The Light in My Darkness
45

Fatma wept softly thinking of her husband who would be left for how long if proven her husband did what they accused. Shadow himself and get scorn from the neighbors, playing in the corner of his eyes. Fatma fell asleep with tears streaming down her cheeks.

The next day Fatma woke up with eyes that looked slightly swollen from crying all night. He took an ice cube and wrapped it with a handkerchief then compressed his eyes so that the swelling was not too visible. After the morning prayers in the room and a heartfelt breakfast on her family's face, Fatma went to work escorted by Arkan to her school yard.

Some students greeted Fatma as she walked towards the teacher's office.

" Ashalamu'alaikum Ust. Zahirah!" greet a student.

" Da'alaikumsalam!" answer Fatma.

Nisya Sabyan's Ya Maulana song was heard from inside her bag, it was Fatma's cell phone ringtone. He took the phone from his bag and saw the name on the screen, an unknown number, whose number is this? inner Fatma.

" Assalamu'alaikum! Hello!" greet Fatma.

But no one answered.

" Hello! Who is this, huh?" ask Fatma.

Still same.

" Hello!" greet Fatma again.

" Why is it turned off?" fatma said ambiguously after the call was switched off. His phone rang again and he answered again, but across the street no one spoke.

The tring! A message came in, Fatma saw it, looks like the number just called? inner Fatma.

@ Go to the private residence palace at jl. thamrin

@ Now, it's related to your husband

Fatma read the message. Brian?! inner Fatma was shocked, her heart was worried. What's with her husband? He must be in danger! inner Fayma worried. He quickly got out of school and stopped a passing taxi.

" Kraton private residence, sir!" fatma.

" Yes, madam!" answer the taxi driver.

During the trip Fatma tried to dial back the number, but could not. Fatma's heart is increasingly worried about it. During Fatma's journey of uneasiness, her only husband, Brian, was in her head.

An hour later Fatma had arrived in front of the apartment lobby, she paid the taxi fare and got out of the taxi. His phone rang again when his foot entered the apartment lobby, he turned on the phone, when he was about to answer, the page was dead. The tring! a message went back to Fatma's phone. Fatma opened the message and read it.

@ Go up to the top floor of the last room

Fatma went straight to the elevator and asked the porter to take her to the top floor.

" Top Floor!" fatma.

" Yes, Ma!" porter answered a name called Haris on his tag.

" Bishim!" fatma lirih.

Fatma felt her heart beating fast as the elevator got closer to the top floor. Ting! The elevator stopped at the top floor.

" Thank you!" fatma said before exiting the elevator.

" All together!" answer Haris.

" Asalamu'alaikum!" hail Fatma, but no answer.

Fatma entered the apartment, she was wide open to see the contents of the apartment. Subhanallah! This apartment exceeds his home. Fatma walked towards the apartment wall made of glass.

" Subhanallah! What a beautiful view from here!" fatma is ambiguous.

" Do you like it?" suddenly someone's voice sounded. Fatma turned her body to see who the owner of the voice was. It's pretty! getting pretty!

" You?"

" How are you, Zair?" Fatma lowered her head for a moment after seeing who was speaking, her eyes glazed over.

" You, already, free?" ask Fatma.

" I'm released on bail!" brian answered, he walked over to his wife.

Their hearts were both racing, sounding as if breaking the silence in that quiet room. Fatma was getting nervous, she was never in one room alone with a man, even though it was her own husband. Unlike in a house that many residents even though they are in one room.

" I'm sorry if I make you sad and think a lot!" said Brian softly. Their distance was only one arm, Fatma squeezed her khimar to reduce her nervousness.

" No! You don't have to feel that way!" answer Fatma.

" Thank you for coming! I'm so happy to know that you're so worried about me!" brian said with a smile.

" I am your wife! It's natural for a wife to worry about her husband!" answer fatma.

" I miss you so much, Zair! You know, 2 days of not being able to see you I feel like I just want to die!" brian said bluntly.

" Don't miss anything more than your longing for His Majesty Rosul and Allah!" fatma.

" But I miss you so much, Zair! Don't you feel the same?" ask Brian sadly.

Fatma does not answer Brian's back questions, sometimes she is still confused by his feelings. But she missed her husband too.

" Are you healthy?" ask Fatma who's trying to divert Brian's question.

" Thank God be healthy! You?" brian asked a little disappointed that Fatma did not answer his question.

" Thank God for the prayers of you and my family!" reply Fatma.

Brian was speechless, he desperately wanted to hug his wife, but he was afraid Fatma would reject him. The atmosphere became silent, they were engrossed with their respective thoughts. The sky is dark, Tik! The mat! The mat! Bress! The rain that had fallen was spatter, over time turned into a torrent. What a real form of God's power, the originally bright sky suddenly darkened and rained. Jegdarrr! Lightning strikes in space and the flash of light is reflected into Brian's apartment.

" Yahoo!" fatma shouted running towards Brian by covering both ears, Brian hugged Fatma tightly and turned his back to the glass wall.

Deg-deg's! Deg-deg's! Deg-deg's! Brian's heart was beating so fast. Fatma, leaning her head against Brian's chest and closing her eyes, could hear how fast Brian's heartbeat was. Slowly Fatma raised her face, as if infected by Brian, she felt if her heart was racing. Their eyes clashed, only this time Fatma dared to look at Brian's face, Subhanallahu! How handsome my husband is! This is the second time I've seen him! inner Fatma. Brian looked into his female eyes, he looked at me! You finally want to see my face, Zair! inner Brian pleased.

Brian who had long harbored his feelings, as if he had a fortune, he lowered his face slowly afraid that Fatma would reject him. But as Fatma was hypnotized by Brian's good looks and red lips, she simply fell silent looking at her husband. Bismillah! brian's inner, pecked pink thin lips that only coated lip balm belonging to Fatma that slightly open. Fatma pursed her lips as Brian touched her lips. Fatma closed her eyes and got a kiss from her husband. My first kiss! Alhamdulillah! Taken by my own husband! inner Fatma.

I don't know why Fatma was relieved and didn't reject him. His body trembled as their lips came into contact, there was a strange gelenyar radiating across his chest and body. A kiss without lust, which is based on longing and respect for each other. Fatma took off her lips as her consciousness began to gather. A thing long enough just for a kiss. Fatma's face instantly met red, she lowered her face so that Brian could not see her face blushing in shame. But Brian knew that his wife's face had been flushed with embarrassment. A faint smile was on Brian's face, why are you so adorable, Zair! inner Brian.

Fatma turned her body and walked towards the sofa quickly. Brian did not prevent his little wife, because of the high Fatma that was just Brian. Brian felt frustrated, never had he felt dead style with a woman. Usually he just sits down and the woman tries to get his attention or seduce him. But not with Fatma, she even behaved normally to him.