Ustadz Heart Conditioning
Two-Storey Small Cottage

Dira started packing, putting some of her clothes in the suitcase. Dira looks confused because almost the entire contents of his closet is clothes lacking material. They will move near Pesantren.

"Sir, why is it tangled up like her face?"

Ustad Sidiq approached Dira.

"Dira's brackets are just a little Mas. Why should I move anyway. We just stay here with Mom's Dad, Dira don't want to be away from Dad and Mom"

Say Dira with a face that is clear while choosing her clothes.

"Sir. Not that Mas wants to separate Adek with Dad, Mom. But after we get married Adek is Mas's responsibility. Later if Adek misses Father and Mother we can visit again here or Father and Mother who visited us in Pesantren. About clothes later we just stop by the store to buy it"

Say Ustad Sidiq gently.

"mmmmm.. Yes dehh. Mas?"

"yes Dek?"

"Where will we live? at Mr. Kiai's house, right?"

"God willing we live in a small cottage near the Pesantren Dek"

"Owhh yes Mas"

After saying goodbye to Father and Mother Dira got into a car that was deliberately left by the family of Pak Kiai.

The car started to run slowly leaving Dad's yard.

A drop of Dira's tears shed.

Ustad Sidiq who saw that immediately rubbed it.

"Don't be sad God willing we'll be here again"

Dira just nodded his head and turned to the window.

'I am so sad to have to leave Mom and Dad. I've never been far from them all this time'

Dira remained silent throughout the journey. Until the car stopped in front of a Muslim clothing store with a famous brand.

"Let's get the deck down. Said he was gonna buy some brackets"

Ustad Sidiq said disperse the daydreams of Dira.

"uhh, yes, my mother"

Immediately Dira went down in follow Ustad Sidiq from behind.

Dira looks reluctant to choose clothes with straight pieces like that.

"Mas, this isn't any other model?"

Said Dira whispering near Ustad Sidiq.

"What's the other model of the Deck?"

"The model mermaid skirt mitu Mas, let it be fashionable. The time of all the pieces is straight like this is not beautiful Diranya Mas, like Mothers with this"

Ustad Sidiq smiled at him.

"It's pretty in my eyes. As a Muslim, Adek must close the aurat properly. Does not show body curves. And what was a mermaid skirt. Adek wants to splash into the sea, wear all mermaid skirts"

Ustad Sidiq chuckled at Dira's grumbling face.

"Yes, it was just me who chose it. Dira lazy"

By stomping his feet straight towards the available sofa.

Ustad Sidiq was just a nod of his head to see the behavior of his wife who was still a little hard.

After completing the payment Ustad Sidiq and Dira left the store and headed straight for his small cottage Ustad Sidiq.

An hour's drive by car stops in front of a minimalist two-story house.

"Alhamdulilbornobbil a'lamin, let's Deck down we've arrived"

Sidiq looked at Dira.

"Whose house is this?"

"God willing this is our home Deck"

"But said Mas little cottage"

"Yes, here's our little cottage to house life"

'What a little cottage. This big house is almost as big as Dad's house'

After dropping off all their luggage Ustad Sidiq stopped at the doorstep. While reaching into his pants pocket took out a key and started opening the door.

"Assynogaic"

Said Ustad Sidiq when entering the house followed by Dira with some of his groceries. The rest of the Ustad brought. What a good wife.

Dira looked at the entire side. House with full furniture. Even as well taken care of. Until Dira began to peddle his feet to the steps of the stairs. Followed the husband to their room.

Dira was a little stunned to see their room with black silver wall wallpaper Batik Salur. Very cool and looks luxurious. Dira did not expect her Ustad husband to have good taste.

"Dek, just stay there let's go in. God willing, this will be our room. How does Adek like it? Or is Adek going to change the color of his room?"

Ustad Sidiq said after putting down the suitcase and some of Dira's luggage.

"You need to replace Mas. It's been great"

Say Dira while stepping foot towards the nightstand. Put some papers in the bag and then sit on the bedside.

"Thank God, thank God Adek likes the color of his room"

Ustad Sidiq slowly approached Dira.

"Sir. Can I open Adek's hood?"

Deg.

'I'm so scared, ' huh'

"if Adek does not allow it is okay Deck. Thank goodness if Adek has started to be comfortable using the veil all day"

Ustad Sidiq.

'I actually wanted to take it off. Huuf ya already'

"Yes can"

"Bismilbornrohmanirrohim"

Ustad Sidiq said as she held Dira's veil and slowly began to remove it.

"Goddessa. Beautiful wife Mas. Can't I touch Adek's hair?"

'Oh my goodness ne Ustad anything use ask all. If I said he couldn't let her go. The feeling of him pinter really looking for a reason ya hhu'

"Yes can"

Slowly Ustad Sidiq touched Dira's dark blue hair, or a little blue to the bed but if in the room is not clearly visible. But if exposed to sunlight or outdoors then the color of his hair will be clearly visible.

"Sir. Has her hair ever been colored?"

Asked the Ustad while gently rubbing Dira's head.

"Yes, never"

'Definitely want to talk again neh'

"Adek knows that in Islam, the law of coloring hair is an activity that can be done. However, there are still some things that must be considered so as not to violate the Shari'a. For example, dye your hair black"

Dira nodded listening to the Ustad who started lecturing he thought.

"Dyeing hair in black should not be done in Islam. Even though the reason to restore hair color is because of gray hair. Why can't it? Because it violates nature.

There is a hadith that reads :

"Change this gray hair with something, but avoid black." (CHR. Muslim)

"So it can be concluded, if coloring hair other than black is okay. Provided you avoid changing the color of hair that is still black with other colors, because it could be the attitude of tasyabbuh or resemble a race. Do you understand what I mean?

Dira still nodded listening to the husband's explanation.

"Alhamdulillah if Adek understands. Does Adek smell any scents of what a rowdy?"

Tanya Ustad Sidiq with her confused face.

For a moment Dira was like looking for the aroma of what the husband meant.

"Nothing. What's the smell?"

Tanya Dira with her confused face.

"It looks like it's from here. It really smells"

Said the Ustad after kissing Dira's hair.

Dira laughed.

"Oh Allah, what a bauk there was. After all, this is very clever mode yes"

"Hehe's not Deck mode, anyways really fragrant. Mas so dudik want to kiss again" who again smelled Dira's hair.