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Zain fell on the ground, because I was standing from the other end of the bench. I myself did not fall down before Zain sat on the other end because of my light body. However, that does not apply to men who have a height of 178 cm, with ideal body proportions.

"Sorry," I said as I approached Zain who was still sitting on the wet ground, because of the rain last night.

"Just two days married to you, I've always had bad luck" Zain said.

"Hush, there's no such thing as shit. The bad luck that befalls you is a test, which will bear rewards if you are sincere and patient. If you believe misfortune is the same as shirk, in Islam it is called at thatayyur."

"Dad, Miss Ustadzah. Help me stand up" Zain said, grabbing my hand to help him stand up.

Because Zain's posture was bigger than mine, making us lose our balance. In the end Zain fell for the second time.

I blinked my eyes a few times as Zain and I stared at each other for a few seconds. The existence of his cornea was so anesthetizing, I did not feel any pain at all even though my body fell down while being attracted to his hand.

I could also enjoy Zain's face that looked so handsome, despite being exasperated. Diamond powder base.

"You're heavy, you know!"

"Huh?"

I rushed out of Zain's body, when I realized I had fallen down on him. This is not a test, but the wisdom of patience. God loves rich moments.

"I'm sorry I asked for your help." Zain got up on his own, without a care for me who was still sitting on the ground.

"You didn't help me?" I asked Zain who was busy shaking his hands on the clothes that hit the ground.

"Wake up on your own" he said, glancing at me a little before getting busy with his activities.

If in the last two days Zain felt was misfortune. The other two days with me feel like the luckiest woman. I've decided, I'll fight for my household with Zain.

Foolish with the deal that has been made, I will make Zain confess his love to me first. I was ready to wait for that moment to come to me.

I pulled the end of the shirt Zain was wearing to get his attention. After those beautiful eyes looked at me, I extended my hand so that Zain would welcome him. As good as my husband was, he helped me to stand up even though he told me to get up on my own.

"It hurts?" Kulrikik Zain who was twitching his waist.

"Let's hurt. The drop of sack rice!"

Astaghfirullah .. his mouth really. Lucky darling.

"Here I go on a massage."

"Not to look for a chance." Zain instantly brushed off my hand before this hand landed smoothly on his waist. The action made me chuckle a little, so gales, pinching his heart.

"I'm good, want to lighten the burden of the husband," I said while winking one eye. I hope Zain smiles a little, eh even more seeing my behavior. Patience.

"You want to ease my burden, keep your distance from me. Being close to you just makes me more si_"

"Stttt." I covered Zain's mouth with my index finger. "The word is do'a. Say something good!"

Zain grabbed my hand to keep his lips away. While my hands were still hanging in the air, Zain and I both saw that there was soil attached to the finger that I used to cover Zain's mouth.

"I'm sorry" I said after Zain went ahead of me. I stared at the strapping back that was away from me during my activity to clean my fingers with the tip of the shirt.

We continue our journey home, which will bear witness to the history of the growth of love, in the hearts of couples who have been halal. Till jannah with you, god willing, aamiin.

"Well?" asked Zain who always paid attention to what his beautiful wife did when she rubbed her palms to the face.

"Berdo'a," I replied as I gave a sweet smile, Zain refocused his gaze on the streets after hearing my reply.

The car ended up turning on a house so dark, among other houses so sparkly. House with a minimalist style, which is painted with a nude feel. Describe the owner of the house with a warm and elegant heart.

"Zayn? Did you choose the color?"

Zain sighed slowly hearing my question, a second later nodding. I love the house, and the one with the house. Fixes.

Zain felt the light switch and turned it on, the house looked much bigger after the lights illuminated it. A two-story, four-room house that only I and Zain would live in.

I need some kids to make the atmosphere of this house crowded. There was at least one child crying in the living room, one child screaming for his father to chase away the cockroaches upstairs, and two other children who were bothering me to cook in the kitchen running around. A simple dream.

"Your room is on the left, on the right is my room. Remember that! Don't you dare set foot in my room." Zain ravaged my daydreams.

Ah .. I forgot, in the letter of agreement has been explained clearly, we will occupy a different room. That is the reason Zain prepared this house, instead of living with his parents who only have children. Bye kids, next time I'll figure out a way to get you guys.

After tidying up the luggage, I rushed towards the kitchen making dinner. Time so late does not allow for ready food delivery, although the body feels very tired after a long drive. Qodarulloh we stopped by the minimarket before.

I called Zain in his room After he finished preparing the instant noodles. Zain finished a bowl of my homemade noodles voraciously, maybe he was hungry, or maybe a wife's handmade one that made instant noodles taste like spaghetti. Wallahu a'lam bishawab.

The sun on the eastern horizon colored the earth with a reddish hue, spread warmth, etched the spirit at every step of my steps on the first day of staying one roof with a halal lover.

"Aira's aunt called tonight." Zain opened his voice after finishing one slice of his breakfast toast.

I who was sipping camomille tea immediately looked at Zain who was still chewing his food in his mouth.

"Why didn't Aunt Aira call me?"

"Your phone can't be contacted. So I panicked and called me right away" Zain said without taking his eyes off the next toast.

"I forgot" I said, patting my forehead. "My phone ran out of power yesterday, I'll call Aunt Aira." I hurried to leave Zain who was still busy with his breakfast.

I pointed my way to take the phone in the room, then dialed the number that connected me to Aunt Aira. After asking each other the news and telling me about the breakfast menu, my aunt asked me to find Zain because there was something she wanted to talk to him about.

I looked for Zain who was having breakfast at the dinner table, but I could not find him. In the end I headed upstairs where Zain's room was.

"Astaghfirullah .... " I tiptoed in shock then closed my eyes after entering Zain's room without knocking on the door. It turned out that Zain had just finished his bath and was just wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.

"What!"

"Tante Aira called, he wanted to ask for torn bread, uh." I pass the phone in my hand to Zain, then go out of his room running.

Jeez ... That's a rich belly toast, uh ripped bread, uh khilaf, khilaf.