Tahajud Love
Chapter 4's

Khaira silently smiled for a moment, when she heard Yulian praise some of the dishes she served on the dining table. And when Khaira asked Yulian, he seemed to swallow his own saliva_emalu it was definitely felt by Yulian at that time.

"Emm .. sorry, did you cook all this?" asked Yulian carefully.

"Emm .. i .. yes. But forgive me, because I didn't mean to be presumptuous. I ...."

Khaira lowered her head, fear towards Yulian enveloped her. Well, Khaira was afraid that Yulian would be angry with her and would throw her out that very night. While that night has shown exactly at seven o'clock night_rain that hit that night has also not subsided. And Khaira was so afraid that if Yulian would be really angry then, drive him away_make him feel confused about where to go to shelter when the rain and the night were crashing.

"You're innocent, I'll thank you for doing good to my family."

Yulian ventured to look at Khaira, the woman who always lowered her head when faced with the man who was not halal to look at. However, at that time the two accidentally both looked at their eyes for a moment locked. But it did not last long, because the two turned their eyes to each other.

Hadh Yulian .. why is it so timid as neng gelis that one. wkwkwk.

Silent....

"Let's eat soon! Abdullah, you lead the prayer first, gih!"

Yulian raised her voice to break the silence. However, when Yulian ruled Abdullah, it made a silliness that made Hafizha chuckle. And when Yulian realized it, he could only scratch his non-itchy nape.

"Abi, the biakanya, Abi cendili who leads. What, Om Abdullah?"

Degs....

"Yes, why did I forget? What ... I'm forgetful?" inner Yulian.

"E ... Abi ... his voice is hoarse dear, so let Om Abdullah read his prayer."

"Emang Abi coughs? Was the prostitution okay?"

"E ... The cough suddenly came Izha, so let uncle Abdullah!"

What an unfashionable reason it's called Yulian....

And the little discussion was over. Now, the dinner has been done smoothly and as usual_there is no sound at the dinner table.

On the balcony, as usual Yulian looked at the sky at night. And just that night the rain still did not subside, which soaked the whole city of Edinburgh. Just like Yulian, it was as if the rain understood how Yulian was in the heart that night. A deep yearning again seeped in his heart, Aisha's shadow danced again in her eyes.

"O Allah, if You allow me to meet him again . Even if it is only in a dream, it is okay. Miss this .. really torment this self O Allah."

Slowly Yulian's eyes condensed, but the sorrow in his heart was soon put aside, for he did not want if, Julian would make his children grieve. Even though his heart still felt fragile, he still tried hard.

Khaira ... that night all the lamps had been extinguished because, it was late at night. Everyone was laying down and resting their bodies on a comfortable mattress. But not Khaira and Yulian.

"Why don't I see Ayesha in this house? Where the hell is he?" inner Khaira.

Khaira stood up and stared fixedly at the framed photo attached to the wall of the family room. Curiosity enveloped him when he realized that Aisyah's figure was not in Yulian's stately home. There, Khaira admires the beautiful photo of Aisyah with a gamis and also a veil that faithfully closes her aura.

"I want to be like you, Aisyah. But ... surely it's impossible. You're too perfect, whereas I'm .. bad in anyone's eyes." Inner Khaira.

Who's Khaira? Did you know Aisyah before? The reader must be thinking! Hii... Hii....

A pair of Khaira's flickering eyes were not sidetracked, still looking at how beautiful Aisyah was. Awe and curiosity raged in his heart.

Yulian felt tired, tired of being haunted by a burning longing, but could not be treated with a meeting. Impossible, if the meeting took place in the world, only through a dream they would meet, even if God meridhoi his. Slowly footsteps Yulian headed to the family room, want it to feel like he stared fixed at the picture attached to the wall of his house. However, immediately the step stopped behind the wall that separates the living room from the stairs.

"Isn't ... it like, Khaira? But, what's he doing there?"

"Ehm...." Yulian berdehem's.

Khaira who heard Yulian's voice was immediately shocked. Subduing his gaze in embarrassment, but it did not last long Khaira let out her voice. Explaining what he did there to Yulian, so as not to misunderstand between himself and the cool owner of the house, the man who had entered the age of about 35 years, he said, but it does not look too old and still has the charismatic of a gentleman.

"I'm sorry .. I don't mean ...."

"It's okay. Maybe ... You only have curiosity about the woman in the photo, right?"

For a moment Khaira raised her head slowly, trying to look towards the direction where Yulian was standing right beside her. Khaira's heart momentarily throbbed, feeling what it felt like. It was the writer Haya and Khaira who knew exactly how Khaira felt that night.

"Deg..."

"You? What does it mean that he changed that call with you? And not you?" inner Khaira.

Feeling that he was being observed by Khaira, Yulian tried to reply to that view. And for a moment their gazes were locked. However, it did not last long they immediately averted their eyes, who somehow it looked at what. As Yulian looked back at the beautiful photo of Aisyah and while Khaira, she looked at a picture of the Yulian family with a small frame.

"May I ask?"

"You ... ask what?"

"Where is the woman ... in the photo?" ask Khaira at the end. Because curiosity can't hold it anymore.

"Deg ..."

Yulian's heart stopped. The pair of pitch-black eyes had condensed, but were immediately restrained, as Yulian did not want Khaira to witness the bitterness of losing her beloved wife. While Yulian knew very well how his duty would continue to be a mother and also a father for Hafizha.

Silent...

"I'm sorry if .. my question might be..."

"You're not wrong. Just call me ... Julian, but that's if you want. And I'll call you Khaira, if you will." Continue Yulian before Khaira's sentence is completed.

'Oh Yulian, could it be that your heart has already begun to open its heart to a woman?'

Khaira fell silent, trying to string together the answers that should be given to Yulian. Either approval or rejection? And ... Khaira finally gave an answer as well as a question that made Yulian scratch his nape that did not feel itchy.

"I'll let you call my name, and I'll give you that approval, Yulian. But ... May I ask?" Khaira lowered her gaze.

"Please!"

"Is that woman ... your wife? Then where is he now? Why don't I see him in this house?" the question came from Khaira.

Yulian sighed, then smiled wryly with a slightly grim face.

"That woman is my wife. But ... God loves her more than I do, her husband." Yulian imagined Aisyah's beautiful face.

"Deg ..."

Khaira's heart was completely shattered hearing that word from Yulian's lips. His body trembled violently, wanting him to immediately decay downwards, but that was impossible if done in the presence of Yulian. Yulian did not know who Khaira was.

"What ... does .. mean that He is dead?" khaira asked just to make sure.

Only a slow nod would Yulian be able to give a definite answer to Khaira. And ... Khaira was no longer able to withstand the sadness that completely destroyed her, until unconsciously the clear water just came out of her eyes.

Hayo ... Khaira, why can't she, just keep him in the room? What if Yulian finds out?

Seriate...