Well with you
CHAPTER 5

"...What is good, living in a household without the slightest love? Will we be living without love?"

The night feels so long for 2 people who have been living together for one month in the ark of the household without love. They spent the whole night quieting each other. There is no word between the two. They were silent in the silence of the night. Although occasionally the sound of crickets from outside and lizard break the silence.

Their position is still the same as the starting position, which is to turn to each other. Both put their egos first. One was still in his sobbing, one thought hard in order to treat the wound he had tore in his wife's heart.

Fahmi was confused as to what to do at the time. Fahmi who used to be good at seducing women, precisely this time confused when alone with his own wife. I don't know, since he repented from playing women, it felt like that time also wanted to rest.

Fahmi. "Emm, Fira..," she called out softly at that moment.

There is no word from Fira.

"The water... I'm sleeping, aren't I?"

Fahmi turns around, and finds his wife asleep. Although he refused to care, but still his heart felt bad for Fira. Fahmi feels he has disappointed his parents because he has not been able to accept Fira. Is this the time? To start loving Fira?

Time has shown at 3 am. Fahmi is still awake, unable to sleep at all. Fira slept around midnight, at exactly 12 p.m. One thing Fahmi knows is that Fira is indeed afraid if midnight arrives. Funny thing is, Fira is afraid of ghosts.

In the past, Fira forced Fahmi to open the door that separates his bedroom from Fahmi's bedroom.

"The door won't close until I'm asleep, yeah." I remember when Fira said that. Sometimes it makes Fahmi laugh in silence.

"Fir, Fira!" Fahmi patted Fira's shoulder gently, who was fast asleep. He knew, Fira who hobbies sleep it would be difficult to wake up. And he's convinced that Fira won't wake up.

Fira squirms a little so that makes Fahmi surprised. Sounds slow from Fira.

"What time?" Ask Fira who then rose from her sleep. His eyes felt a little heavy to open. The effect of crying all night, making his eyes rancid and red.

"Hour 3. Want tahajud?" Fahmi asked softly, not as usual. Understand, Fahmi is trying to calm the heart of Fira who had been sick by him.

Fira turned her head towards Fahmi, looking at her with a sad look. "You want to impress me, don't you?" Ask.

Fahmi smiled sweetly. Sweeter than usual, making Fira's heart instantly melt. "of course. I am the priest for you."

Fira was stunned to hear the statement coming out of Fahmi's mouth. It was as if he had never felt happy other than today. Fira smiles.

"Come wudu! I know, I'm handsome. Don't usually see it."

Instantly Fira immediately threw away her face and pouted. Just now that his heart was made to fly, it was suddenly made to fall instantly. Seeing the funny face of his wife, Fahmi was widened and immediately grabbed the face of the Wife to look back at him. This is the first time Fahmi has done it. The last time he touched Fira's face at the wedding.

"I'm kidding. Here, please look as much as you look at my handsome face."

Just turn Fira glued. His heart is beating fast. Fahmi's hand still forced Fira's face to keep looking at him.

"Beauty, right, huh?" Fahmi raises both eyebrows.

Fira turned her face and expression as if she wanted to vomit.

"Alah so-so'an wants to vomit. Tell me I'm handsome, very prestige, anyway! Huh, you ugly fuck!" Ledek Fahmi when he noticed Fira's face that was still tangled with tears last night.

"Eat it, so the husband takes care of his wife. Saangin, his wife, let's be beautiful. Don't make it cry to eat!"

As if it was a slap for Fahmi. But, Fahmi tried to calm down and still act ordinary. Honestly, Fahmi prestige if you have to admit his mistake that night. He also tried as much as possible to make Fira forget that he had hurt her.

"That's a wife who takes care of a husband!" Fahmi Reply.

Fira who looked annoyed at that moment threw a pillow into Fahmi's face. Anxiously, Fahmi tries to retaliate. Fahmi had not had time to throw the pillow that Fira had thrown at him, Fira had already retreated and finally fell out of bed. Satisfied, Fahmi laughed at him.

"Ahahaha, eat it, don't mess with your husband!" Fahmi's laughter is breaking.

"Oh, sick tau!" This time Fira's tone of voice sounded soft.

Fahmi immediately approached Fira below and tried to establish Fira's body. "Come, wake up!" Fahmi deftly sat Fira on the bed and then sat beside him.

"Gapa, right?" Ask Fahmi.

Fira shook her head. "Father. Why are you helping me stand up?"

"Yes the responsibility. You are my responsibility. Especially I made you jatoh. And if anyone dares to harm you, he has the right to oppose me. When Ijab kabul, your father gave me his responsibility."

Again, Fira is made to melt by the word Fahmi. It seemed, the words from Fahmi's heart were the deepest. Fira looked at Fahmi who was looking at her as well. It was like there was a flow of love connected from their gaze. Making the flow creep into the hearts of both. This time Fahmi did not refuse. He tried to let the love shine in his heart.

Fira smiled, making Fahmi smile too. "Well, right, if you smile we fit in."

"How's it going?"

"His eyes are beautiful and I've always been handsome!"

Fira opened her lazy eyes, when she heard her husband's piety.

Fahmi gets closer and embraces Fira's shoulder. Slowly Fahmi whispered, "Unauthorized right, I embrace you?"

Fira froze and nodded stiffly. His heart was made marathon, especially when Fahmi put Fira's head on his shoulders.

"I've never loved you. From now on, I will learn to love you. A house without love is bad. I'm sorry, huh?"

Fira nodded.

"Yu, Dhuha prayer!" Invite Fahmi who then release his embrace.

Plaque!

A small slap landed on Fira's cheek. More precisely, Fira herself slapped her cheek. Rubbing her eyes, Fira said, "It's a dream isn't it? Wake up Fira, wake up!" Fira.

"What dream, anyway?" Fahmi grabs Fira's hand while stroking it. Fira froze again. His palms and soles suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

"Not a dream, really. Come wudu!" Fahmi pulls Fira's hand to get up and follows her to ablution.

"You did not pray dhuha yet? Shajuh aja not yet, ngajak prayer dhuha? This must be a dream!"

Of course, because Fira couldn't believe that her husband was this quick to be nice and sweet. Again Fira slapped her cheek with her other hand. His action came to a halt as Fahmi held his hand against slapping again. "You're nothing, anyway? This is not a dream! Come on wudu, later time tahajudnya late, loh!"

"But it was dhuha prayer."

Fahmi laughs. "Ahaha, I forgot."

They also berwudu alternately and immediately implement tahajud congregation. Fervently, Fahmi imitated his mother. Usually, they pray tahajud each and in their respective rooms. In fact, not infrequently, tahajud Fahmi missed just because of waking up difficult Fira.

At the end of the prayer, they pray and dissolve in their respective prayers, even though their prayers and hopes are the same. I hope love grows in their homes.

"Yes..."

Instantly become silent. Fira is a bit hesitant if she states that Fahmi called her with affection.

"I did it for us, Fir."

Uh, apparently Fira was wrong. It turns out that Fahmi is not calling him with a word of affection but it is a hyphen that Fahmi uses at the beginning of the sentence. Ah, disappointed!

"May I say something?" Fahmi asked without looking back, towards Fira.

"..." - ".There was no response from Fira.

"You're beautiful."

Plaque!

Fira's new habit this time it turns out to ascertain whether it is a dream or not by slapping himself. Fahmi turned his head straight away.

"Eh, uh, not a dream!"

***

I don't know, I suddenly want to tell a story, hehe. What about Fahmi and Fira? It's not hehe yet.

TBC.

Greetings, greetings,

Saifa Hunafa ❤