
"Huh..." Nada breathed a long moment after being in her husband's car. Relieved, that's how he felt. It was as if he had just taken off all the weight that was piled up in his chest cavity.
Beside him, Farhan continued to stare at him without a blink. Not only enjoy the beauty of the face of the wife, but also examine the swish in her heart.
"Why look at me like that, Mom?" Tanya Nada after realizing it continued to be stared at.
"Something I want to ask you."
"What?" Tone frowned.
"About your feelings for me. Is your love for me still the same as it used to be or...
Tone chuckled, "Why does Mas Farhan look worried like that?" Forever.
"Are you afraid, if I don't love Mas Farhan anymore, huh?" God, holding a smile.
Farhan nodded softly without turning his gaze away in the slightest from Nada.
Tone chuckled amusedly at the look of her husband, "Mas Farhan need not doubt me. Because from the beginning the first man I loved was Mas Farhan and until now no one has been able to shift that position in my heart. What needs to be doubted is Mas Farhan himself.'' Say Tone while raising next to his eyebrows.
"I understand what you mean, Nada. But I will learn to love you as you love me." Farhan said then grabbed Nada's hand into his hand.
"I will not promise anything, but I will try to be a good Imam to you. Let us make our marriage the most beautiful worship of our entire life. We got his Jannah together, Nad." Further.
Nada looked at her husband with teary eyes, indeed she was moved to hear the words of this man who held her hand. There was nothing more he wanted now than to always be bestowed this kind of happiness.
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Farhan was visibly focused on staring at some scattered sheets of paper on the table, it had been a few hours that he was sitting seriously.
As the night wore on, Nada approached her husband, asking him to rest.
"So soon, there are some files that I need to check before tomorrow's meeting."
The tone that wrapped her hands around her husband's neck, along staring at the scattered sheet on the table.
"But it's night, Mom. Later again yes continued after the dawn prayer, now we should sleep." Tone commemorating her husband.
"All right, sweetie." Farhan also picked up the sheet of paper by tightly hugging the waist of the wife who sat on his lap.
"I love you" whispered Farhan after finishing tidying up his files.
"Huh, that fast?" Tone raised both of his eyebrows.
"It's not hard to love you and there's no reason not to love you." Said Farhan, who made Nada frown. I don't know if he doesn't believe that love can grow so fast.
"Well, let's just say that Mas Farhan already loves me very much. What do you think of the definition of love?" Ask Tone
Farhan turned his eyeballs into thought, and a moment later he smiled and looked at Nada and said.
"Love is space and time measured by the heart, and consists of one soul inhabiting two bodies." Answer Farhan.
"If you think it's love?" Ask Farhan back.
"Love is a feeling of affection which is the nature of man and also the gift of God in the creation of this universe. Love is only to God, love is to what God loves. Love is for and for God." Answer Nada.
"So, I also love Mas Farhan because of Allah because He grew that love in my heart." Further.
Farhan smiled, then planted a friendly kiss all over his wife's face.
"Are you still lost?" He asked after smacking his wife's face.
Tone simply answered him with a nod.
Farhan also looked a little lethargic, "Alright then we're sleeping."