My Patience Brings Love
Prayers

Inside the bathroom, a man stands under a flowing shower. The water soaked his body making the man wipe his wet hair." You son of a bitch." Fazar said, hitting the bathroom floor, as his memory was fixed a few hours ago.

Flashbacks

Fazar looked at Wiyah who had just closed her eyes, because Fazar had not slept. Fazar just wanted to let the girl next to him sleep first and then he would catch up with her. Fazar looked at the girl who was now a legitimate wife, the girl he always looked at with hatred for one mistake.

Fazar would hate any woman who made a mistake involving herself there, let alone the events of three months ago almost made her fall into sin even though unintentional. Just imagining it made Fazar rub his face.

Fazar looked at the girl who was so very calm in his sleep, even though his wife was asleep but did not detract from her natural beauty.

Lips are thin nose pointed eyes that have lentic eyelashes and white skin. Especially now that his wife is covering her head using a hijab, making the girl who is so very calm in her sleep look more beautiful.

" I will try to accept you even if you have made a mistake that almost put me into sin." Said Fazar who kept staring at the beautiful face of his wife." Make me like you through your patience and make me fall in love when you remove my mass shadows. I'm sorry I hurt you through my words that hurt so much for you, but I accidentally said it because I was just bottomed by emotions because of my mass grudges." Said Fazar who kept staring at Wiyah." Stay by my side with your patience that can change me. Turn me into the old Fazar." Fazar said back.

Before Fazar went to sleep he put away the pillow in the middle of them after which he pulled Wiyah's body closer to him and hugged the body of the girl who had become his wife. Comfort when hugging his wife's body made Fazar sleepy after that he followed his wife into the dream world.

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Fazar came out of the bathroom with only a towel that he wrapped around his waist after he finished his bath, Fazar looked at the mattress that had his shirt on last night, which was neatly arranged on the mattress.

Fazar turned his gaze to look for his wife who went nowhere." Where's the girl." Mumbled Fazar." Let it be that he may be in the kitchen or in the room of his nephews." Fazar muttered back. Fazar stepped up to pick up his dry, sweet-smelling shirt, believing his wife had washed it last night.

Finished wearing his shirt, Fazar picked up the night glove his wife had prepared. While arranging his appearance, the door to the room opened which made Fazar look at the door that there was Wiyah there who had just entered the room. The girl had finished changing her clothes and also her hijab because now Wiyah was not wearing her sleeping pajamas anymore.

" I'm out of the bathroom behind master." Answer Wiyah honestly. Yes, After he prepared the clothes for Fazar, Wiyah decided to clean herself in the back bathroom, because she did not want to wait for Fazar who might not be long. Wiyah was afraid that the dawn prayer time would run out.

Whereas Fazar who heard the answer from Wiyah only nodded in understanding." Prepare us to pray together, because the time of the morning prayer will run out." Said Fazar back who remained with his cold voice.

Wiyah, who heard Fazar's words, made her not believe the words of her husband, if it turns out that her husband wants to pray together with him." Are you deaf." Fazar asked in a slightly raised tone that made Wiyah panic because she was afraid that Fazar would get angry again and made her have to hear a harsh word from her husband again.

" I'm sorry sir." Wiyah. Buru hurried Wiyah took her face and she quickly put it on.

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Fazar was at the front because now Fazar became his priest while Wiyah became his master.

The chants of the verses of the Qur'an that Fazar chanted so very melodious were heard in Wiyah's ear. Fazar's voice was so very melodious that anyone who heard it would feel calm when he heard the chanting of Quranic verses that Fazar chanted, especially Fazar's voice was full of appreciation. Wiyah who heard the chants of the Koran verses that Fazar recited made her shed tears because she was confused, whether to be happy or sad to get a husband like Fazar.

Fazar was so perfect as a priest that every woman awaited, but Fazar was also like a wound that made every woman hurt because of his words.

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