The Whore That Gus Azam's Wife
Closing the Aurat

“Qabiltu nikahaha wa tazwijaha alal mahril madzkuur wa radhiitu bihi, wallahu waliyyu taufiq”

Azam said the kabul Ijab smoothly in one breath.

“Sah?” Ask the witness.

At that time abi Daud nodded, “Sah” said simultaneously with other witnesses.

“Alhamdulillah” Muttered the people there.

The wedding was held in a simple manner at the boarding school Lailatul Qadar and only attended by a few people, such as the Azam nuclear family including Zaidan and also some boarding school boarders.

Azam touched the ubun-ubun Stella who has legally become his wife, “Allahumma inni as’aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltaha’alaih. Wa a’udzubika min syarriha wa syarrimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih”

It is the sunnah recommended by the Prophet SAW., for the groom.

“What are you doing?” Stella's whisper, confused by what Azam did.

Stella looks so beautiful, with a bridal dress from Maryam and thin makeup. For the first time, Azam was able to see with satisfaction the beautiful face before him.

Azam just smiled in response to his wife, he gave her his right hand. Stella was confused, only looking at Azam.

With a gesture, Azam glanced at his hand and also Stella took turns. Luckily, Stella understood, she welcomed Azam's hand and kissed the back of her husband's hand.

At the end of the door, a woman was staring at her ex-husband exchanging rings with another woman. He could only cry in silence.

“Rest” Say hello to the newlyweds after the event. They were just married religiously, because it was held so suddenly.

Azam and Stella kissed the hands of Abi Daud and umi Fatimah and went to Azam's room.

“Are we going to be here?” Stella asked, to be honest she was not comfortable if she had to be in the boarding school. Despite her different lifestyle, Stella is more uncomfortable when getting unpleasant looks from them.

“You don't want to be here?” Ask Azam.

Stella was silent, she couldn't say that, could she? He was afraid to offend Azam.

“We go tomorrow, just find the house you want but, if you leave this city sorry, I can't” Sahut Azam yet.

Stella was a little surprised by what her husband said, is buying a house according to Azam that easy? He just rented an apartment it felt like he was going to die, so expensive.

“Are you serious?” Ask Stella.

Azam nodded, “We take care of his marriage papers” he said.

“What doesn't burden you? Shouldn't rent first?” Ask Stella.

Azam shook his head, “Of course not, whatever it is if for your convenience, I won't mind”.

Stella was silent with the answer Azam gave, for some reason there was a sense of pleasure in her.

“Looks like I should be grateful, because it looks like you can be a good makmum” muttered Azam, when you see Stella has started to melt by itself only overnight.

Stella looked at Azam, right, she thought, Did I conquer with her just because of the two rakaat prayers repent yesterday?

“It's okay, we learn slowly. Keep on being a good Stella” Sahut Azam then walk into the bathroom to clean yourself up.

Hid

Stella squeaks softly, “Absolutely all this time I was evil?” He murmured while staring at the closed bathroom door.

Stella looked around her, the boarding house in her shadow all this time was an uncomfortable and ancient place but, the boarding house managed to break that thought.

The woman took off her hijab, feeling sultry with the cloth covering her head.

“Hah, the freshness” murmured after the cloth was released.

“Do not open it again in public, because it is absolutely mine and only I can see it” Azam said.

Stella was surprised, she immediately turned to the source of the voice. The man had just come out of the bathroom, with the bahrobe attached to his body, walking towards his wardrobe.

“I'm surprised” Said Stella.

“I'm sorry” Azam replied with a smile.

Stella was fixated with that smile, she only realized that her husband was not as bad as she thought, her husband who usually lowered his head when he saw her now raised his face calmly.

“You didn't lower your head again?” Ask Stella.

“You are legally my wife, which means you are my mahram, I am free to enjoy your beauty, and vice versa” Azam said.

“What's the difference if you look at me next with before marriage? In the end you will see me like this” Stella replied while cleaning up the makeup on her face.

“I've explained this before when I was going to bring you here and as a Muslim woman, you have to keep your aura closed, especially if you already have a husband.

The male's aura is from between the navel to the knee, while the female's aurat is all over her body unless this” Azam touches her face, the man standing behind Stella looking towards the standing mirror, “and also this” this time Azam showed his palm to the mirror.

“Are you crazy? It's not at all modern, see how people here dress like it even looks dull and not fashionable”

Azam smiled, looking at his wife calmly.

“Closing aurat for Muslim women and men is mandatory, Stella.

Islam has its own criteria for dressing, not about how expensive or how fashionable your clothes are, not about how famous they are.

Allah SWT explained it in the Quran, letter Al Ahzab verse 59 where in that verse Allah SWT ordered the prophets to tell all your women’min namely the wives and daughters so that they wear polite clothes with a headscarf that covers her body, especially when going out of the house.

The goal is to maintain the honor of the women to avoid all disturbances syaiton”

Stella listened to Azam while looking at the man from the reflection of the mirror. They looked at each other in the mirror, their eyes locked perfectly.

“This is also explained in the letter Al Ahzab verse 33 where the essence of the verse is that if we go out of the house we should walk quickly but, not agile. Nor decorated themselves let alone flirtatious and tabarruj that show curves in dress, this is not only intended for the wives of the prophet but, also for all Muslims and Muslimah”

Upon hearing Azam's explanation, Stella's mind went up and down at the moment where she was before coming even when she came here she was still wearing the clothes Azam said she was wearing. Tight dress and hijab that does not cover her hair perfectly.

There was a sense of disappointment with himself upon hearing that, the door of his heart as if it was knocked to no longer do so.

“There is a story of the Prophet, where at that time a woman named Asma’ bint Abu Bakr met the Prophet in thin clothes. At that time, the Prophet turned away from his sight and said ‘Okay Asma’, indeed a woman who has been puberty, must not show herself except this and ini’ he pointed at her face and palms alternately, like I did to you earlier”

Stella ventured to ask, although she was actually afraid of the answer she would receive later, “What reward would be obtained if we still broke the rules?” Ask.

“There are two groups of people in hell one of them is a woman who is dressed but like naked, she walks while swaying her body, it could be her clothes are wide but, thin and laughing or her clothes are tight, it could also be his clothes are too short, it's called dressing but, naked”

Glupe

Stella gulped her salivary rough, it was her yesterday. This is still about clothes, what about her behavior when she became a model? Or even be a night woman? what punishment will be accepted later? Her thought.

At that moment, it felt like Stella's legs were limp, she seemed to want to slump from where she stood but, Azam caught her.

“That's why, Islam is beautiful. Allas SWT, keep all His servants to avoid sins and the heat of hellfire” Azam said before finally helping his wife sit on the bed.