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My humor's patience

Gus Hasan gave thanks many times as he stepped out of the building believed to be Istanbul University. Yes, today he made it through Tomer's class well. He thought, hopefully this year will be enough for him to finish his Tomer class, so that he can quickly re-dedicate and return to his homeland.

Gus Hasan chose not to go straight back to his dorm, but to his favorite place in Istanbul, the Blue Mosque, after first sending a message to Jaya, his best friend.

Walking for a kilometer makes the sweat on his forehead quite visible, fortunately today the weather is not as hot as usual.

Sometimes he stopped to drink his mineral water. With his long legs, he did not take long to reach his destination.

It has become a habit of Gus Hasan that before entering the mosque he will definitely stand long enough in the courtyard of the mosque first, just to look at the beauty of the mosque that he might not meet in his homeland. While the words that do not forget repeatedly mention Allah's asthma.

This time before actually entering the mosque, someone unconsciously made her smile. A woman who was familiar to him was putting on a long scarf before entering the mosque, although not perfect, but managed to cover her blonde hair that had been broken since.

Istanbul is vast, but why Gus Hasan was reunited with the same person. This was his third encounter with a woman named Hulya Ayla Filiz, others called her Ayla, but Gus Hasan preferred to call her Hulya.

Actually this time it was not a meeting, only Gus Hasan who saw it from a distance. It turns out that the girl also visited this mosque quite often.

After finishing his prayer, Gus Hasan intends to go straight home. But the sound of his stomach made Gus Hasan stop his steps in front of the Turkish kebab sellers who had lined the area not far from the mosque.

He ordered chicken kebabs in English, he was not used to the Turkish accent, but he often repeatedly trained with Jaya in the dormitory, but his tongue still feels stiff.

Gus Hasan was stunned when he saw the expertise of kebab sellers who sliced thin meat, tomatoes, lettuce, onions, cucumbers and lastly doused them with mayonaise. Kebab is served in a rolled way.

“Far-away here just to buy this?” the voice of someone disperse his daydream which was staring in amazement at the shrewdness of the kebab seller.

It appeared that Gus Hasan was sighing Long when he found out who was speaking to him.

“You are indeed happy to conclude something yourself huh?”

“What are you doing here?” ask a girl named Ayla.

“You don't see me anymore why?”

“I mean did you accidentally come here just to buy this?”

“Didn't you just conclude that I came all the way here just to buy this? Why are you still asking?” gus Hasan replied as he passed after getting his kebab.

“Wait! You're a habit if people talk again left behind.” Ayla slightly raised her voice as she chased after Gus Hasan's steps. Not to forget that his two bodyguards who were always loyal followed him.

***

Aisha squirms her body as her ears look up to hear a tayaqqodu from the mosque.

The clock on the nightstand shows at half-three in the morning. As he opened his eyes, Faris' still-sleeping calm face became his first sight.

“Abang must be cape huh? Sorry yes semalem Ica overslept,” lirih Aisha stroked softly handsome face in front of her.

Faris's eyebrows intertwined in her sleep, perhaps feeling as her sleep was being disturbed by the movement of Aisha's hands on her face.

Aisha intends to get out of bed without waking her husband, but something hinders her movement.

The blanket that covered her body revealed a sweet circular burly hand on her slender stomach.

“Argh ... Astaghfirullah!” Aisha immediately smothered her own mouth, afraid that Faris would wake up to her screams.

He remembered the moment he took out the blanket and looked at his clothes.

“From semalem I wear gini rich clothes?” Aisha is self-deprecating.

“Seinget I was malem I again watch tv waiting Bang Faris, means Abang dong who moved me to bed? Then Bang Faris also have seen me wearing rich gini clothes?” muttered Aisha felt embarrassed if what was on her mind was right.

Aisha immediately covered her body with a blanket, afraid that Faris would wake up and see herself in such clothes.

“Why the hell love hem?” the typical raucous sound of people waking up shocked Aisha.

It turns out that the movement that Aisha has tried minimalist still disrupts Faris' sleep.

Aisha uncovers the blanket covering her face, seeing Faris still closing her eyes.

“Abang is awake?” ask Aisha carefully.

“Semalem Abang who moved Ica to mattress?” aisha asked turned to face Faris who was still closing her eyes.

“Emh, time Sir Toni.”

“Means Brother also see Ica dress what dong?” Aisha panicked waiting for Faris to answer.

The one asked was just smiling, making Aisha even more panicked.

“Abang the real one?” now Aisha began to shake the body of her husband who still did not open her eyes.

“What dear? Yes Brother see, time yes carried while crashing.”

“Argh From ...” Aisha grew increasingly yelled at Faris's reply, she was embarrassed to imagine Faris seeing herself in such a state.

“Liat everything even,” whispered Faris made Aisha more round her net.

Not yet Aisha hit Faris' arm, he had locked the movement of his wife first. Holding him in his arms.

“Whispering very much my humor this morning.” Faris opened his eyes, anxious to see his wife's already red face hold back the embarrassment.

“Not really Ica dandan kaya that make Abang right?”

Aisha looked up at Faris' question, making Faris' lips stick perfectly on her forehead.

“Ya yes, but right ...”

“Ssttt ... Brother is still sleepy,” Faris' speech stops Aisha's sentence.

Aisha said, slowly her tiny hand stroked gently the firm jaw of her husband which was again closed.

“Abang prayer first yuk?” aisha softly.

“Emh, still sleepy dear,” answered spoiled and even more tightened his embrace on the wife.

“Yes have Ica solat first well, later Ica wake up again.”

Faris opened her eyes when she heard Aisha's words.

“Ica is holy?” ask her with a hopeful face.

Aisha simply nodded unraveling her smile.

“Since when? Why not say it?”

“Idih kan Ica has already said Abang same appearance Ica semalem, Abang aja who is not sensitive,” replied Aisha pursed her lips.

“Ya already so we continue the pending semalemin,” said Faris with a frequent.

“Ang to Hospital today ih.”

“Oh yes, or have a holiday today?”

“Ssttt .. cannot be that, must be professional dong. At the Hospital there are many who need help Brother, Abang time want to take a vacation so easy. There are many other days, huh?” persuade Aisha gently.

“Still yes Ica already know the bustle of Abang.”

“When Mother's responsibility for Ica moves to Abang's shoulders, then Ica was born inner must be ready to accept all the shortcomings and advantages of Brother. So far Abang has almost no flaws in the eyes of Ica, so let the busyness of Abang Ica consider as his shortcomings, so that Ica always learn to be patient. From there Ica will definitely also be more grateful.”

Faris looked at Aisha softly, amazed at the greatness of the wife's heart. He is not wrong to choose a woman as his life companion, instead he is very grateful because a woman with a noble heart Aisha is willing to accept him to be his life companion.

***

"A righteous wife will treat her husband like a king, love him like a prince, but she also does not forget to keep reminding her husband that she is only a servant of God who also has shortcomings."

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