New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
Mecca, here we come

As usual after the plane completely floated in the air through thick clouds, Aisha again leaned her head on the chest of the husband's field which became her favorite routine.

This time he did not close his net, just staring blankly at the expanse of the sky with some stars that seemed timidly showing its luster.

Faris tightened his grip on the shoulder of the wife, from that day their fingers were not a second apart, except when one of them had to go to the bathroom, and the other, even if Aisha did not refuse, her husband still wanted to accompany her to the bathroom.

“Sayang?”

“Hmm.” Aisha simply cleared her throat without intending to look up.

“ica why? Dizziness?” faris asked trying to look at the wife's face by raising her chin softly.

Aisha quickly shook her head.

“Terus why? How to get it?”

Aisha took out their fingers that were still clinging to each other from under the covers, looking at her gently while occasionally wiping the burly fingers in her grasp slowly.

“Ica just still do not believe it can go to the holy land again with Ica's husband. In the past Ica everywhere was always the same Mother, even several times Indo-Turkish travel was the same Mother.”

“When was the last time Ica made a pilgrimage to Dad's grave?”

“Em seems to fit the beginning of college deh, because Ica kasian is also the same Mother, if too often afraid Mother will continue to keep the same father,” he said still staring at the second fingers.

“Sama Azka has never traveled with it?” tease Faris makes Aisha instantly release herself from Faris' embrace.

“Can be hung later Ica same Uncle if you dare to go just two,” he replied back to lay his head as before.

“Means the first brother who trips with Ica dong?”

“Iya dong,” said Aisha proudly.

“Thank you my wife is already taking care of her husband,” said Faris kissed the top of Aisha's head, lucky other passengers are busy with their respective activities.

“Emang Ica is not the first girl to trip with Brother?” tanya Aisha looked up to find out the reaction of the husband.

“Not,” replied Faris casually.

“Terus?” Aisha straightened her body again.

“Sama first love Brother.” Again Faris answered casually, making Aisha instantly round her net.

“Means Ica is not your first love Brother Dong? Keep who? Karina MBA? Or Mba Sofi? Or is there a former brother who does not know Ica?” Aisha asked without pause in a loud enough voice.

“Sstt Dear!”

Faris immediately smothered his wife's mouth and pulled her back in his arms as she watched the other passengers around him staring at them.

“Ica want another diomelin?” he asked as his wife continued to rebel.

“Makanya cepetan tau Ica!” he growled with a gaze that made Faris goosebumps for a moment.

Basic woman will not be able to hide her jealousy even for a moment, but Aisha who clearly has an ex-lover Faris remained calm. Indeed, it has become a natural law that women will always put forward their feelings while men will prioritize their logic.

“First love Brother Yes Mother. But now that Mother is gone, Ica becomes the only love Brother in this world, just like our children later, too,” said Faris gently make Aisha instantly blush and return to hide her face in the chest of the field of the husband.

“Bikin hangers aja,” growled Aisha pinch the arm of Faris who was in her grasp.

Such is their activity throughout the journey, joking with each other and combining love without feeling bored, which is actually increasing every day.

***

Today Karina is helping Azka to make preparations for what Azka will bring to Singapore, Karina deliberately went home early from the Hospital for this. Yes Azka will indeed do business travel for more or less the next week.

Their relationship is getting better every day, Azka herself is trying to open her heart, and for the many times also Karina again tried to accept Azka even though she knew Azka had not fully moved from her past.

“You really don't want to stay here just as long as I go Rin?” asked Azka while sorting out her clothes for Karina to put in the suitcase.

“Ngak ah, want to say what your neighbors will be,” refused Karina imagine how the neighbors reacted about her, especially she is now hijab, so now, he does not want if until people assume that the hijab he wears is just a cover.

“Ya I don't think it's home either, there's Mba Sani same Bi Darmi also right.”

“Yes, do people know that you are no longer home? And I have to explain if you are not home to everyone who is shining on me?”

“Iya yes it is up to you. All that matters is that you're just as good here as Rafa. Watch out later I come home you already met the other,” threatened Azka made the butterfly instantly like gathering in front of Karina's eyes, unconsciously a beautiful curve formed on her lips.

It is trivial, but according to Karina it is very sweet.

“Yey you, let alone Singaporean girls will be clear than me.”

“Cie who is afraid of losing,” seductive Azka unconsciously makes the hue on Karina's cheek more visible.

“Dih sono aja want to be the same bule-bule too,” ketus Karina prestige.

