Rainbow Blanketed Clouds
May My Hijrah Lead You to the Love of God

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Clouds

Rainbows

Zidan

Happy reading. Thank you for all forms of support. Forgive the limitations and shortcomings of this story.

Hopefully entertained. 🥰

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Rainbow views examine every part of the house as the car enters the yard. Thin wrinkles are created at both corners of his eyes to see the house in a bright state. 

“Who turned on the lights? Not that this house was empty for long, huh?” tanyanya. 

“I ask people to turn on the lights. Come down, Honey.” The clouds opened the circular seat belt on his body, then immediately descended. The rainbow followed behind his back. 

As soon as the door opened, the clouds said their greetings before entering. The rainbow re-examined the interior of the house. Although for three months the house was empty, it looked very clean and tidy. Not even the slightest dust.

“Home is clean, Mas. Just like the first time I came to this house.” 

“Iya, I have people clean this house once every two days. So that when we go home, no need to clean again.” 

“Oh.” The foot of the Rainbow stepped in with the view still going around. Suddenly he was stuck where he stood.

A large frame hanging on the wall of the living room made his eyeballs instantly flooded with clear liquid, the corner of his lips raised to form a full smile.

The wedding photo became the happiest welcome for the Rainbow. “Who posted this photo, Mas?” 

“I'm asking people to please display this photo. You like?” 

The rainbow nodded vigorously. Unlike when he first set foot in the house, where the friendly photos of Cloud and Priska greeted him painfully. Tonight, the Clouds gave him an immeasurable sense of happiness. 

“One likes. Thank you, Hubby.” 

The clouds are approaching the rainbow. Rubbing the corner of her watery eyes and embracing the woman's waist, then stare at their wedding pictures with a tongue-tie. “It's a shame in this photo that I don't smile. Sorry, yes.” 

“It's okay. The photo is good, kok,” replied Rainbow.

The clouds breathe a sigh of relief. His hands moved upwards hugging the wife's shoulders. “Ya already, we are up, yuk.” 

“Iya, Mas. I also want to pray maghrib.” 

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Long enough Rainbow pecking in the doorway of the room. He could hardly believe what he was getting. Three months ago he and a man named Awan Vishnu Dewanto were just strangers tied to a wedding rope. The clouds rejected him outright and built a sturdy fortress that separated them. But from tonight everything will change. No more barriers between Clouds and Rainbows.

"Welcome to our room" said the Cloud with a gentle smile. He greeted his wife with hugs and kisses. "If there's something you don't like about the room, or there's something you need to change, you just say it. I'll have people change it to your taste."

"Alhamdulillah" he said. "Oh yeah, all your clothes are in that closet. I'm asking Bik Minah to move all your clothes there." The clouds pointed at a large closet in the corner of the room.

At least Rainbow does not need to bother anymore to take care of her clothes and move to her husband's room.

"Thank you, Mum."

The rainbow went to the closet. In addition to his old clothes, in the closet there are many new clothes. It seems like Cloud really wanted to correct his mistake in the past.

"Why are there so many new clothes?"

"I don't know much about women's clothing. So I'm asking you to buy a lot with a different model."

The rainbow laughed. He has a Muslim clothing store. However, Awan still bought it from a famous boutique.

The man pulled the Rainbow into his arms while immersing a deep kiss on the forehead. "Hunny, thank you today for standing up for my honor in front of others who are trying to bring up my past."

"It's my duty to keep my marwah as a wife, Mas."

The clouds stared into the rainbow's eyes. "You know, I was down. He's right, I don't deserve you."

Hearing the sad tone that came from her husband's lips, Rainbow cupped both sides of her cheeks. "Do men think that they will be left alone by saying that they have believed, while they have not been tested?"

"What means?"

"The road to the Ridha of Allah is full of trials. Think of it as a test for us."

The clouds understood. "Thank you again, Hunny."

The clouds dissolve in happiness. He hugged Rainbow tightly as if reluctant to take it off. Until a few moments pass.

"You ready? I told you I wanted to worship together."

The rainbow lowered its gaze with a blushing face. Surely he knew what kind of worship the clouds meant.

"I'm ready, Hubby."

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A rainbow just came out of the bathroom wearing his bathrobe. His gaze led to the Clouds who looked ready with Koko's clothes and sarong, complete with peci.

For a moment, she seemed hypnotized to stare at the rainbow that night looked more beautiful charming. She sat in front of the dresser, looking back at her husband, combing his long hair. The clouds waited patiently.

“Wear the face,” the door after the Rainbow is finished decorating.

The prayer rug stretches in an empty spot on the side of the bed. Facing the qibla, both dissolve in worship. The rainbow felt the pleasure he got from worship with his husband.

His heart pounded as his lips touched the back of Cloud's hand after the two rakaat prayers. Warm, peaceful and peaceful. Now the two sat facing each other on the table.

"Hunny, thank you for accepting me with all my flaws. Every day, I will try to be a trustworthy priest for you, so that we can form a family of sakinah, mawaddah, warahmah."

"Together, Hubby. I also have a shortage. We'll both learn."

"One day if I hurt you again, please remind me. I learned to solidify myself to be worthy of contact with you for a love worth worshiping, not just lust.”

Rainbows freeze. His pair of eyeballs were bathed in clear liquid. How the clouds so gently treated him. He had even forgotten all the pain of Cloud's rejection of him.

She leaned her head against her husband's chest, and greeted the Clouds with a warm embrace.

The cloud whispered, "Ana uhibbuki Fileh. May my hijrah lead you to the love of God."

The rainbow could no longer contain her tears. "Ahabbakallazii ahbabtani lahu." (May Allah love you, the One who has made you love me because of Him)

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