The Longing for Perfection
Bridal Night

Farah sat on the side of the bed. He looked down and said a thought in his heart. This is her bridal room. Beautiful room shades of pink combined with white with floral decoration in each corner of the room. With the smell of jasmine from the flower that was just about noon refined its appearance. Jasmine flower arrangement that he deliberately stored in this bridal room.

The makeup on her face was still perfect. Typical brides with plump eyelashes and red lipstick. She was still wearing her beautiful wedding dress.

His heart roared as the door of his room opened slowly.

“Mas Zayn.” Her lips were quietly muttering just as the figure entered her bridal room. The man who has been lawfully her husband.

"Assalamu’alaikum,” said a man named Zayn who just entered the room. His face looks tired because of a busy day receiving guests and friends who deliberately came home late because they want to disturb the groom's night. 

"Wa’alaikumussalam, Mas,” replied Farah slowly with a smile on her lips. She stood up from her seat and she timidly lifted her face to welcome the husband.

"Sorry to keep you waiting a long time, Farah,” said Zayn softly. His heart was beating melodiously as both of his eyes looked at the beautiful face of the woman who had already legitimately become his wife. 

Farah nodded slowly. “It's okay, Mas,” he replied. Their eyes stared at each other.

They stood face to face, exchanging gazes full of admiration. This is a bond that God has found. In it there are many promises and obedience. Arcing a sacred pledge that brings love in the heart into love that is approved by God. 

Zayn reached out to hold Farah's hands together. He then carried Farah's hand on his lips. Kiss her with affection. Something that made Farah stupefied. He immediately pulled his hand from Zayn. 

“Mas,” screeches. 

Zayn. “Why?” tanyakanya. 

“I should have kissed the hand, Mas Zayn,” replied Farah. It's taboo for him. Farah immediately took Zayn's right hand and lowered her head to kiss him. Kiss her with respect and obedience. 

Here they are, two sons of man united in a bond of marriage. Two human children who start today will live in a household. A new journey full of color. The path that later may not be as straight as the beautiful stories in fairy tales. But rest assured, that as long as faith is still firmly established in the heart, then all will be well. 

Zayn smiled. “Sholat, yuk,” take it. His heart was beating fast actually. Ah, this is the bride's night. A night people say is a great night.

Farah nodded. “Let me clean this make up first,” replied Farah. He took off his hand on Zayn. After that, Farah took her makeup cleaner. 

“Some of which can I help you? Looks like that make up is very thick.” Zayn.

"By,” replied Farah happily. He gave Zayn milk cleanser. 

“How to wear it?” Zayn asked again. The question that made Farah giggle. He then spilled the milk cleaser over Zayn's palm. 

“Apply this evenly on my face,” explains Farah. 

Zayn nodded in understanding. He slowly applied the milk cleanser evenly on Farah's beautiful face. The woman smiled and was flattered by this. A man who wants to help her clean the makeup she wears. To him, this is an amazing thing. 

Zayn looked at Farah's face with something beating on him. His pulsation was so felt. Eventually, he got Farah in his life. Zayn thanked in his heart. Thanking his Lord.

"If it's flat, clean it with this, Mas,” said Farah while giving cotton to Zayn. The man received Farah's cotton and then washed his wife's face with attention. 

“It looks like after this make up is erased, my face will turn ugly,” said Farah. He closed his eyes in shame. 

“You are beautiful, who said you are ugly,” said Zayn. 

“I,” replied Farah. And Zayn immediately flicked his nose softly. Making Farah open her eyes and pat Zayn's arm slowly. 

"Why jerk my nose,” the protest is spoiled. He even immediately put on a sullen face.

At Farah's protest, Zayn deliberately pinched Farah's cheek in anger. He always wanted to do this to Farah, pinching her cubby cheeks. 

"You made Mas gemes" said Zayn.

Zayn is a village secretary and Farah is an elementary school teacher. They are neighbors of the village. If asked when they first met, then the answer is when they were in elementary school. Zayn's upperclassman hits Farah during the break and she also scares Farah with a lizard whose tail is severed.

Farah was hysterical and crying at the time. The cry that made Zayn laugh out loud and feel satisfied.

Zayn remembered, the morning after that. Mia's mother, Farah's mother waited for her in front of the school gate and scolded her. Scolded him for crashing and scared Farah with a lizard.

Zayn recalled how, Mia's mother grabbed her ear and took her to the principal's room to complain. And that's where Zayn promises to always tease Farah when the opportunity arises.

“What I'm thinking. Why smile for yourself, is there something funny?” ask Farah. Now he cleansed his face using micellar water. This is so that all the rest of the makeup is perfectly clean of her face. 

“I'm remembering Mom's jewel in my ear,” Zayn replied. He smiled broadly as he answered. “The little boy he was a jewel, is now his son-in-law,” Zayn continued. That's a great title.

The two corners of Farah's lips curved into a smile hearing that. He also recalled how his mother had fouled Zayn's ear because of his complaint. 

"I told Mom Mas" said Farah.

Zayn looked at him. "I already know. You're the complainant girl" Zayn replied. And once again he got a spoiled blow on his arm.

After cleaning the make up on her face. Farah was about to take off her wedding dress. 

Farah stood up and tried to unzip the back of her shirt. But his hands were not long enough to reach it. He tried again but still couldn't.

“Umm, Mas, can ask for this please,” ask shame.

"What?"

Farah showed her back and pointed at the zipper on the back of her wedding dress. "This," he said.

Zayn nodded. She stood behind Farah and slowly pulled down the zipper of Farah's wedding dress. Heart's beating. Tonight will be his night. The night of shahdu that melts the full moon. Yeah, it's their bridal night.

After Zayn managed to unzip all the dress zippers, Farah immediately ran to the bathroom, leaving Zayn dumbstruck in his place. Zayn hasn't even touched anything on his back.

Very quickly the girl ran away, inner Zayn. He brought his gaze to Farah who disappeared behind the bathroom door.

“Thank you, Mas,” said before closing the door. 

Zayn smiled widely and shook his head. He sat back on the side of the bed to disable his phone and Farah's. Tonight is the night of both of them. No one can disturb. 

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Author Notes. 

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This is a story about a woman with vaginismus. A rare disease of reproduction. 

Lifting this conflict, of course, is not easy. The author is still learning. So please correct it if there will be an error in delivery. 

And of course the Author wants to say ... STOP ASKING "WHEN" PEOPLE WHO DON'T HAVE CHILDREN. Questions that weaken a woman's heart.

So much cursing 😘 

Ummm, one more. I really miss you guys at NovelToon. How is my beloved? Good luck there. Hugs away from me. 😘

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