Thousand Wounds
15

Time shows at 02:30 in the morning. Husna woke up from her deep sleep. Leaving a million beautiful dreams strung together in his subconscious. He decided to remove the blanket that covered his body. Then he left all the comfort that came from his bed. Husna wanted to perform the tahajud prayer.

If others make the tahajud prayer sunnah, then not with this sholehah woman. He seemed to make the Sunnah prayer in the third of the night into a mandatory prayer that he never left unless it was in the middle of an impediment. For him the time of the third night was a very special time. A time when he could communicate with his Lord intensely. The silence of the night makes it always comfortable to complain about everything that is being faced.

His ashes always told him that angels would always pray every servant who woke up to perform the tahajud prayer.

Like the nights before. Tonight it looks the same. Where the radiance from the moonlight looks so graceful and very charming. The warmth inscribed provides comfort for every pair of eyes that look. The flickering starlight in the night sky is like thousands of angel eyes peering at the inhabitants of the earth who never fail to bow down to their Lord.

Now in a white face Husna looks like an angel who is flapping his wings. The charm that comes from the face of the Sholehah woman is like a tinge of orange at dawn.

Raka heard Sayup-sayup sound sobbing cry that touched the heart. That made him wake up. Slowly he opened his eyes and circulated his gaze to look for the source of the voice. And for the second time, Raka felt her heart so touched. He saw and heard his wife praying.

" O Allah, I am not a woman as beautiful and as smart as Fatimah, the daughter of the prophet. But I have the same dream as him, which is loved by the husband with sincerity. Servants crave the love of Mas Raka like his love of the Prophet to Aisyah. And I want to be like Ummul mukminin, Siti Khadijah who even until the death of her shadow always dwells in the heart of the Prophet," Husna said in her prayer.

Raka's heart was completely broken hearing every word spoken from Husna's mouth. He felt guilty for hating the woman for no apparent reason.

" O God, I shouldn't hurt my wife's heart and feelings. He never did anything wrong to me. Just because of the wounds in the past. I've been rude to him. Actually he could have refused to marry me and chose to marry Fahri. A man who certainly loves and loves him. But he did not do that because he had committed with my family to accept applications from father and mother. Maybe it's time I should learn to forget my past and start accepting and loving her as my halal partner" Raka whispered inwardly.

Husna, who was late in his prayer. Not realizing that Raka was currently walking towards him. Raka herself is no longer able to control her feelings for Husna. He grabbed Husna's body from behind. With his knee resting, he hugged Husna very tightly. Husna himself was very surprised by what Raka did. He wanted to look back, but Raka would not allow it. He continued to hug Husna and put his chin on his wife's shoulder. He whispered in Husna's ear.

" Please leave it like this first," Pinta Raka.

Husna's tears rolled down his cheeks. His heart was beating erratically. He still did not fully believe what Raka was currently doing to him.

Slowly Raka turned over Husna's body. Now he saw his wife bowed in silence. Raka then placed both palms on Husna's cheeks. He lifted Husna's face slowly. Can be seen the clear circles that are still faithful falling from the eyes of Husna. Gently Raka rubbed Husna's eyes gently.

" Dek..why can I ask you to look at my face now!" Raka said.

Husna heard her husband's request. Slowly venturing to set his eyes on Raka.

Raka brought his face closer to his wife's. The distance between them is getting closer. Husna could feel the warmth of her husband's breath.

It didn't take long for a kiss to land on Husna's forehead.

The kiss succeeded in making Husna's face meet red withstanding the shame currently felt by her heart. To be honest, Raka is the second man after her brother who ever kissed Husna's forehead.

" Dek.mas apologizes for being rude to you. Adek still want to open the door sorry hearted adek for mas Raka?" Her speech.

" Yes mas..Husna had forgiven Mas Raka's attitude to Husna. And Husna understood why Raka mas behaved like that to Husna. Of course it is hard for Raka to marry a woman who Raka never loved. Moreover, Raka did not know at all how the face of the woman who was betrothed to Raka mas."reply Husna.

" What about your own adek ? Of course, it is also difficult to accept arranged marriages with men who are rude like Raka mas?"raka Balas

Husna could only smile at her husband's question. She could not answer her husband's question. But she thought that if she answered that question, she would hurt her husband. Raka is her husband and she will always try to keep her husband feeling. As much as possible she did not want to hurt her husband with her tongue.

" Dec why just smile?"ask Raka.

"Mmmm... No reason to mas."

" But it's also hard to accept this marriage ?"

" Ssstttt....Do not talk like that anymore." said Husna while sticking her index finger on Raka's lips."

Now Raka clasped his wife's hand. Then in his kiss his wife's palm.

" Mas Raka promise deck..Mas Raka won't be rude anymore. And would you like it if we started everything from scratch?"

" God willing, Husna will."

" So if mas ngajak adek dating want not?"

" Why are you dating? We are married."

" Mmmm. .gimana yes. Accept it?" Husna.

" Should be accepted dong." replied Raka while giving a warm look towards Husna and revealed her best smile.

" Mas Raka is handsome if you smile. Temptation of Husna."

" Mas Raka is indeed congenital from the womb is already handsome deck." Answer Raka.

" But the look says if you're angry."

" Mmmm. ..iya..iya.so how do you want to?"

" Want what?"

" That's what I said."

" Which yes mas, Husna forgot." said Husna. Actually at this time Husna just wanted to tease her husband.

" The truth of forgetting the deck? "

" Yes, yeah."

" Yaudah is not."

" Hahahaha.mas Raka is also funny if you tinker. Husna is still inget mas.so do not ngmbek that. Shame of age."

" Emang why the same age mas Raka."

" Yes.kan tuwir mas. Cook still cranky."

Sontak Raka immediately tickled his wife's waist.

" Mas Raka.had stopped his tickling tingling to know." said Husna as she continued to laugh.

" Yes no papa. adek actually said mas is old."

" Yes.yes.sorry mas."

Finally the freezing in Raka's heart began to melt. They laugh together. Although currently among them there is no sense . But they believe over time everything will grow by itself.

" So how is the deck received not manny?"

" I'm sorry but Husna can't."

" Husna nolak mas Raka,iya?"

" It's not that. That is, Husna can not refuse mas Raka."

Suddenly Husna's answer made Raka feel that his wife was currently flirting with him. And a pinch on Husna's nose made his wife scream.

" Aww.sick mas."

" Lion. It's a gift for a wife who loves to seduce her husband."

Raka then hugged and gently stroked the head of his wife.

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