Wrong Uterus
Chapter.20

...Hadith Ahmad, Rasullullah said:...

...Verily those who love one another, their rooms in heaven will look like stars emerging from the east or stars of the west flashing. Then someone asked, "Who are they?", "They are people who love because of God 'Azzawajalla."...

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"Ouch! If you know like this, just get in my car," said Shila when she helped Devan push the bike.

Looks like they will fail to visit Arman because of the conditions that are almost night and they have not found a workshop.

Shit for Shila even though he had prepared his best acting if he met Arman later. A basket of fresh fruit he had bought since the office break earlier.

"This is my dad's bike, my bike was Arman's yesterday, I don't know where he put it. If we ride my bike, it won't strike like this" Devan said, actually the bike is much more butut than the father's.

"For a lot of reasons, I'm tired of waiting here for a cab."

Devan turned around when Shila stopped helping him push the bike. "This is almost magrib, this area is prone to begal same copet loh."

"Ah shit! Why am I stuck here like you."

Devan looks upset when Shila just keeps blaming him. Though he also did not want this to happen, he who initially liked the beautiful Shila, now became upset himself because Shila's attitude did not match his expectations. "Eh Sudirman culverts, I'm staying again."

Feeling unaccepted, Shila pulled Devan's collar from behind. "What did you say, Sudirman culverts? Uh I'm a secretary of a big company, beautiful and accomplished."

"As far as you are, right in front of the workshop, I want to stop by if you want to continue the road, please." He again pushed his motorbike to a workshop ten meters away from him.

While Shila was still there snorted in annoyance at what had happened to her this afternoon. He looked at the punks and thugs ahead of him, of course, he was afraid to walk alone.

Finally he decided to follow her to the workshop. Devan clucked in disbelief when he saw Shila sitting next to him. "Fear of the Bu walking alone?"

"It's forced yes, because there are a lot of thugs up ahead. Where the phone runs out of battery, today is really shit!"

Devan back tekekeh himself saw the expensive selling attitude of Shila.

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In a third of the night so thick. Syifa awoke to perform tahajud prayers, as usual. "Thank God, get up at this hour." When he was about to get out of bed, he realized that the husband was not at his side.

Last night, Syifa remembered Arman saying he was going to work overtime. Just one day Arman off then the work will pile up for it because it feels better he does all his work at home.

"Astaghfirullah, lest Mas Arman never sleep."

Without wasting any time, Syifa immediately stepped out. Fortunately, the husband's office was right next to his room.

Clamps.

The door of the room was open, but Syifa's steps were stopped in the doorway when she saw her husband performing the evening prayer. His heart jolted again, the man who was married to him was confused where the Qibla direction was now starting to return to his path.

O God, what a perfect creation you are, O God. I never expected highly if he really wanted to return to your path, but right now I can see if he is a servant who longs for your paradise, inner Syifa.

I don't know what Syifa thought. The gaze was so sad, as if missing the figure of a husband that he could not touch. The feeling began to be present and disturbed the heart, he could only embrace the shadows like the moon in the evening bridle.

"Syifa, you're here."

Syifa who had been drowning in her own daydream, finally realized. He looked at the husband who was only half a meter away from him. "Oh yes Mas, sorry I thought Mas was still overtime ... Praying for tahajud?"

"Istikharah and tahajud, I have not prayed at night. Praying until I forget, I opened the book and the internet," replied Arman as he folded his alphabet.

Syifa clasped her knees when she heard the husband's statement. As a woman who used to perform the prayer, of course, she understands what the meaning and purpose is when someone does it.

"Are you confused to decide something?"

Arman sat in front of Syifa again after finishing his alphabet. "I feel trapped in a situation. I don't know what path I should take, this time I tried to involve God in my problems, as you say, God can't make me forget that loss, but God will replace it with something else."

O Allah what is with that gaze, I do not want to misunderstand this situation, inner Syifa.

"Can I .. can you tell, what makes Mas confused to make a decision, a job?"

Instead of answering, Arman smiled and shook his head. "No, it's my secret and God's. Still in the process of establishing yourself, you kepo huh?"

Syifa smiled as she lowered her head. Suppose their marriage there is hope maybe romance will be knitted beautifully, but he knows the limits to not dare to hope too far.

After feeling able to control his feelings he looked back at Arman. "Alhamdulillah, I am happy to see Mas Arman again believing in God. Whatever makes Mas confused, hopefully quickly get an answer. Fasten another third of the night."

Slowly Arman's hand moved, gently rubbing the head of the wife. "Dampingin Mas yes, hopefully more obedient, so that later can be a role model for Cabay."

Deg.

Syifa's body shook, for the first time she felt the touch of her husband on her head. Comfortable and makes the heart more restless. Want to dodge but his body feels so stiff as if reluctant to move.

"Insignah Mas. Then I go back to the room, yes, want to pray also afraid the time is up." He immediately stood up and stepped out of Arman's study.

Arman was still there, watching Syifa disappear from behind the door. Oh my God, what should I do. She's a good woman, I can't get her hurt. Present that love immediately, if you will with me, the inner Arman.

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In the room, Syifa was about to go to the bathroom for ablution but suddenly her phone shook. Out of curiosity and fear of an important message he checked his phone.

"Message from the new number, who's it." Had felt hesitant when about to open the chat message but the curiosity is greater. A second later, he was shocked to the point of covering his mouth with his right hand.

Yes, whoever answers that the message was sent by the Word then the answer is, Right.

[Assalamualaikum the owner of the heart. I know you're still upset and angry with me. In the third tonight, through the path of the heavens I am honored to ask to be reunited with you. I'm still here waiting for you to come back.]

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