Gold And Diamond
Part 90 "Husband Prayer"

Gus Omar was silent. Then, take a towel.

The deg! The thump is getting rampant. Kala immediately knitted down the blanket after the bathroom door was tightly closed.

"Came on, what did I just now. Why am I like this too. Wonder me. Aduuuuh." He was mumbling under the blanket.

"Where my body shakes all. Oh, nooo. But, I need to calm down. Relaxed. Relax, Kala. One ... two .. three. Huuffft. Huffff." He inhaled and let out his breath many times. Until the fifth he just felt calm. However, when the sound of the faucet died. His heart is back in the race. He got out of bed and hid under the bed.

"Safe. It's safe here."

The bathroom door opened. The same scented body spray is so strong. Overcoming the smell of air-conditioned rooms. Kala only realized that he had sprayed too much.

"Surely strong smells. Haduuuh,"he inner.

Underneath, Kala only heard the sound of strides. I don't know what Gus Omar is doing right now. He thought at once hoping that Gus Omar would not find him. As soon as he realized. Doesn't acting like that just get more childish? Overextended. He curled his body.

Darkened. His arm was bitten by a mosquito. Scratchy. Grimaced.

"Ciii. Mosquitoes are killing you." He patted her arm. Unaware his voice had awakened someone.

Budging. Silent. Kala thought Gus Omar was out of the room. He tried to check. Reveal bed sheets that dangle to the floor.

And ...

"Yetoooooo."

The deg! Kala's heart jumped instantly. His body quickly retreated.

"Remain here?"

Kala shook her head while grimacing.

"The dark stuff, huh?"

Kala shook her head.

Gus Omar came in. Crumbed under the undercarriage.

"Above, Gus. Forgiveness (not) below. Lots of mosquitoes."

"Biteped?"

"Enggeh."

"The insolent mosquito once dared to bite you. I haven't been given a bite. Where's mosquitoes? Where's where?"

Kala smiled knot. Blushed. Missing words.

"If you want her to sleep here, I'll come."

"Eh, mboten. Just sleep on top."

"Eight is as good as it is."

Until the next day they finally really sleep under the bed without lighting. And throughout that time they gave each other warmth. Exchanging face-to-face, breath, and heartbeats that do not need to be reinterpreted.

Awake them. Then, move places. Kala took water in the glass because of a sudden thirst. Gus Omar also changed to take the glass when after it was placed on the table. He looked for the lips that had been left behind. In fact, it is not reluctant to exchange its saliva there.

"Why climb over hmmm?" Gus Omar asked Kala to get closer to him.

"Under many mosquitoes."

"And I'm the mosquito. Who bit you all night."

The reflex laughs.

"Welcome to pray or go back to sleep?"

"Gengancy?"

"Need you."

"I'm coming along."

"Tell?"

"Enggeh."

"I want that."

Kala frowned. "What?"

"That."

"What lo?"

"That's. Cooking doesn't matter?"

Kala shook her head in guess.

"That, Deck."

"What, anyway?" inner later.

"What, Gus? Try to tell me the obvious."

Gus Omar smiled. Boost.

"We are sleeping again."

"Allahummaj'allaki zaujatas. Be a great woman, my wife." Gus Omar pulled up the hair that was strewn across Kala's face and neck. Then, pick up the redness a bit long.

After Kala fell asleep, Gus Omar got up. Repeating the wudu, then holding a prayer mat. Long time motion of his hands swirling controlling tasbih grains. For almost an hour he sat down, solemnly locked. Reaffirms old prayers and gives thanks for the blessings of the Almighty. He rubbed his face and approached Kala. He returned to the club in the contest. Do not forget to blow the prayers in the ubun-tubun Kala. Exhale both eyes, both cheeks, and nose alternately. Interpret with the prayers taught.

Smear the left eye by starting from the right while praying in the heart, allahumma innaa fatahnaa laka fathammbiiinaa.

اِنَّا فَتَحْنَا لَكَ فَتْحًا مُّبِيْنًاۙ

Then, the two cheeks alternate from the right. While reading inwardly, Yes Kariimu Ya Rahmaanu Ya Rahiimu O Allah.

Then, peeling his nose and praying, farauhuw waraihaanuw wa jannatu na'iim.

فَرَوْحٌ وَّرَيْحَانٌ ەۙ وَّجَنَّتُ نَعِيْمٍ

Then Gus Omar added a kiss on the gibberish which based on supposedly said it signifies the neck belongs to a woman who is romantic, cheerful, and kind. He prayed, allahu nuurun samawati wal ardl.

اَللّٰهُ نُوْرُ السَّمٰوٰتِ وَالْاَرْضِۗ

Lastly, he added his pagutan to the chin by praying, nuuru habiibil iipani min 'ibaadikash shalihiin.

نُوْرُ حَبِيْبِ الإِيْمَانِ مِنْ عِبَادِكَ الصَّالِحِيْنَ

A moment later Kala wriggled slowly. Sighs long. Gus Omar smiled at the change in face that became funny.

"I'll try to make you proud to marry me, Cah Sweet. That is my promise to my God. Sleep well. Later wake up in a healthy state of birth and your mind, "his mind. Hugged tightly.

Gus Omar went to sleep.

However, Kala then woke up first. He did not immediately wake up because he saw Gus Omar who was very sound with a soft snore. Fifteen minutes before dawn, after she had prepared her clothes, pants, and perfumes, she touched Gus Omar's cheek.

"Mas, monggo get up first. The dawn is over. Come on!"

The eyes are also awake. Like a surprised person.

"The body is finished."

"You ate his dawn?"

Kala laughed softly. "Duh, O God. Let's get up first!" He offered both his hands to lend a helping hand.

"Where's cheek?"

Putting her hair behind her ears. Put on the right cheek.

"They?"

Then put the left cheek.

"That's red?"

Closing his eyes.

"It has. Okay, so this is the spirit of four-five."

And then he said, "Seriously, yes, Gus Omar is forty? Really rich is two five. Very young soul."

The same morning. The atmosphere is as joyful as yesterday. They start the morning with breakfast on the balcony. Enjoy the view from a height.

"No, yeah, Mom."

"I'm not."

"The shower hasn't been taken. I have all the clothes and everything."

"It has. You took a shower when you were snoring."

"I slept snoring."

"Related?"

"Enggeh. I'm not sleeping, Gus."

"Yes yes."

"But the real njengan cooking has taken a shower earlier?"

"It."

"Oowww."

"But lie." Gus Omar let go of his smile.

"Don't, njenengan naughty."

"You are naughty."

"Snell."

"You, Deck."

"Generation. Just a little bit."

"Yes we're both naughty."

"Hehe." Kala bit the spoon while grimacing.

Nb: prayer is contained in the book of Fathul Izzar by Abdullah Fauzi.