The Charm of The Twins
80 "Dek Qiya"
The evening before preparing some supplies and clothes that will be brought to Kudus accompanied Umi Laila pilgrimage. Qiya remembered the message her father had sent. He glanced towards the door of the room. Quickly he locked the door to his room. Then he sat on his bed. He opened the screen of his phone, he looked at the screen long enough and by reciting his thumb touch the audio playing button sent Bram. There was the voice of the man who had already managed to grab half his heart.
...{I may not have a position and a treasure like my father....
...If I want to make Qiya happy with the treasures and positions maybe I can't afford....
...It was precisely he got from a small father who was quite successful because he had two things....
...I only have a love that I will try to be loyal only to Qiya if we get married....
...And it still needs the guidance of my father and parents if you are a match....
...Second, I may not be able to be like a father who has a lot of wealth but God willing, I will try with my own sweat to provide a halal living for my wife and children....
...Third, I might compare to Qiya, I am not as smart as your daughter....
...But I hope that if one day have children, a wife who is smart and good morals like the father's daughter can give birth to generations that can make the Prophet happy in the final day}...
The tears of Ayra's girl trickled down, she felt flattered. He was grateful for falling in love with the right man. That night somehow the phone made the same sound from the headset that stuck to Qiya's ear. The girl even fell asleep hearing the voice of the man who for her already had half her soul. He who has never felt such a feeling feels what his college friends often say. Falling in love is a million things.
But in Ayra's oldest room. Ayra's son is seen in the music room whose door is connected to his room directly. He seemed to hold the guitar and occasionally plucked the strings of the guitar then the pen he slipped in his ear he took and he incised a note under the words he strung. Sentence by sentence he assembled and wanted to make another for his future wife. The top of the page reads 'I Will Always Love You'. That night he became an artist who was creating a work.
If Ammar and Qiya were drunk with love for God's creatures. The room next to Ammar's. A wife who felt her waist hurt. He tried to sleep and was agitated. Abraham just came out of the bathroom. He just stretched the prayer mat. But seeing Nur was pretty strange that night. The woman, who he said was his wife, did not stretch the prayer mat in her usual place.
"Is he sick?" Abraham asked in his heart.
Because the heart is still cold. He continued his heart intent. He enjoyed making out with the verses he had in his memory.
When he came to Surat al-Baqarah verse 228. His lips recite the verse. But soon God opened a memory that might be closed because of its amnesia. He can know the meaning of the sentence where the wives have the same rights as their obligations.It is like looking at one place where there is Pakdenya Furqon in front of many santri. Where Furqon's voice seemed real to him.
"Rasulullah even exemplified that he always showed happiness to his wife, sometimes toying with his wife, affection and being subtle. So do not let the santri-santri here tomorrow if you have a wife like our wife's maid. Give money to shop. We are busy ourselves. His heart is not warmed by our love and care as husbands." The voice of Furqon was heard in Ibrahim's ear.
Actually it was one of the memories when Ibrahim was studying in Kali Bening. And Furqon as a teacher at the time.
Suddenly, a grain of sweat the size of corn soaked Ibrahim's body. He closed his Mushaf. He lowered his head. He cried, and wiped the tears on his cheek. He turned towards Nur who was still agitated due to the discomfort in his stomach and waist.
"O Allah.. Am I a dzolim husband?" Inner Ibrahim. He felt a few days with Nur. His wife was always smiling, always serving all her needs. Always remind to take vitamins. He folds his sajad. He was born on the sofa, with shaky steps he walked towards Nur's bed.
Her lips felt stifled. He was confused as to what to talk about. But a flash of memory just now, not only hurt his head but his heart as well. He felt as if he were hurt when Furqon's voice rang in his ear. He felt like a selfish man, a hurt man. He felt yesterday too busy with his activities with his Mushaf.
One hand he rubbed on the waist that was previously rubbed by Nur.
Nur was silent, he did not dare to look. But he can be sure if the hand that rubbed his waist is Ibrahim's. His chest was pounding, he seemed to feel the drizzle of rain falling when the drought had long controlled his heart. Drought will caress tender husband. Drought for the love and attention of the husband who was once so great. Even because of the love and attention of Ibrahim on the wife makes Nur Hasanah who should be more mature 6 years than Ibrahim is very spoiled for the husband who is relatively young.
