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After painstakingly wearing the clothes that her husband chose, Aisha began to be confused how to wear the hijab, her arms still painful if lifted. He decided to apply his makeup first as much as possible and as simple as possible while waiting for Faris who is still solemn with his dhuha prayer.

Dark brown natural eyeshadow with a nude lip matte color that is not too striking adds to the impression of life on his face, very suitable with his turtleneck sweater mocca.

“Udah ready Darling?” tanya Faris approached the wife.

“Udah, stay wearing hijab, but hard,” answer install puppy eyesnya.

“Sini Abang bantu use, still sick if lifted well?”

“Heem is good.”

Aisha hands the pashmina hijab that is in the same color as her sweater to Faris. Letting her husband take over the installation of the hijab on her head.

“This how is the pack Darling?” tanyanya researched the long hijab in her hand.

“It stay the same long dipakein, directly under the chin pake peniti, keep the rest stay dualini to the back deh let simple.”

Faris tried to apply it like the direction of the wife, several times he put off the hijab, it was not as easy as imagined.

Without a second thought, Faris grabbed her phone. Opening a tutorial application wearing a simple pashmina hijab, his views focus on understanding and learning it.

Aisha could no longer hold back her laughter seeing her husband look nervous until sweat sprung up on her forehead, especially when having to put a safety pin under her chin to put the hijab together so as not to miss.

“Abang relax aja,” seductress Aisha held back her laughter.

“This oath is even more stressful than appendectomy, darling,” he replied to stay focused on the safety pin in his hand, he was worried about hurting his wife.

After a few loose pairs, finally the safety pin was installed perfectly, and Faris began to put the two ends of the hijab to the back of the neck to make it look neater.

“Huh, finally. If it hurts to say yes dear,” he said not sure on the results of his work.

“Siap Boss.”

“Eh but good is it the work of Brother? it is not much different from having Ica. Eh try a photo first,” he said confidently. Aisha, according to him, began to stand up and pose following the instructions of her husband.

"It's good, baby" said Faris showed the results of his shots.

"Ica's choice of clothes is also good, here deh Ica photoin Abang also." Aisha took over the phone from her husband's hand.

"That's good, brother so young like a child of seven dozen," he praised the results of his work.

"But Brother is still young, Yey" bela Faris made the wife laugh.

***

From the balcony of her room, Azka watched her son playing with Mba Sani in the garden. Rafa is now growing, he has even started to learn to walk, but there is something that actually makes Azka's chest tight.

Azka realized that all this time how little time to accompany the growth of the son, he had neglected to keep his promise to the late wife.

“I'm sorry Di, I neglected to look after our son. Though you've bet your life to present it.”

Unknowingly a drop of dew flowed from his net end.

“Pa-pa,” shouted Rafa stammered as he waved at her.

“Hay Darling,” replies Azka also waved at Rafa, then he chose to come down to join the son, at least minimize his guilt.

***

“Where are we going to Bang?”

“Where to North Quay Yuk? Long time no longer there,” advice Faris wrap his arms firmly on the shoulders of the wife, and Aisha also wrapped her right arm on the back of her husband. Deliberately walking side by side down the stairs enjoying every step at the same time, whereas the elevator perched in front of his room.

Faris occasionally teased the wife in her arms while stroking the top of her head in anxiety, they walked towards the garage full of jokes.

Faris drove his car relaxed, his range rover spidometer screen only showed at 40 km/h, even though the road was quite quiet because considering today is not a weekend or holiday.

Faris drives with one hand because the other continues to be linked to the wife's fingers, fortunately Faris is a reliable driver so Aisha does not have to worry. Occasionally interrupted by his driving focus, Faris glanced at the beautiful face of his wife who looked fun looking out the window, a face that always filled the space of his life.

Enter them in a place that has always been a favorite of both, a place that bears witness to the history of their life journey to the present.

“Why do we go to Rooftop only Yang? Definitely exciting deh,” invite Faris who immediately embraced Aisha with enthusiasm.

Faris deliberately chose a place on the rooftop so as not to be too noisy with other visitors, he said, in addition, so that they can enjoy the beauty of the vast expanse of the ocean that looks more charming when viewed from a height and yachts that look slick lined the pier.

And sure enough in the rooftop there was no one but them because Faris had deliberately set everything up, only Aisha had not realized it.

They sat relaxing on the sofa at the end of the rooftop facing directly towards the ocean and the Suramadu bridge which seemed crowded by passing vehicles.

No matter how long from their arrival, a waiter approached the two with a tray containing all variants of Aisha's favorite food. Sontak Aisha was surprised because she felt she had not ordered anything.

“This is all broken Brother?” aisha asked, stretching her backrest on her husband's shoulder.

“Iya dong,” replied Faris enthusiastically.

“When? I think from earlier the same brother Ica continued, how can I?”

“Can dong, what the hell is not for my love,” he said back to clutch the shoulder of the wife.

“Ish Brother! Shame to know,” whispered Aisha was embarrassed because the waiter who delivered the food was still in his position.

“Excuse me, here's the flower bouquet Mba.” Another waiter came up to the two and handed Aisha a bouquet of white roses, making her even more astonished.

“Bang?” Aisha turned to her husband, looking at him questioningly.

Faris simply smiled and nodded and grabbed a bouquet of white roses from the servant's hand and rested in front of Aisha who was already standing. The two servants also resigned, giving space for visitors.

“Maafin Abang ya Darling, during this Ica much hurt because of Brother. Sorry Brother for not being able to keep Ica well,” said Faris looked up.

Aisha grabbed the bouquet of roses and her husband's hand to stand up.

“Abang no need to apologize for anything. For Ica, Abang is an almost perfect husband. Ica is grateful because men who are almost without shortcomings like Brother are willing to choose women with all the shortcomings like Ica.” Unknowingly the circle of happiness slid from the angle of its neutrality. At once Faris immediately pulled Aisha into her arms.

“Ica was amazing, Ica everything for Brother,” he answered stretching his arms, taking the white envelope that was also contained in a bouquet of roses in his wife's grasp.

“Try Ica open,” Faris's word is to hand over the white envelope in her hand.

“What's new?” Aisha who was very curious immediately opened the envelope without further ado.

Aisha was completely shocked at the contents of the envelope, her net was already perfectly rounded with her mouth open.

Umrah tickets and honeymoon tickets to Turkey are now completely in his hands.

“Abang serious?” tanya Aisha still could not believe what she saw.

“Serious is Dear. Sorry, you can invite Ica Honeymoon now, yesterday Abang is always busy working together. Later we invite Mothers, we pilgrimage to the tomb of Father.”

Aisha immediately rammed the body of the husband, drowning his face there.

“Ica no longer know what to say, too many and too beautiful surprises from Abang to just reply with thanks.”

That day the sun shone beautifully, as beautiful as the taste that now struck the hearts of Faris and Aisha.

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