“Is it really okay?” Again Azka teases Karina, she likes to see Karina's upset face which she thinks adds to her beauty.

“I threw away the clothes you same suitcase,” threatened Karina to lift the suitcase in her hand.

“Yes successfully!” azka said with excitement.

“Azkaaa!” the strangler when Azka had already run to the bathroom.

“Basic gents,” grunts enter the origin of the clothes in his hands because of annoyance.

That afternoon Karina and Azka also drove Azka to the airport, inexplicably longing suddenly burst into his chest, even though Azka was still within reach of his eyes.

“Papa go first ya Darling, good here same Aunt Karin, don't be naughty well, dear,” said Azka crouched down to equalize her height with the son who was in Karina's arms while scrambling Rafa's increasingly mature hair.

“Iya Papa,” the answer is quite eloquent for a biennial child size.

“God boy,” said Azka kissed her son with anxiety.

“I titip Rafa yes, you guys are fine here.” Now Azka turned to Karina.

“You are also careful yes, say if you have landed,” Karina replied with a forced smile.

Somehow there was a feeling of unwillingness when Azka left, maybe if he was still the old Karina, he would immediately embrace Azka without shame. But for now he has understood the boundaries between men and women who are not mahrom.

“Iya ready. I say yes, Assalamualaikum,” said Azka kissed her son once again and smiled sweetly at Karina.

If only Karina had been halal for him, surely the kiss was not only intended for his son.

“Waalaikumsalam.”

“Da-da Papa,” pekik Rafa limited when seeing the father getting away.

Azka also waved her hand at Karina and Rafa who were still loyal in place until the plane that was on the other side completely floated off the runway.

***

In the early hours of the morning, Saudia Faris and Aisha's plane landed at King Abdul Aziz International Airport in Jeddah.

With a broken heart, Aisha tightened her grip on her husband's arm.

He stopped his steps and closed his net briefly, breathing deeply into the air of the city of Rosululloh SAW.

They were immediately directed to the immigration department to conduct checks into the city of Jeddah and its surroundings which turned out to be quite a long queue there.

“Ica cape yes? We sit first if that's it,” invite Faris when he saw the fatigue on his wife's face.

“Nnothing Bang, because this is the process we have to go through to enter other countries.”

Faris smiled at the wife's reply.

Completed the examination at the immigration department with a fairly tiring queue, the travel team immediately requested that all pilgrims wear Ihrom clothes and perform sunah Ihrom prayer because they immediately took the miqot in Jeddah.

Afterwards the group was guided to enter a waiting bus that would take them from Jeddah Airport to Makkah.

Instantly the haru atmosphere of talbiyab reading accompanied the speed of the bus that walked slowly down the desert was very quiet, only the lights seemed to shine from a distance.

In contrast to the city of Surabaya where Faris and Aisha live, the Metropolitan city where the frenzy is lit up twenty-four hours not much different from the Capital.

But here, this country seems lonely in the early hours, so everything feels so shahdu.

Without Aisha realizing her cheeks felt wet because of the tears that had been accompanying her lips that quivered uttered the words talbiyah.

He blinked his net as Faris' fingers slowly rubbed the increasingly hard water on his face. Faris smiled gently and leaned his wife's head slowly onto her shoulder.

Likewise with Faris, the vibration in his chest could not be denied when he looked out the window of the bus, staring at the desolate expanse of the desert, it soon dawned on him that he was now in the blessed hemisphere, with the woman he loved so much.

In this country, the history of religion begins. In this place, the noble man the messenger of God fought for Islam from the beginning. Faris quickly rubbed the end of his net that felt wet so as not to fall on his wife.

Just now Aisha was about to close her net when she accidentally saw the scene that made her heart even more touched.

A boy about five years old who was sitting right next to Aisha's chair was fast asleep while leaning back.

Netra Aisha again bristled to see the five-year-old boy who was wearing the clothes.

What is in his head right now is only about when God will entrust a life to grow from his womb, when God will allow himself and the husband to take care and educate a son with their own hands.

Talbiyah's chant looked like a lullaby to the boy who looked very peaceful in his mind.

Yet the reasonably elderly looking man sitting beside the boy made Aisha frown, there was no way the grandfather was the parent of the child, he thought. But where are his parents?.

***

Ciee more sweet aja Babang Azka 🤩 come cepetan dihalalin deh 💪

Faris with Aisha who is patient, hopefully home honeymoon there is good news 🥰

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