"Easy?" Two words that came out of Ibrahim's lips made Nur shed tears. One attention he had hoped for for days. One concern that he prayed every prostration so that the husband returned with love as before.
He just nodded slowly.
"Why crying? Sick? Or do I call Mama?" Ask Ibrahim who saw his wife crying.
"Let's just like this... Don't call mama. He must be tired." Saying Nur fast. She just wanted to enjoy the touch and attention her husband had not received for a long time.
"Sleep, I'll be here until you fall asleep" said Ibrahim softly.
Nur did not dare to look back. He endured his happy cries. He enjoyed that gentle rub. His hands rubbed the stomach that was starting to grow.
"Alhamdulillah... Thank you God. At least today, this fetus feels a touch from his father." Batin Nur while rubbing his stomach.
"Why is it like I'm so comfortable hearing and seeing this cut?" Ibrahim was curious.
That night, Nur fell asleep with happiness because slowly her husband began to change. He never protested to his husband. He prefers the Gusty of Allah, Who Turns the Heart of His Servant. That night she saw her own prayers begin to be answered with the attention of her husband. Ibrahim even that night fell asleep in a sitting position and one hand still rubbed Nur's waist.
Qiya had just returned from Kudus with Ammar. They also stayed at the residence of Eyang Lukis yesterday. When he just entered the middle room he was welcomed by Bram. Bram quickly tells his daughter that Gede came to propose to him with the family.
"Take Gede here with his family. The day after tomorrow you have to return to the internship, right?" Bram.
The new Qiya sat on the sofa that was right next to Bram.
"I mean Papa, Papa and Mama want Gede to propose to you immediately. You have not been on pilgrimage. Papa Mama also blesses you with Gede. You also like not with Gede. Is it because of the pilgrimage from Kudus that you changed to accept Hilman?" Bram asked curiously.
Ayra's daughter reflexively kissed the back of Bram and Ayra's hands in turn. He rushed to the room. Her chest is beating ungodly. He was confused to convey what his father asked him to do. While the three people in the room laughed at Qiya's expression.
"I'm not you Salami Qiy?" Shouted Ammar who saw his sister half run towards his room.
"God...." Ayra said because it reminded her of her attitude that often teases her sister.
"Ndoro...." Ammar.
"And you, immediately find WO for your marriage to Arumi. Papa wants you to get married next month. Papa doesn't want you to be tormented for loving people's girls and imagining the no-no. All of you will meet the event Ijab Qiya. And Papa will have a reception for the Threes." Bram told Ammar.
He had a discussion with Ayra. And the wife wants if there is a thanksgiving for her three children. But Bram wants to hold a reception on the day of Qiya ijab. Nur was also welcomed as a daughter-in-law in their family. The four-month event wants Ayra to hold for Nur before Qiya ijab. He wants to keep it at home.
Ammar and Qiya both did not expect that the process would be that fast. Both of their parents were only worried for a long time. Their twins fell in love before they got married. Then it is better that they hasten the marriage of their daughter's son.
Qiya was in the room and sent a message to Gede's doctor.
\[Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Dock.\]
\[Walaikumsalam\]
\[Papa ask the doctor to come tomorrow with the doctor's parents\]
(Am I accepted, Doc?\]
\[Committed **KH. Asrori Al-Ishaqi 'Ojo easy nolak love, mundak angel mate mu***'. Thank God Papa and I do not reject the love of doctors\]
\[Alhamdulillah.... Allahuahbar.... Thank you doc. thank you. I will be coming with my Mom soon. Thank you for the trust and opportunity that the doctor also gave the family.\]
\[It is intended for worship, Doc.\]
\[Goddessa.... Deck Qiya\]
"Hhhhh..... May Allah be the beauty of the taste that God creates in the hearts of men." Said Qiya who was smiling happily reading the last message that doctor Gede sent. The doctor called him 'Dek'.
The two hearts of the doctor were in full bloom.