New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
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A very relaxing weekend for Gus Hasan. Today he has no Tomer class schedule or anything else.

Winter in Turkey has been going on since mid-December, but only this morning snowflakes began to fall in Istanbul where Gus Hasan was staying. Yesterday was just rain with dry cold weather. Not all regions in Turkey have the same winter experience.

This was the first time for Gus Hasan, so he chose to re-coil under his blanket after performing his dhuha prayer because he could not stand the cold that pierced his bones. A television station reported that the temperature this morning reached - 13 degrees Celsius below 0.

Drrrttt .. drrrttt …. Gus Hasan's phone rang on the nightstand.

“Gus is a phone until someone calls.” Jaya who had just come out of the bathroom shook Gusus' body, but still no answer. Finally he decided to lift it, not his disrespectful intention towards Gusus, only he was afraid that something was important because the phone had not stopped ringing.

“Hallo, I'm going to where you are now. Chatt's address is yes,” as loud as a woman's voice from across.

“Sorry Mba, Gus Hasannya is still sleeping. Do you want to send a message or how?” jaya replied carefully.

“Loh who are you?”

“I Wijaya Mba, her roommate Gus Hasan.”

“Oh ok, can you please shareloc your place? Don't forget to wake up too yes Hasannya.”

“Iya Mba I will try to wake up.”

“Ok thanks, Assalamualaikum.” Click the phone connection disconnected, even Jaya has not had time to answer the phone.

Jaya put the phone back in place, her forehead wrinkled wondering who the woman who just called Gusus was.

He had never heard of Gusus being close to any woman before. Judging from her style of speech the woman seemed to be fluent in Indonesian, but how could she be familiar with Gusah? If indeed Gusus' friend from Indonesia, why call the name Gus Hasan without frills ‘Gus’? If the woman had been Gusus' friend, it would have been impossible if she had not known that Gus Hasan was the son of a great Kyai. That was the barrage of questions that currently filled Jaya's head.

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“Bang, as if the infusion was released deh, Ica difficult to move if infused,” said Aisha after Faris finished his morning prayer. This morning Faris did not go to the mosque to congregate because of the long dawn while he had to help the needs of his wife also to perform prayers.

“Ica sure there are no complaints?” Faris approached his wife who was leaning on the headboard of the bed.

“Ica has healed already Bang, the wound is also briefly dry,” he assured the husband.

After finishing opening the infusion on his wife's arm, Faris actually went back up to the bed, also laying himself beside the wife.

The dinging air that penetrated his pores made him more comfortable to linger in Aisha's decapitation.

“Kok Abang even back to bed anyway? Shouldn't I get ready to go to the Hospital?” said Aisha while playing thick hair in her arms.

Faris shook her head spoiled before raising her face.

“Nggak ah, Abang want to nemenin wife of this beautiful brother streets. The schedule of the operation is not too inflated as well really, other doctors can certainly handle.”

Aisha was just a beaver saying yes, but in her heart was also cheering with joy, making her unconsciously sing a smile.

“Why smile-smile?” faris asked surprised Aisha from her daydream.

Aisha's perfectly rounded Netra increased her rate of swing, making Faris unable to bear to not touch the face before her.

“Ica more beautiful if you do not use hijab,” said Faris staring fixed iris beautiful while tucking some children unravel hair behind Aisha's ears.

“Kalo so Ica do not need to use hijab just how?”

“Darling, closing the aurat is the command of Allah, the duty of Ica as a Muslimah. How can you take Ica to heaven if Ica herself is pushing Abang to hell by spreading aurat like this?”

Aisha smiled with her husband's answer, apparently she did not choose the wrong skipper to ride his ship.

This life is indeed like a vast ocean, to wade it we need a skipper who is good at riding the ark/ship. If the skipper is not clever, it is certain that the ark is shipwrecked and we will not find what is called the land of happiness.

A skipper is required to have responsibility for the safety of his passengers, because if something happens, then the first thing sought is his nakhoda.

And a wife as a passenger, should always obey the command of the skipper. The two must work together in order to sail safely and comfortably to the land of coveted happiness.

Faris pulls Aisha's uninjured arm slowly to fall down and drown in her arms, she kisses the top of the wife's head while making a prayer for the good of his wife.

His prayer was over, but Faris' lips refused to move from the top of his head that did not move in his arms, he just closed his neutrals, enjoying the smell of his favorite lily that burst into his sense of smell.

From their current position, Aisha could hear clearly Faris's heartbeat racing faster than usual. Aisha understood what caused Faris' heart to beat so hard. He himself can only bite his lower lip which turned out to make jakun Faris up and down because he accidentally witnessed it.

Faris lowered her face until now parallel to Aisha's face, her lips gently sweeping Aisha's reddened earlobes. Aisha could only close her eyes as Faris's face was now directly above her. Aisha's heartbeat also followed the tight heartbeat of the husband, now the heartbeat of both is in rhythm.

Aisha reflexively raised her hand to caress the husband's jaw when it felt a gentle sweep greeting her lips.

Faris smiled to see Aisha who actually closed her eyes resignedly following the flow of her game. But soon after his wits are not in line with his heart, Aisha did not even refuse what she did, even reply to her games. He is afraid of losing control and cannot control it, but Aisha's wounds have not fully healed. He was afraid of hurting his wife.

Aware of her behavior, Faris immediately rose to straighten up, re-splitting her body on Aisha's right side and pulled the blanket over her entire body.

Aisha just bit her lower lip, she herself didn't know if she was going to be okay. But his heart said something else.

“Sorry, Brother's release,” said Faris from under his blanket that can still be heard by Aisha.

Aisha knows her husband is struggling to resist her male desires.

Realizing there was no movement from his wife, Faris opened the blanket. Seen Aisha who was closing her net, several times she exhaled, maybe to neutralize her gurgle that was also bubbling like her.

“Sayang.” Faris touched the face slowly until Aisha opened her eyes.

Slowly Aisha brought her face closer. Bismillah, he's trying to get to heaven first.

Faris who was surprised by his wife's movements suddenly distanced her face.

“Abang fear can not nahan, Abang fear later even nyakin Ica,” he said in a raucous voice.

“No danger Bang, this is the obligation of Ica, this is also the need of Ica,” replied Aisha stroking the jaw slowly.

“Totally?” Faris is still worried about hurting Aisha.

Aisha nodded, “We can slowly,” she said making Faris instantly sparkle. The fog of passion on the faces of the two could no longer be hidden.

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