release my body from Mas Araf's tight embrace.

"If you love me so much can I ask you for something?" I asked while folding both arms in front of the chest.

"Everything's yours. I'll do everything for you!" Reply Mas Araf without a doubt. He looked at me, his shade netra looked swollen from crying since then, even though his good looks did not fade in the slightest.

"The night is getting late, can we go to the room and rest? I don't want to walk, Mas Araf has to carry me, don't tell me I'm a spoiled wife for acting like a child. Blame my feet for not listening to me for not being spoiled for you!" My babble while pointing at my ankle that is still wrapped in bandages.

Not a word came out from Mas Araf's words, he immediately carried me without warning, his face filled with a smile, he said, walking up the stairs then ended up in our room located on the second floor.

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Allah Akbar...

Allah Akbar...

I woke up just as Azan was reverberating all over the city, I was smiling, I was happy, and I felt an incredible smell. I woke up in the morning and realized I was in the arms of the most beautiful man in the world.

Last night was the toughest time for both of us, even though being in Mas Araf's room still couldn't keep quiet, he kept apologizing, apologizing until he fell asleep.

I looked at the handsome face of Mas Araf with a smile, understanding how beautiful the Lord in front of me is. Swiping his face with my finger then floated a brief kiss at the top of his head.

A second later I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself up and faced my Lord. Indeed, the moment of Prayer is the moment I like the most in the morning. How not, when some people are sleeping me as the Messenger of Allah, Muhammad SAW woke up as heavy as any drowsiness whack and as cold as water in the morning just to get closer to the Power.

Assalamu'alaikumwarahmatullah's chat...

I turned to the right and left of the sign that my prayer had ended, now the calmness filled my chest cavity, and I was grateful for that.

"Mas, Mas Araf. Wakes up. It's time to pray Shahuh." I shook Mas Araf's burly body after I finished the do'a and sat down nearby.

"Five minutes, Honey." Say Mas Araf with a soft sound typical of waking up. Instead of waking up he put his head on my lap. He's really spoiled.

"It feels comfortable!" Mas Araf said again, his eyes still closed.

"I don't like lazy men, if you dare to leave your prayers then one day I will definitely leave you." My babble while playing my lentic fingers in Mas Araf's black hair.

Like being electrocuted, Mas Araf directly lifted his head from my lap. He rubbed both eyes with his fingers. A second later he started looking at me with a sharp look.

"Never threaten me like that, I'd rather jump from a hundred-story building than imagine losing you. I promise, I will not leave my prayer even if I am on the battlefield."

"I just want to hear that from you. Shower, pray, and be prepared. Half an hour later I will visit Mama Riska's house, she called me to come to her house, she said there was something important.

Mas Araf doesn't need to drive me if Mas Araf is busy. I can go with Amri." I said while getting out of bed.

"I'll take you. Wait for me." Reply Mas Araf quickly, a second later he entered the bathroom. There was no reply from me other than a nod of the head.

I smiled at Mas Araf's sweet behavior, what else do I need? All the things that every woman wants are in Mas Araf. His past is very dear, I can not back down again, all I can do is hold his hand and walk together on the road blessed by God.

This morning I woke up in his arms, I hope this beautiful moment will always repeat itself until I close my eyes.

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