My Imam, Surgaku
(18). For you, I don't want to share.

Night has been saying hello changing noon a few hours ago. Presenting the goddess of the night with the stars is like the night before. But tonight somehow feels very different. Even the wind tonight feels very cold. Spice the skin to the bones of anyone who is still passing by outside the house.

Supposedly, someone has slept peacefully and shaded their beautiful dreams. But Azalea could not even close her eyes and follow her dreams as most people do at night. 

Unable to sleep, Azalea chose to rise from her bed and flick her bedroom curtains. Then he slowly opened the door that was connected to the balcony of his room. Standing there staring up. Featuring a moon that carries light as well as stars that sprinkle its dazzling flashes of light behind the sky. Even dancing - nari in the sky there.

Azalea pensively in silence. What he has in mind at this time is that the reality of the night is not just a change of time when the sun sinks. But when contemplated more deeply, the night has its own meaning. Where God shows his power and love through the beauty of the stars and the moon in pairs reflects light on the clear night sky. Azaleas always loved the night.

Where, during the silent night, he freely expressed himself, which he hid all day in front of everyone. Night is also one of the healing media that Azalea and a group of other people usually do.

Amidst the silence and silence of the night, a pair of hands gently curled nicely at the slender waist of Azalea. No need to look. Azalea had already memorized the scent of someone's body hugging her tightly from behind.

"Why stand outside hmm? It's late, baby. Later you catch a cold." that hoarse but sexy voice greeted Azalea's sense of hearing so loudly.

"The place can't sleep, brother. Why did my own brother wake up? Aza forgot to close the balcony door, right?" azalea asked with a guilty feeling.

"Hmm, you forgot to close the balcony door. So Brother woke up because of the cool night breeze with brazen caressing the skin of Brother,"

Husain realized that his little wife was not wearing a hijab. Even the clothes that Azalea was wearing were short-sleeved. Luckily, Azalea was wearing long pants.

"Look in, baby. You don't wear a hijab. Your hair and arms can be seen by others" Husain said.

"Stay it's midnight, brother. No one's gonna see us,"

"Not only humans, animals will be forbidden to see your awrah dear. Even share your shadow, Brother is not ridho. So now let's go inside the room." Husain said absolutely.

Azalea nodded. I do not want to dispute Husain's words.

"Here Brother Puk-puk let you quickly sleep. We have to work tomorrow, baby."

Husain stretched out his left hand. Asking Azalea to sleep next to him with her arms.

"Abang." call Azalea who has secured her position in Husain's warm embrace.

"Hmm?" answer Husain with a murmur.

"Why are there bad people in this world?" sometimes in the brain of Azalea there are many random questions that suddenly appear. I don't know if Azalea doesn't know why.

"The bad man started from a good man who was hurt." said Husain with his eyes closed but his hands did not stop patting slowly Azalea's back.

"Everybody is good. But there are some people whose kindness is even underestimated and even underestimated. Which ultimately makes a good person bad because he thinks his kindness is not appreciated by others" said Husain.

"Sleep, baby,"

"Wait, one more, this promise is the last. Why aren't you looking for a woman who's much prettier and smarter than Aza?"

Azalea's random question this time was able to attract one hundred percent of Husain's consciousness that had been almost lost due to drowsiness.

"Because it was Brother's heart that led Abang to choose you to be his companion in the world and in the hereafter." replied Husain as he kissed the head of Azalea fondly.

"Abang can always answer Aza's questions firmly without hesitation,"

"Because there's no question that doesn't have an answer. As long as you want to think and reflect on the question, you will definitely find the answer. If it's not people, then circumstances will answer."

Husain looked at Azalea's nose, looking at her in awe.

"It's late, baby, let's go to bed. Tomorrow's another question and answer session,"

"Oh, ay captain."

...-- HUSAYN and AZALEA---...

Husayn's men heard the sound of naji coming from the mosque near their house. Slowly Husain opened both of his eyelids. The first thing that greeted his sense of sight was the innocent and cute face of his sleeping wife.

Husain will never get tired of seeing his wife's sweet face. Even Husain will never be sick of always throwing a lot of praise for his wife.

"Honey, wake up. The first one."

There is no lawfulness. Azalea remained peacefully wading through her dreams that were somehow contained.

"My princess, wake up. Come on, my dear!"

Still same. Azalea still did not move a bit.

"Beautiful, let's get up. His sleep continued later after the dawn prayer."

Succeeds. Azalea squirmed in her sleep. Slowly, slowly, the beautiful eyeball that was closed overnight was back in sight.

"Good morning, my sunshine. Have a nice morning, my little wife. I always love u everytime and everyday,"

What a happy greeting in the morning to Azalea.

"Good morning too, my emperor. Have a nice morning too. I always love you too everyday and everytime,"

"Come on, my queen."

The hand was welcomed by Azalea. Hand in hand towards the bathroom does not seem like a bad thing.

...-- HUSAYN and AZALEA---...

According to Azalea, Husain with his formal outfit is a very perfect blend. Because Husain will look many times more dashing and authoritative. While Husain with his casual outfit will look like a cool and famous tongkrongan child.

One more thing that Azaleas liked the most about Husain was his eyes and smile. Husain's eyes looked very pretty. Even Azalea seemed to be hypnotized by Husain's eyes every time she looked at him. Whereas if Husain smiled, that smile would be contagious to others.

People say, we should be generous people, like to share with others. But this time Azalea wanted to be selfish. For Husain, Azalea did not want to share with anyone other than the creator and mother Husain.

- - To Be Continue - - - - -