My Imam, Surgaku
(21). Women's cries.

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 carefully. Afraid of waking Husain who was sleeping soundly. After making sure Husain was not disturbed, Azalea walked slowly and slowly as possible towards the balcony of the room. Disconnect the navy-colored hoods that cover the balcony doors. After he opened the half-hordeng, Azalea now opened the balcony door slowly. I did not forget that he closed the door again.

Enjoying the night breeze on the balcony while witnessing the beauty of the night is something that is very calming. Moreover, the night sky always displays the moon with a bright light as well as stars that sprinkle their 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 usually does.

Feeling better, Azalea went back inside her room. But instead of going to bed and joining in the blanket with Husain, Azalea walked to his desk instead. Sitting there while staring at the glass bottle containing white roses with a faint smile. 

The clock had already shown at 1am, but Azalea did not care about it. All he had in mind was how he could find a good design for his manager.

There were about thirty minutes Azalea looked at the white paper that was still clean without a streak on her desk, but in fact Azalea had not found the design idea that she would use.

Feelings of resentment, sadness and frustration mixed into one. Make a slowly clear liquid out of her beautiful eyelids. The cries of Azalea were slow, but Husayn's sensitivity was very high. As slow as Azalea was, Husain could still hear her.

In a semi-conscious state, Husain forced both his eyes open. His pupils moved here and there looking for the whereabouts of the wife. And no need to wait for long, Husain immediately found Azalea sitting down and face down on the table.

"Dear."

Without asking much, Husain gently stroked Azalea's unraveled hair. Swiping it continuously until it felt Azalea had calmed down a little and was willing to raise her head to look at him.

"Why hm? Here's the same story, brother."

As the head of the family, Husain played an important role in the happiness of his family. Including giving hugs, shoulders and hugs to family members in need.

Because in fact, getting married is not just a matter of us making love legalized by state and religious laws. It is not just a matter of uniting two heads to build a household and decide to have offspring. Especially about age and family demands. Nope.

But getting married also means calmness. Getting married is about loving yourself enough and being willing to share your love with others throughout your life. And make sure he is comfortable and happy living with you.

"Aza is upset Brother. Aza did not get the idea to design clothes. While the deadline given by the manager is soon." Azalea sniffled.

"Now it's night baby, time for bed. You cannot force your brain to continue working all day without rest. Your brain also needs to rest for a while and breathe fresh air, so that your brain can do its job tomorrow well. So now, you rest first huh. Tomorrow help you find inspiration for your dress design. Okay, Amour?"

"OKAY. But I promise ya?"

After the negotiations, Husayn took Azalea back to their bed. Hugging his wife's tiny body while patting her shoulder gently.

"Did you?"

"Hmm, uh,"

Husayn was only able to answer the call of Azalea with a brief mutter. Both of his eyes were tightly closed. The man was completely engulfed in an incredible drowsiness. But he had to stay awake to make sure that his wife was asleep.

"I'm sorry, Aza was really crying. So make you wake up from a good night's sleep, brother,"

Husain's closed eyes opened immediately. His face slightly lowered for the sake of looking at the face of Azalea who was right in front of his chest.

"It's okay, love. It is only natural that women are easily cry. Because the heart of the woman is soft. If all women are strong and not easy to cry, then what are the shoulders and breasts of men for? God created the man's shoulders and chest as the most comfortable support for their partner. So do not think because you are a woman who is easily cry, you will be burdened with it. Big no's! Ur understanding, love?"

"Yes, love."

"Okay now gurantamin your eyes. Think of the dress design tomorrow."

Husayn's hands always moved slowly patting Azalea's shoulders. His lips also echoed Al-mulk's letter and Ar-rahman's letter as Azalea's lullaby.

After the last verse of the letter of Ar-rahman which Husayn read, Azalea fell asleep in Husayn's warm embrace.

"Good nite, love. I love u."

Kiss dear Husain gave Azalea who had waded through her beautiful dreams.

"You must know, though, at the end of the day you're the person I want to come home to.You're the person I want to tell how my day went.You're the person I want to share my happinest, sadness, sadness, frustration, and success. Stay healthy my heaven."

"Honey, there are billions of love stories disseminated by their own creators. Love stories have a brother or yours, not the only most beautiful. But got you in your love story, brother, it's the most beautiful."

Husayn always revealed all his heart for Azalea when Azalea was asleep or in writing. Because Husain was not that brave to say everything. He was only ashamed to see the reaction that Azalea showed later after she uttered her heart.

Perhaps, it was impossible to find someone who would never hurt. Because no one loves you as much as God, find someone willing to do anything to fix it.

Because there is no perfect soul mate. God brings two people together to perfect each other.

- To Be Continue