My Imam, Surgaku
(3). Tahajud Sholat.

The clock still shows at 3 am. Or many call it a third of the night. Where at this time the Arsy of God opens wide. The moon smiles with the stars. Many prayers and do'a are in the sky when many eyes are closed.

Husain squirms in his sleep. Slowly his eyes opened. Looking straight ahead where the wife is sound asleep.

Well-favoured.

There are many words that Husayn really wants to describe about how beautiful God created the appearance and morals of his wife. But it feels like it will take a lot of time to describe everything, therefore Husain only chose the word beautiful to describe it. Even today the beautiful face was more beautiful many times when the moon put its light on the face of Azalea.

Cup.

Husain kissed his wife's soft lips slightly open a sign of how slumbering the wife.

"My love, let's get up. We pray tahajud congregation." whispered Husain while gently rubbing the cheeks of chubby red - relax Azalea.

Azalea just muttered while writhing. No intention of chiming in or even just opening your eyes. The beautiful girl even secured the position of being hugging Husain.

While Husain who got a warm embrace arrived - arriving from Azalea immediately mengawum sweet smile.

"My wife, my love, my dear, my bidadar, let's get up." whispered Husain once more. Hopefully this time Azalea will open her eyes a little.

"Five more minutes, Mother," muttered Azalea without opening her eyes.

Again Husain chuckled. Very anxious with his wife.

"It's me, your husband, my love." whispered Husain gently.

The eyes that were originally tightly closed now began to graze.

"Assalamu'alaikum, my love," said Husain when the clear net of Azalea opened.

Azalea was surprised to see a man beside her. Almost the girl threw a punch, but Husayn quickly caught Azalea's tiny fist.

"I'm your husband, love. Look at the evidence we wear the same ring." said Husain softly. His right hand is embedded in their wedding ring he juxtaposed with the right hand Azalea which is also embedded diamond ring is very beautiful.

Azalea. After a minute of walking, he remembered that his status had now changed to a wife.

"Sorry, Aza forgot," he said softly.

"Father, baby,"

Looking at Azalea's eyes that were about to close again, Husain chuckled. Anxiously he kissed Azalea's cheek. Consider it a morning kiss from him.

"Well wake up, my dear. We pray tahajud congregation," asked Husain between the kisses on the cheeks of Azalea.

"Engg, Aza is still sleepy," he protested with a look of annoyance.

"Here I help you to the bathroom,"

Husain carried Azalea's tiny body to the bathroom. At first the woman was surprised, but after that she even secured herself in Husain's arms. Again - again his wife's behavior is able to make Husain anxious.

Husayn sat Azalea down on the sink with his heart. He used his left hand to hold Azalea's weight, while his right hand was used to open the tap water. Husayn gently washed his wet hands towards Azalea's face.

"Cold," whined Azalea.

"Hold yes, my dear,"

After finishing washing Azalea's face, Husayn took turns washing her face.

"My dear, do you want to brush your teeth or help me, hm?" husayn whispered in the ear of Azalea.

Azalea's eyes instantly opened perfectly.

"Aza himself," he said.

"Yes already,"

Husayn took Azalea's toothbrush and poured her toothpaste over her toothbrush. He did the same thing with his toothbrush.

"Why is it like that?" asked Azalea between her teeth.

"I'm jealous" Husain said to the point.

"I'm jealous because the toothbrush has dared to touch your lips and gums" Husain protested.

Blushes

Azalea's cheeks suddenly warmed. Not wanting to be ashamed, Azalea lowered her face so that Husain could not see her reddened cheeks. But because of the position of Azalea who was sitting on the sink, while Husain stood between the legs of Azalea, certainly makes Husain can still see the face of Azalea who was reddened.

"You are beautiful when you blush again, my love," praised Husain sincerely.

"Mother can not be. Not good for my heart health," said Azalea a little upset.

Cup

Azalea was shocked when Husayn kissed her lips.

"And I told you my love, it is forbidden to call me father,"

"Keep calling what?" ask Azalea plain.

Husain spread his shoulders indifferently. Continue brushing his teeth again.

"It's up to you to call me what,"

Azalea made a thoughtful gesture which made Husain smile.

"Why call my darling?"

Husain was almost overwhelmed when he heard the romantic call from the tiny lips of Azalea.

"Or my love? Just like you called Aza with my call of love," continued Azalea.

Husain remained silent as he squeezed the toothbrush in his hand. Refrained from salting in front of Azalea.

"If my husband's calling was mainstream. What about Habibi's call?"

"Ah no, like a suitable call for my husband this is Zauji,"

"Stop, baby. I do not guarantee that you can hold back if you still continue to tempt me by calling with such friendly calls," Husain said in a low tone.

Azalea just giggled amusedly.

"OK, okay, sorry. So in conclusion, Aza called Aza's husband with the call of brother if again in public. But if you are alone like this, Aza will call with a friendly call. How's it?" azalea is negotiating

"Shake up my love" replied Husain gently.

After their conversation was over, Husayn led Azalea to do ablution together to immediately perform tahajud prayer before the dawn adhan reverberated.

With imami Husain, tahajud four raka'at prayers are followed by qobliyah dawn prayers and morning prayers are carried out solemnly. Many sins are brought when you bow down and bow down to God. And many do'a and hopes were raised when the hands looked up asking the creator.

For too long in morning remembrance, Azalea again closed her eyes with her lips still reciting the dhikr that Husain chanted. But over time, Azalea's lips clenched together with her head lowered.

Husain, who had just finished his morning dhikr, turned his body towards his wife.

Smile etched. With a gentle gesture, Husayn stroked the head of Azalea wrapped in a mucene-white milk.

After being satisfied stroking and staring at the beautiful face of Azalea who was asleep. Husayn woke Azalea who fell asleep lovingly, "Honey, let's get up first. Sleep don't be like this. Her waist hurts"

Azalea's eyes slowly opened. "Sleepy," his whine spoiled.

"Here I open the door" said Husain.

With a slow and gentle gesture, Husayn opened the mukena of Azalea. After the Azalea mukena was removed, Husayn carried the tiny body of Azalea in his arms to their bed. Enveloped Azalea's body and kissed her forehead.

"Good sleep, my love." whispered softly.

Husain turned back to the place where the prayer rugs of the two of them were still stretched. Fold the mukena Azalea and the prayer rugs they wear for prayer. When he finished, without removing the sheath he was wearing, Husain joined Azalea on their bed.

- To Be Continue -

Fyi, I'm looking for references to this part from tiktok and also google. I prefer to take romance stories about prophets and prophet friends that I think are more romantic. So do not be surprised if there are some parts that are similar to the story of the prophet.