
The night sky looks so dense accompanied by rain and lightning that snatches constantly. Syifa and Arman who had just finished performing the Isya prayer service were shocked because the electricity was suddenly extinguished.
Arman immediately stepped over while fumbling where he put his phone. There Still in his prostration place, Syifa was still glued while waiting for the lighting from the husband.
Tonight reminds Syifa of her first night and her husband for being out of lights. He smiled in the dark because he remembered the moment.
How not, at that time for the first time Syifa opened her aura in front of a man. Shame, yes at that time he was embarrassed but he knew that the husband's eyes were halal for it.
"Syifa, what are you talking about?" asked Arman, who was sitting next to his wife, lighting a candle he picked up in the nightstand drawer.
"It's okay, Mom. It's just that when it rains and you die like this I remember the moment when I made the equator on the night of our bride, when your expression was very funny," Syifa replied with a small laugh.
Arman looked at the wife deeply, his heart jolting as if there were thousands of arrows piercing through her defenses. For a man like Arman, there is no perfect woman in this world except a woman who always looks shady and radiant even though she is covered in the thick of the night.
"All I remember that night, I just felt confused, because I didn't know what to take action, I was afraid you were offended and thank God you were more relaxed with the circumstances, haha. Funny, how God brought us together."
Syifa grabbed the husband's right hand and held it tightly. "When Ijab kabul is finished and the word legitimate reverberates around the room, I give all my hopes to him, I sincerely because lillahi Ta'ala. As an ustadz once said, marrying someone we love is a wish but loving someone we marry is an obligation."
How much time was wasted, Arman continued to be enveloped in guilt that never healed. The wound is no longer about the mass that has now been stored as a lesson.
But the wound is now present because he feels he has been very sinful to offer accountability but accompanied by a covenant. "From this time my teaching became a more responsible husband."
"God, then we go to sleep. It seems like the rain is getting heavier." Syifa opened her face and lay on the bed.
From a distance of several meters Arman still stood as if reluctant to move. He could see Syifa lying on the bed, suddenly remembering a worship they had not yet performed, yet so ashamed to reveal.
"Oh it's okay." Arman immediately went up to the bed. After the confession of love, he suddenly felt the circumstances to be a little different. Yeah, maybe it's just him because Syifa looks more relaxed. "Syifa are you really going to sleep?"
"Hem, I was very sleepy because all day accompanying Mas at the office not to mention that this afternoon we ate a lot at the seafood restaurant and stopped by Dad's house. Hoaamm weather is very supportive for sleep," said Syifa with closed eyes.
Arman stared at the dark ceiling while smiling to himself. I don't know if he feels reborn as a man who has just fallen in love.
Not that he forgot Chyntia but now he considers the loss is a lesson that God left a woman not to always be at his side, but a process of life, starting from love, but to love, have and then let go.
"Syifa, I am so happy that you are by my side, I no longer feel empty like I used to. I'm starting to think what we ha-"
Arman's words stopped when he turned his head turned out that the wife had fallen asleep. He changed his position to face Syifa with a fairly close distance in the face of the beautiful face while continuing to smile.
"I'm not done talking and you're asleep. I don't want to force you to do it but I hope tomorrow, the day after tomorrow or whatever you will be all mine" Arman said, caressing Syifa's face.
Suddenly Syifa's eyes opened again, she looked at Arman with a soft look. "Does he want me tonight?"
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