The Longing for Perfection
Second Night

The second night, the room was still warm. The fragrance of the typical jasmine flowers of the bride is still as fragrant as it fills this room.

In bed, they talked about their childhood. Farah hated Zayn for bothering him so much. 

"I cry every time I go home from school and complain to Mom" said Farah.

"And tomorrow I'm in the jewel" said Zayn. There was laughter at the end of his lips as he said that.

"But I'll be back again." Farah also chuckled fondly considering their childhood.

"You're funny. I like to disturb you."

Farah looked at Zayn with a big smile. "Don't ... I love it .. hayooo." The girl cut him. He raised his index finger to point at Zayn. "Hayooo got caught having a crush on me from childhood," she teased again.

Zayn moved his face to bite Farah's index finger, making the woman screech spoiled.

"If so why?" Zayn kindly asked.

Farah patted Zayn's cheek. "But why is Mas even dating her, hmm."

"But I really like you" replied Zayn. The answer that made Farah's cheeks blush.

"Lying" he said in shame. His hand was now at Zayn's waist and made a small movement there.

"Seriously," Zayn replied.

"Lied." Farah moved her hands around Zayn's waist. The man immediately grabbed him and again bit Farah's finger.

"Geli" said Zayn.

Farah looked at him. "Oh yeah? Mistos said that it means Mas' wife is beautiful."

Zayn rubbed his hair with a pity. "Yes. Mas's wife is beautiful, very beautiful, masyaallah."

Both of their eyes looked at each other lovingly. Zayn swallowed his saliva and then made a kiss on Farah's forehead. Giving do'a in her little kiss.

"Honey," call Zayn.

"Hm." Farah's heart was racing. His hands were on Zayn's chest and he was clutching tightly onto the clothes Zayn was wearing.

The night was quiet and calm. From a small peck on the forehead, then at the tip of the nose and slowly their two lips meet, leading them to a beautiful garden called the desire of love. Slowly, they began to drift in the strains of love they had built up. But anxiety began to approach Farah's heart as Zayn slowly took off his clothes one by one.

"Mas!" The girl placed her hand on Zayn's chest so that the man would not hug her. His two eyeballs moved looking at Zayn anxiously. It was still so clear in his memory how last night hurt him so much. It was still so clear how it almost knocked him unconscious. There's a fear in him to try it tonight. But that is not her duty as a wife.

Zayn rubbed his cheek. He understood Farah's anxiety. "Mas is on holiday and will take time off. What if we're on our honeymoon?" tanyanya gently. He pulled out a blanket and enveloped Farah. He tried to forget what he wanted.

Both of Farah's eyes turned soft. "I'm sorry, Mom," he said. He's down.

"It's okay," Zayn replied of concern. He kissed his wife's head.

"Not that I don't want to fulfill my duties as a wife, but I'm really scared. Please encourage Mas to wait until I forget the pain" Farah said with a lowered head. He feels guilty. Tonight, he couldn't give it to her.

Zayn rubbed his back. "It's okay, honey. Mas ridho," replied Zayn. "Don't think about it" he continued. "Where do you want to go on your honeymoon?" ask her immediately to divert the evening lasciviousness.

"Is there a choice?" Farah asked back.

"Bali, Semarang, Jakarta, Bandung, Karimunjawa, Bogor, Thousand Islands, Jakarta, Jogjakarta, Surabaya." Zayn mentioned several tourist cities.

Farah seemed to think for a moment. "May I choose two or three?" ask Farah.

Zayn smiled broadly. "One of them, honey. Mas is not given permission to have a lot of holidays" replied Zayn. "Later if there's another holiday, we'll take another walk."

Farah nodded. He also did not have much holiday. "Karimunjawa" replied Farah. He chose Karimunjawa as their honeymoon spot. The real honeymoon wasn't in the plans of the two of them.

"Well, tomorrow we're off." Zayn agrees.

Zayn again made a kiss on his forehead. "Good sleep, beautiful wife" he said with praise. It made a hue on both of Farah's cheeks.

"Good sleep, Mommy" replied Farah.

Tonight still can't be the night of the two of them. The stars above are flickering so faithfully that they accompany deep nights.

***@***

After raising both palms in the third of the night, Farah began to tidy up the clothes they would bring to Karimunjawa.

"Indeed to go there, suddenly like this, could Mas?" ask Farah.

"It can" Zayn replied. "We'll take a moment to Mom's house, yes," Zayn said next. The mother he was referring to was his mother. Yes, because at this time he is still at Farah's mother's house.

"Yes" answered Farah. "What time do we leave for Jepara?"

"It should have departed, for the ship would have departed from the port at seven in the morning."

"Astag." Farah immediately gave a startled cry. He immediately stood up and pulled Zayn. "Come, come. Why are you so relaxed. Come quickly, I do not want to be left behind by ship and fail to Karimunjawa," said Farah eagerly.

Zayn chuckles. "Yes, yes" he answered. "Mas open the sarong first."

Farah let go of her hand. He immediately changed his clothes and tidied up the skin care that he had to carry.

They then say goodbye to both of Farah's parents.

"Lho, what's the rush?" Mia was surprised.

"Let me tell you, anyway today Farah and Mas Zayn are going to Karimunjawa," replied Farah. He immediately kissed the hands and cheeks of his mother and father.

"Wait a minute. Mom has bananas, there is compote. Mother also cooked chicken soy sauce and sticky rice. Wait bring it to your supplies." Ms. Mia immediately went to the kitchen to prepare.

Farah immediately chased after him. "Mom thank you but this didn't come. Mas Zayn and I must leave immediately" Farah said. He kissed his mother's cheek again. Followed by Zayn who kissed Mia's hand.

"Oh my God, why are you in such a hurry. You guys haven't had breakfast." Mia panicked in a hurry. While answering, he put bananas and sticky rice together.

Farah had already run ahead, while Zayn was still waiting for his mother-in-law who wanted to bring provisions.

"This, this. Make provisions later if on the road hungry." Ma'am Mia gave it to Zayn.

"Maass!!" Farah's screams came from outside.

"Oh Allah, why is this hasty of yours. Not saying from last night. Let me get it ready." Ma Mia grumbled as she walked forward.

Zayn kissed his father-in-law's hand and then got into the car with Farah.

"Assalamualaikum" said Zayn.

"Assalamualaikum," Farah continued with a wave of his hand.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, be careful on the road. Congratulations on your goal and return home." Ms. Mia replied to her daughter's hand.

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