Not Laila Majnun
Caught

Septi who was still weak tried to wake up from his sleep. Slowly he walked while pushing the infusion pole towards the sofa occupied by Lukman, the man who became his idol. A good man who is present in his life full of drama.

He doesn't want it all to end. He wants Lukman to stay by his side. Not marrying her is okay. His body is dirty wrapped in mud is okay if Lukman asks happily he will hand it over. He's already covered in sins adding more is also not a problem. The important thing is that Lukman didn't leave him. He sits on a single sofa right next to Lukman's head which puts his head on the Sofa's arm.

His hand moved to the tip of the hair of a man who since last night could not sleep well. Yesterday afternoon he had told Lukman his life story and the manly man with mature brown skin listened to his story without interrupting. Although he cried as much as he could but he touched her at all. Putting the tissue box on his lap while saying, Over time things will improve and go properly.

There is little guilt in his wife Lukman for holding people's husbands back from coming home but this time he really needs a figure that can support his body so as not to fall.

He had been thinking all night would preserve his contents to keep Lukman from leaving him. Although he did not expect the child at all but he was sure that this loving man would not leave him if he maintained his womb.

Sweet face. His jaw was firm with a thin sideburn. Black eyebrows and thick lips. Plus the attention that was given to him was truly humbling. Makes her feel like a special woman.

Septi brought his lips closer to Lukman's forehead.

Allohu akbar

Allohu akbar

But the sound of Adhan shocked Lukman from his sleep. His eyes blinked to adjust the light entering his retina. Septi immediately pulled his head with a heartbeat that was chasing in the chest.

Lukman turned to Septi then immediately sat down while shaking his head which still felt a little dizzy because he could not sleep as well as usual when hugging his beloved wife

"Body mas!" Septi tried to remove awkwardness.

"Hem!" He said as he stood up and walked out. Passing through the door, Lukman squirmed. It was visible from the high window of the Septi seat due to Lukman's above-average height.

I wanted to reach out to Lukman and embrace him but somehow now Lukman is like stretching an invisible distance. Building a wall between the two of them. Though before knowing she was pregnant, Lukman's attitude was very sweet on her. Although always keep a distance so as not to touch but Lukman more liquid and sweet before.

Wanting to feel nearby to get affection and religious guidance from a man who is now cold like ice. Since childhood, he knew no religion at all. Just teaching at TPQ alone never let alone learning about others. The basic religious education he got from school but just passing by. What is still impregnated in his memory is that while prostrating he always finds peace and sometimes he wants to repeat it again but always feels his sin is too much and the place of return is only in hell.

Lukman's phone rang continuously to disperse Septi's daydreams. First he just saw there was a call from Supri. The first and second calls to completion are simply left alone. The third call with the name my angel made him want to lift it. He bit his lower lip. Curious to hear the voice of the woman who has conquered the heart of the man she likes.

With a tremble he shifted the green-colored image then brought it closer to his ear.

"Assalamualaikum.... "

Septi was silent while covering his mouth hearing Laila's sweet-sounding voice in his ears.

"Assalamualaikum...

His father Latif and Labib...

Mas.... is awake, right? Not yet a sub?

Oh....!! Hello...! Where is his position now? Wanted the same Mr. Supri the same Mr. Mukhtar

Oh...!" Laila kept talking to herself because she had no answer at all.

"Ma-ma-sorry. Th-this is me. Lukman is praying"

A few seconds into silence because Laila was shocked to hear the voice of the woman who answered her phone.

"Who is this?" Ask Laila.

"My-me..." Septi stopped his own words once he realized that Lukman was already at the doorstep. In a hurry he shifted the red image and immediately put the phone on the table.