The Smell of Love Imriyah
Inner Upheaval
The night that should be quiet and quiet never happened in urban areas, no matter what urban people do, until the night was never quiet, as if never sleeping. The hour hand shows at 02:00 in the morning.
A woman sits down in a prayer ridge in the mansion. There is no bright light, only dim light coming from bright lights from outside the house. Looks like he just finished his prayer. Mukena still he wears, as well as the prayer rug that is still stretched.
His hands did not stop moving like they were counting. While the water is flowing quite hard. He was crying as he pleased, a man himself in that lonely house.
For six months she lived as one's wife, but her heart never felt happy. Her husband was so kind and adored her. But he felt unhappy. Every night, tears always come to bring sadness in the harmony of the household that has been awakened.
Well.... Romantic in the eyes of those who witness, and maybe in the eyes of the husband who may not know about the tired heart of the wife
"Why do you set this feeling, O God, what sin have you committed? Until I have to be tormented by this feeling..?" Mumbled roar
Up to an hour later, the woman —Amra— stepped slowly towards her room. It is depicted in his face if he is very tired of this complicated destiny. She slowly opened the door of her room, afraid to wake Hafidz, her husband. But he was surprised when he saw Hafidz already sitting on the bed. He showed a sweet smile to Amra who returned the smile, but both eyes looked sad.
"I'm ready to dress for prayer mas..." He walked towards the closet
"No need, dear..." Hafidz said softly, Amra stopped her steps and turned her head
"I've been praying..." Amra smiled and chose to be busy making the bed instead of sitting next to Hafidz, her face lowered, she did not want her face to be clearly visible in the eyes of Hafidz.
Hafidz silently looked at him, the smile and warmth on his face disappearing. There was a bit of despair on his face, I don't know what made him that way
"Darling...." The exclamation was very gentle, making Amra stop her activities and look at her husband, Hafidz looked at her as well, making Amra turn her eyes quickly. There was always a sense of guilt infiltrating his heart when Hafidz looked at him like that
"Six months have passed, can I still not touch you..?" Hafidz asked so gently
Amra closed both her eyes holding back the tears that suddenly burst out. That gentle question managed to stab his heart. For six months she was the wife of Hafidz. Yet even once Hafidz had not "touched" his honor. Not that he didn't want to, but Hafidz seemed to understand that he wasn't ready for all that. Slowly Amra sat down on the bed feeling that both her legs were limp.
"today... I want you to be my wife, Amra..." Hafidz still said it quietly and gently, making Amra's tears slip away.
Amra took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, regulating her feelings
"I'm completely yours, you can do anything to me, you don't have to ask my permission..." Amra smiled
"You're sincere...?" Now Amra looked back into Hafidz's eyes, then nodded confidently. Hafidz shifted and approached Amra, then he grabbed the body and hugged it warmly
"Thank you Amra, I hope after this you don't have to cry every night..." As much as Amra was able to hold back her urge to hear this sentence, she did not expect Hafidz to know with all her grief every night.
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Early in the morning, Hafidz came out of his room with a bright face full of smiles. While Amra was busy in the kitchen with her sister Nurul, preparing breakfast. As soon as he saw Hafidz approaching, Amra fell sweet on him
"Good morning, my..." He said very gently, Hafidz approached, then kissed his wife's forehead full of love
"I'm ready first yeah..." While saying that, Amra put the breakfast menu on the dining table and Hafidz helped her
"Thank you...."
"Yes baby..." Hafidz smiled and grabbed the hand of Amra who was about to return to the kitchen, asking her to just sit down
"Mr... Ask for help the rest bring it here..!"
"Good sir..."
"I'm so happy today..." Said Hafidz while looking gently at the eyes of Amra who then smiled shyly.
Well.right, Amra will start to come to terms with her feelings. Sinful if she is constantly selfish and does not "serve" Hafidz well as her husband, her paradise.
"Do I have to come?" Amra answered Hafidz's question with another and made Hafidz laugh crisply
"Looks like... I want to introduce you to my old friend... This is our first meeting in years.."
"Okay, I'll get ready first..." After saying that Amra moved towards the room.
Hafidz is more focused on directly managing his cafe which already has several branches on the island of Java. Although he owned several companies, one of which was a book publishing company, which he currently entrusted to his wife to manage.
Because he was convinced, Amra was perfectly suited to the job. Not that he could hire his wife, but this is the will of Amra who does not want to just keep quiet. In addition, he is also still busy with his novel that is still not finished because he has a lot to improve.
After breakfast, they leave for the cafe. This was the first time for Amra after she turned down Hafidz's job first. Their journey passed quietly.
"You knew? To this day I am still very impressed with you, dear..." Said Hafidz, Amra who was busy typing something on her phone turned her head
"I'm not that good as you are.."
"I was still wondering when you turned me down when I was going to give you the job.." Hafidz smiled, Amra bowed to hide the red hue on her cheeks in embarrassment
"I didn't expect that far you thought, in the middle of a city that you never went to at all, in this very strange place, you dared to leave your job in plain sight just because of a principle..."
"Udah ah mas. I'm ashamed.." Amra whining a little spoiled making Hafidz laugh
"But really, your attitude makes me feel more and more like you want to get your love..."
"Mas Hafidz..." Amra was back to whining
"You can be honest, yes... Actually since High School I like you Ra, but what is my power that is not this much, must hold the feeling for so long because it does not deserve to be a partner of people as good as you... Besides, I was also confused at that time, how to approach a sholihah woman like you..." Amra raised her head and looked at Hafidz who was focusing on driving beside her.
There was nothing he commented on from Hafidz's story. He only looked at the husband for a while, The man beside him had a sincerity for him, and as a woman he felt very lucky.
After traveling for about 30 minutes, they arrived at the cafe. With Amra in hand, Hafidz stepped in. The atmosphere is still quiet, because it is still morning. At the end of the room near a window, he saw that his old friend was waiting. His position was against Hafidz and also Amra
"That's it, he's always tept time..." Hafidz smiled at Amra who also returned her smile
"Assalamualaikum bro.." exclaimed Hafidz excited as soon as they were near, astonished by Hafidz's call, the man turned his head and greeted Hafidz with glee as well.
But his smile disappeared for a moment when he saw Amra next to his best friend. Likewise Amra who currently feels his heart will be dislodged because it is very surprised
"Yes Allah... Friend Fatih... Where have you been?" Hafidz who had not realized the situation immediately approached and warmly embraced the friend
"Ah yes... I can't believe we were reunited because of work..."
"How are you guys?" Hafidz took off his embrace
"Good.good..." Fatih smiled but her gaze could not be separated from Amra who was currently lowered, trying to neutralize her feelings
"Emmm... Again, I'm sorry about your wife... God willing, Allah will receive all his deeds.."
"Thank you guys..."
"Oh yes... Do you remember what I said at graduation? God answered my prayer... Introduce, Amra... My wife..." Hafidz proudly introduced his wife. Amra raised her head slowly and looked at Fatih
"Hi Amra's..." Amra smiled and looked down again, unable to bear the sight of Fatih's eyes that were like they were holding the wound. No more chatter, Fatih still looked at Amra who was now lowered, and this awkward situation made Hafidz realize something was strange.