New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
New Hope

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Saranghaeyo ...

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What an exhausting day. That's how Karina has felt since a week of resigning as a private nutritionist for Rafa.

Karina unlocks her phone screen, hoping for a notification she gets there. In fact empty, there is not a single message or call from someone who is always waiting for him.

But was this not his decision?, he himself chose to keep his distance from Azka. Hopefully with this Azka might feel lost, but again he can only smile bitterly. Azka wasn't that cool to him.

Karina was sitting limp with her head resting on her hands, her gaze blankly waiting for every sizzle of time sands that continued to run regularly in the corner of her workbench.

Suddenly the phone in his hand shook, marked by a message coming in there. Karina opened it lazily.

“Still in Hospital?”

Instantly the net was round, not because of the content of the message he read, but the sender of the message was someone who in a week always harassed during the night.

“Iya.” That was all Karina could answer. His finger seemed to be confused to just type a few sentences, even though at this time in his heart was cheering happily.

“Udah done?” just a few seconds of response he got.

“Udah.” Again only that short can he type.

“I'll pick you up now. 10 minutes I get to.”

Unknowingly a smile printed clearly on the corner of the lips of women who always look beautiful and fashionable. His super busy profession does not stop him from always appearing attractive like the wives of conglomerates who go back and forth to the salon every day.

Karina immediately rushed over to prepare, especially fixing her look that might already look unnatural.

Trings …. A re-entry message stopped her polish on her ripe lips.

“I've arrived.”

Karina immediately rushed over after reading the contents of her message, she stepped up with a sparkling face. Deep down it was like something was tickling there.

“Hai. Sorry for a long time,” said Karina when she was right in front of Azka who was leaning on her car in the basement.

Azka who was playing her phone suddenly raised her face as the sweet voice greeted the senses of her listeners. He smiled, a smile that Karina herself could not interpret. Azka's heart rippled to see this week's figure continue to tease her day and night.

“Em, ah no kok,” replied Azka stuttered, he scratched his own temple that does not itch.

It is true that nowadays awkwardness is created between them. This week made both of them set their hearts.

“You go home directly?”

Karina furrowed her brows, ascertaining whether she had not misheard. But Azka looked at him for answers.

“Ah is up,” Karina replied a little awkwardly.

“Ok.”

Azka opened the car door for the woman in front of her, then ran to the opposite door and sat behind the wheel.

Trings ….

A notification stopped the activity of Azka who was installing her seatbelt.

A message came into his email, from an unknown sender. Azka frowned, usually her secretary would send her work files through the office email. The attachment of the photo sent made Azka even more curious.

He zoomed in on his phone screen, clearly visible in the photo was a portrait of Aisha lying covered with blood in Faris' lap. In the next photo, Aisha is lying on a blankar with a bandage and an infusion on her left arm.

What really happened to Aishanya? Is Aisha okay now?, that's all that now fills Azka's head.

“Why?” asked Karina who saw Azka's look worried.

“What Aisha is admitted to this Hospital?”

Azka immediately opened her seatbelt back in a hurry, running out leaving her phone lying just like that, as well as Karina who was still glued in place.

Doubtfully Karina grabs Azka's phone she left on the dashboard of her car, her gaze blurring when she finds out someone in the photo.

It turned out that Azka's feelings for Aisha were still the same, nothing had changed in the least.

“It doesn't matter that I'll get you to leave me when I know Aisha is hurt?”

It felt like something was piercing the deepest point of his heart, but it wasn't his decision to stay, even though he knew Azka couldn't completely forget about her past.

“It's perfect is Aisha in your eyes? Your legal wife just can't remove Aisha from your head, let alone me?”

Karina had already covered her own mouth, holding back the sobs that people would probably hear from the outside. His chest felt very tight, like sinking at the bottom of a river without being able to return to the surface.

“Mba, is Aisha the wife of Doctor Faris treated here?” tanya Azka hastened at the reception desk.

Receptionists who already understand directly answer Azka's questions without seeing the patient's attendance record.

“More Sir, he was treated in the VIP room. The last room before the north hallway.”

Azka immediately ran in the direction indicated by the receptionist, she had to immediately confirm whether Aisha was okay.

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Counting two days since the attack on the road, the beautiful woman still remained on her blank, although the wound had improved, but her arm was still painful to move. Therefore all her needs are always helped by her husband.

The charming brown iris had not escaped noticing the handsome man who had been busy concocting some medicine for him.

Ever since Aisha's request that Faris marry Sofia, Faris has remained faithful in silence. Although she always helps and meets the needs of Aisha, but it feels until now her husband is not okay.

Aisha fears God's wrath because she has disappointed her husband, because Aisha knows that the glory of a wife lies in the pleasure of her husband.

O wives of shalihah, make your devotion to your husband in return for Allah's pleasure. Do your service with sincere intention because of Allah, strive earnestly and do it in a good way. Do this to obtain the pleasure of your husband, and Allah will be pleased with you.

“Bang,” call Aisha make Faris turn her head.

“Abang still angry with Ica?”

Faris turned her face back, her clear irises looking to avoid Aisha's gaze.

“Bang, this is my hand above yours, my eyes will not be closed until you are ridha,” said Aisha who is a fragment of the hadith shahih narrated from Anas bin Malik ra.

Faris stopped his activities, his heart rippled to hear his wife's words. He stepped closer to Aisha and placed himself on the same bed as Aisha.

“Stop sacrificing for others, you know Ica is also not okay aja.”

Suddenly Aisha hit Faris' body and sobbed in her chest.

“Maafin Ica has made you disappointed, Ica just want everything to be happy.”

“Abang know Ica intention is good, but helping people does not have to be at the expense of ourselves Dear. The purpose of marriage is to achieve a life that is sadinah (calm) in a dress of mawaddah (love) and rahmah (love), and Abang just find it in Ica. You do not need anyone else because Ica has filled all the space in your life. You don't want anyone else, you just want Ica. Forever.” Faris unceasingly showered the kiss on the top of Aisha's head still sobbing in her arms, occasionally lifting her sweet chin gently to wipe her tears.

“Bang, please pray Ica,” she said raising her face to the husband.

“Bismillahirahmanirrahim, O God, forgive the sins of Aisha, both those that have been committed and those that have not been committed, the sins that were committed secretly and openly.”

Cup, a gentle kiss landed on Faris' cheek when she finished with her prayer.

“What did you pray to make Ica happy?”

“How Ica was not happy with Brother's prayer. That is the exact same prayer as the Rosululloh prayer for Sayyidah Aisyah, the prayer that Rosululloh always say also every prayer for his people.”

Faris increasingly close his attachment to the wife, hoping their love for Rosululloh growing and fused with their household who always oriented to his teachings.

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