The Longing for Perfection
Bridal Night 2

Farah came out of the bathroom with a fresh face. He had just cleaned himself up and ablution. 

Zayn who was still sitting at the side of the bed looked at her with a charming smile on his lips. 

“Mas hunted wudhu gih,” says Farah grogi. Gaining a look from Zayn, his face met with red. He stepped slowly towards the closet to pick up a change of clothes. The steps and movements were always followed by Zayn's eyesight. 

Farah cleared her throat slowly because of groggy. “Mas, what's on your right?” ask her to let Zayn turn the other way and not pay attention. 

Zayn shrugged both his shoulders. “What's up?” he asked without taking his eyes off. 

Farah snorted softly as she did not succeed in deceiving Zayn. He immediately turned his back to the man. 

“It's late at night, Mas. We have not prayed Isya',” said Farah reminded. Besides, he's actually very sleepy, that's just outside of how his heart beats because tonight is their bridal night. It was the most historic night for a couple of newlyweds. 

Zayn stood up from his seat. Without a word, he walked into the bathroom to cleanse himself and ablution. Sometimes he tried to recite the do'a he had memorized two weeks ago to remember it. The newlyweds' special do'a and do'a when he will start sowing their wedding.

When Zayn came out, Farah had arranged the prayer mat next to their bed. The woman looked very beautiful with pure white face.

Zayn immediately put on his scabbard, wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and peci that looked so fitting and charming on his head. 

Farah smiled sweetly at Zayn. An unpretentious man who was now standing in front of him. He stood as a priest in his life. Leading to her Janna. Farah's heart is beating. 

“Allahu akbar.” The cry echoed in this room. The cry for the greatness of God, the Lord of the Worlds. 

They pray isya berjama’ah. It was amazing for both of them and it was a first for them. After Isya’ prayers they perform two rakaat sunnah prayers. Sunnah prayers are recommended for the wedding night. 

“Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullah,” said Zayn slowly with his head turned to the right and to the left, as a sign if prayer has been completed.

In the past, after Zayn prayed, he would raise his hands to ask God to make him a mate for a woman named Farah Amalia. Yes, Farah Amalia. The woman who was currently behind him and became his master. She loves Farah in silence and asks Robb. 

Slowly, Zayn turned his body to look at Farah. The beautiful woman reached out and kissed Zayn's right hand in obedience. She promised in her heart to always obey and be a good wife to Zayn. Sholihah's wife who has true love.

Zayn raised his left hand and placed it over Farah's head. Finely pecking the head of this beloved woman. In his kisses, there was a lot of do’a from his heart. Zayn clasped both of Farah's hands after finishing his do’. 

“Farah Amalia,” he said mention Farah's name in full. “Thank you for accepting and trusting me to make me your priest.” 

Farah looked at Zayn with admiration in her eyes. He's nodding. “I thank you, Mas,” he replied. His hand returned to Zayn's. “Thank you for choosing me to be your wife among the many angels around you,”.

Zayn smiled and he again made a sweet peck at Farah's head. After which, they stared awkwardly. Zayn stood up first and his hands stretched out to help Farah stand up. 

Zayn smiled and looked at her. The man walked towards Farah and hugged her waist.

"Your clothes are cute, there are a lot of frogs here,” his comments after seeing Farah's cute nightgown. The woman gave a small laugh but her heart was pounding violently. Zayn's embrace made his joints weaken instantly. 

“Umm, yes. This frog is called keropi,” replied Farah. His voice trembled due to the happiness that rose from his heart and resa groggy from Zayn's embrace on his waist.

Zayn nodded and his hand stretched out to turn off the main light. Now only a sleeping lamp is left that illuminates this sad night.

Under the yellow light, the two shadows revealed each other feelings of love. The holy love that has been divinely blessed. The clothes began to be dated from the body of the owner. Until the clouds touch the clouds. Until the white clouds greet the clouds.

The do'a that has been chained. Zayn began to open the flower. The wedding night is a beautiful night. What a special night. However, this becomes taboo and poignant when a husband can not take his wife's virgin flowers.

"Darling, Mas loves you" said Zayn so Farah wouldn't be awkward with him. Zayn has said do’a many times. He had whispered the word love repeatedly but the flower had not been able to pick. Really am. What the hell is going on. 

Farah screamed in pain as she tried more. Farah's hand even gripped Zayn's shoulder firmly. The woman was crying. Was the first night so painful like this. It was so painful that Farah almost fainted. 

Farah's breath gasped, she felt excruciating pain in her flowers. What's wrong with him. Because this was her first time. The first night was so painful.

Zayn rubbed Farah's head gently and tried to calm his wife down. He enveloped Farah and hugged her.

“Farah, Mas sorry, Darling,” Zyan said with love. Farah was still as excited as she felt pain.

"I'm sorry." Zayn repeated his apology. He really couldn't bear to see Farah.

Farah shook her head. "No, Mas. Don't apologize. Farah was wrong" replied Farah.

Zayn wiped his tears. He gently kissed the tip of Farah's eye.

"Mas loves you" said Zayn again. The words answered were a nod of the head by Farah.

"Farah loves you too, Mommy."

______

Author's Note 🥰🙏 

Sorry if there is typo2. Don't forget to like comment vote yes dear friend 😘 Thank you. Luv.