The Longing for Perfection
Keep Trying

A night with full light is perfect. Zayn brought Farah to an unstoppable wish. The woman had been carried away with desire because of Zayn's kisses on her body. He's sure, it'll work. But it turns out ..he is still the same. He felt tremendous pain as Zayn began to want to fuse their bodies.

Return to the honeymoon that should be a happy story. It even became a mind burden for Farah Amalia. The woman became moody and thought about why she was. Why is it so easy for others to have that relationship, while they are so difficult.

The honeymoon is over. Farah still finds it difficult to serve her husband. She really felt like a stupid and lousy woman.

That ... even happened until the fifteenth night on the night of their bride. Is this still called the wedding night? It might not. But for both of them the nights that went through with disappointment were their bridal nights. No matter how it keeps failing.

Yes, until this moment ... Zayn hasn't been able to pick up Farah's virgin flower.

Yes, until this moment ..the woman still can not give her rights.

"I'm sorry, Mom," said Farah. He was really ashamed and sorry for himself. He had done various ways so that his heart was calm and their bridal night could run smoothly but still, suddenly there was tension when all would happen.

Farah clasped Zayn's hand. He kissed. "I'm sorry, Mom," he said again. He was sad to see the disappointment on Zayn's face for the umpteenth time.

"Zayn. "I'll wait until you're ready, Far," Zayn replied, just like the night before.

Farah cried looking at him. He was disappointed in himself.

"I'm ready, Mas. I wanna. I love you but I really don't know why I'm like this" Farah replied.

Zayn covers him and he understands willingly. 

"Yes, Honey. Mas know. Perhaps, it's also my fault that it's not good at relaxing you" Zayn replied. It's not always a failure and how disappointed he is but Zayn is afraid if Farah becomes traumatized. Because every time they tried it, Farah would feel excruciating pain. Zayn was thankful enough that Farah was still trying to serve him. 

Zayn kissed Farah's head and said a do'a for her. After that, they kept quiet until they slowly closed their eyes. 

In the morning, they are as friendly as a pair of newlyweds. Lots of poking for them. Zayn always lied that their nights were as beautiful as most people tell.

"Bu Farah ..." First grade children scrambled to hug her.

"Assalamualaikum," said Farah lovingly to her students.

"Wa'alaikumussalam Bu Farah," replied the children in unison.

Here, with them, Farah had slightly forgotten the restlessness of her heart.

"Waahh, Ms. Farah has begun to lecture," commented one of the guardians at the break. Some children are still spoiled and the mother comes to accompany him during the break.

"Aduuhh, the newlyweds aura is different," said another student guardian.

Farah smiled a little. After talking for a while, he was again busy paying attention to the writing of the children on his desk. While the guardians of the disciples were still discussing about the wedding night with laughter and a plunge. Mothers are always fun when talking.

Farah silently listened to their conversation. From that chat, Farah concluded one thing that maybe she could try by adding baby oil or real coconut oil. Farah will buy it later.

Bismillah, hopefully tonight, she won't let Zayn down. 

After school, he sent a message to Zayn. He said he was going to town to buy something. 

There must have been a lot of questions if any neighbors knew Farah was buying baby oil or coconut oil. 

"Just here, honey. We go to town together" Zayn replied. 

"Can't skip work, yeah. Mr. SekDes," joked Farah in his reply. 

"aha. It's okay once in a while" replied Zayn. 

"Corruption when sin lhoo." 

"In a moment, Eid, Mas will apologize to all villagers" Zayn replied again. 

"The sins are the same as Allah. How." 

"Live istighfar." 

Farah patted her forehead slowly. And before long, the phone rang. Incoming call from Zayn. Farah immediately shifted the green button. 

"Assalamualaikum, Mas," he said as soon as the call was connected. 

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Farah Darling," Zayn replied with the word dear. Farah's face was red. "Buruan here, we go to the city together," said Zayn next. 

"No way ah, Mas don't skip work," replied Farah reluctantly. 

Zayn laughed a little across the street. "Smuggery," he said. "Mas has business in the district. We can go to the city together" Zayn explained. 

"Ooh." Farah nodded. "Well, I'm going to the village chief's office, yeah." 

Call completed. 

The distance between the SD building and the village chief's office is not far. Only about 70m. With his red matic motor, he came to meet Zayn.

"Eh there is Sister Farah" said a person with a smile but with a sharp eye. She is Inez, Zayn's ex-girlfriend from High School. A love story that had made almost everyone in the village baper. Zayn who has a beautiful face and Inez who has a beautiful face white with eyes slightly narrow like Korean women. But somehow the fabric of love just ran aground. 

"Yes, Ma'am," Farah replied with a smile. 

"Mas Zayn is inside" Inez said as if she had just met Zayn. 

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Author Notes.

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