The Love of Habib
Chapters 11.9

"Something interesting, isn't it?" Ask Gisel prank.

Dira nodded his head calmly, "There are, but I think they're too clean so I'm finding Daddy's sugar that's better suited to me."

Gisel shook his head lazily following Dira's talk. After joking Dira is too heavy for the age of those who still do not touch the adult figure.

Moreover, Dira himself is the son of a rich man and his logic does not require a helping hand Daddy sugar.

"Aren't you?" Ask Dira back.

Gisel smiled faintly.

"There, but I don't know where he's sitting on the saf." Gisel said shyly.

He had tried to peek but because there were too many people, Gisel could not see it clearly. Afterward, he could only sit quietly on the prayer mat. In fact, he had not seen Danis for a long time and often missed her.

"It's a real shame." Decak Dira snobs.

"By the way, sleeping here is good too, huh?" Said Aish suddenly interrupting the speaker of the two of them.

Honestly, it might sound a bit overwhelming to others but this was indeed a fact that Aish felt alone. He said sleeping last night was one of the best sleeps he'd ever had in his life. Although not dreaming beautifully and not even having dreams at all, but Aish felt much more satisfied and comfortable, strangely. Could it be that he was able to sleep this comfortably since they were sleeping inside the mosque?

The mosque is the house of God, a place of worship and is considered holy because it is used to do good things. So, it could be if all of that affects Aish's comfort factor. In addition, Aish must also admit clearly when sitting in silence in this place makes it easy to drop tears. Well, this place provides a warm and peaceful atmosphere, as if Aish will not be forbidden or hated when pouring out his heart.

"Eh, I think I'm the only one who's crazy about it, you're also crazy about Aish." Gisel surprised.

Dira scratched his head, "I'm also comfortable. I sleep really well."

Aish and Gisel turned to look at Dira. They both looked at Dira amusedly.

"Why?" Ask Dira shyly.

Gisel shrugged his shoulders, "It's funny, because you're a really fast person to sleep wherever you are. Not in the dormitory, not in the mosque, you must be the first to fall asleep. And I'm even suspicious that you might be quick to adapt under"

"Don't say anything weird. This is a mosque, we are advised to multiply the prayer and remembrance of the talk that is not useful." Cut Dira kalem.

Aish patted her forehead helplessly. Not speaking anymore, Aish brought her gaze staring towards the first floor. The first floor is almost full of rows of very neat and tight saf. Seeing her from above was quite pampering Aish's eyes.

"Hahh...I don't know where Khalid is?" Mumbled Aish longing.

Subjecting his head, Aish's mind suddenly turned to the results of his findings in the bathroom earlier. When she takes off her hijab while taking ablution water, Aish suddenly smells habib Khalid's fragrance on her hijab cloth. Fragrant of refreshing trees, as if we were brought into a lush forest in the morning, Aish felt this feeling every time he smelled the fragrance of Habib Khalid.

Aish believes he never met with Habib Khalid yesterday except for the provisions left by the window of the room, he never met with Habib Khalid at all. Then why is the smell of habib Khalid suddenly on the hijab?

Aish's confused.

Even if she met habib Khalid, they were not that close to making her fragrance stick to her hijab.

"What's possible..." Aish is reminded of Dira's vague dream.

"If that person is Khalid's brother, then everything can be explained. I'm sure Habib Khalid is the only person who has this fragrance." Because this fragrance is very unusual, a fragrance that does not appear from perfumes or other types of artificial fragrances, Aish believes this fragrance is a fragrance owned by Habib Khalid himself.

"May I wish Allah.might I wish that Brother Khalid was by my side that night?" Aish muttered softly.

...****...

"Assalamualaikum, Mother." Sapa Aira early in the morning to Mother.

"Mosur."

Aira this morning was in a good mood after thinking long last night. He was determined to ignore what my grandfather said because as Allah says in the Qur'an, women are vile to men who are vile, and men are vile to vile women (after all), while women are good to good men, and men are good to good women (after all). They are clean of what people accuse. They have mercy and a glorious sustenance (heaven). (QS. An-Nur 24: Verse 26)

So Aira did not have to worry about habib Khalid because in the end habib Khalid would definitely be met with a good woman, and Aira was sure if he had a very big chance to be elected.

"Mother, what are you doing outside?" Tanya Aira was curious.

Aira saw the grandfather in the front yard doing something but she was not sure what grandfather was doing because she could not see it clearly from inside.

Mother turned to the window facing directly to the front yard, smiling wryly, "Grandfather is taking care of Mama Aish's rose." Answer Mother briefly.

After listening to Mother's reply, Aira was no longer interested in paying attention to grandfather. According to him grandfather is too excessive and likes to be picky against his Mother.

Hey, Mama Aish is long dead so there's no need to remember.

"Mother, today Aira permission to the city library, well. Aira exams will soon be so you have to read a lot of books so that the exam is smooth and the entrance test to the university is made easy as well." Aira pulled out her chair and sat down.

His nose covered with veil sniffed how fragrant the food Mother made for breakfast this morning.

Mother likes to hear her daughter's persistence to learn.

"Mother permission when I give permission."

Aira held a tablespoon and prepared to take a mouthful of fried rice.

"Dad has permission, Mother. Dad added Aira some more shopping money so she could buy anything that Aira likes to come out later."

Mother smiled.

"Mother is happy, listen. Son, learn it not for long. If you can go home in the afternoon, yeah?"

With bulging cheeks Aira nodded her head obediently.

"Sip, Bun." He undertakes.

Seriate...

Azira hated her father for abandoning her, and she hated her father's second wife even more because if it wasn't for her, she would never have stepped on the nightworld. No, to be honest Azira hates her father and father's happy and harmonious family. Ever looked down on Azira and her poor mother, they even without hesitation killed her mother.

Azira hates them all!

It is because of this hatred that she is forced to enter the family of Father, destroy the happy life of Father's beloved daughter and seize her future husband, Azira does all that.

She thought her revenge had been completed after seeing her father's family destroyed, and she was ready to be destroyed by her coercive husband. However, who would have thought if her coercive husband not only did not destroy her but also provided a home for her to return?

Whatisthis?

Is this just the disguise of the husband to take revenge on him for having usurped the position of a loved woman?

Or just the opposite?

The answer is here, Mahram To Azira