Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 14: Space Request

“Aaaa ..!”

The hysterical scream shocked Space. The young man immediately sat down with his half-lifted life. The two eyes that had been closed immediately opened wide. “What's up? Why?” ask Space with a panicked face.

Myria who had already descended to the floor retreated. Near Space, the girl was terrified.

“Lo why , My?”

“Kasa, why me semalem?” Myria asked with a jolt of tone. Her two beautiful eyes were rounded full of unfriendly faces. “You said nothing, what was this? You're dredging me?”

The wind shakes hair with two hands. She wanted to get angry, but realized that Myria was female. “Bikin I was shocked aja.” He slid back into the bed and sat down properly. Then, continue, “Lo ngigau last night. I originally did not intend to sleep, but look lo so, yes, I already temenin.”

“Why don't you wake me up?” Myria interrupted. His speech intonation is still high and reluctant to accept the explanation of Space just like that.

“Udah.” Space denies. “Udah, Myria. But it is hard to build. Lo keep calling the deceased nyokap, but right I hug, elonya diem. Yeah, I don't wake up anymore. There is no intention of me. Swear, yes!”

Space's explanation that wasn't just a single sentence made Myria silent. The girl was still faithfully standing by the bed with a worried look. Space is unlikely to hug to calm her down again or it will be a war early in the morning.

“Udah clear? What time is it?” Space is looking for a cell phone. Turns out the flat object was still on the sofa. The sound of the television setting forced the young man to get up and leave the bed.

“Almost five o'clock, My. Keep shower wudu, gih!”

“Astaghfirullah.” Because of the shock embraced by Angkasa, Myria forgot to worship immediately. She went to the bathroom to ablaze like her husband ordered.

The space outside cleared up the mess in the room. He picked up trash from the floor, turned off the television, and was about to fold up the blankets. However, not yet finished, Myria had come out and asked her to wudu.

“Let me do it.”

“Let's aja. Take your prayer tool at the place yesterday. If you want to pray at home musala, out of this room turn left straight only later met. If you want in the room, title prayer mats there.” One space commonly used Angkasa worship designated. The young man said nothing more and went straight into the bathroom.

Myria observed the place that Space was referring to. He hurried to pick up the face and prayer mat from the stand hanger where his clothes were prepared yesterday. After that, he prepared a place of prayer.

“Kasa often pray congregation no, yes?” The question popped into Myria's head when she touched the prayer mat that Space used to wear. However, even if you often congregate, this morning the dawn has been passed. The people in the mosque are sure to have disbanded.

Rather than get dizzy and think of a time-consuming matter, Myria immediately focused and prepared a place for Space in front of her.

“Lo want to be my teacher?”

Myria turned her head as Angkasa came out of the bathroom. The young man looked fresh and the clothes were neat.

“Iya. You, right, my priest.”

The lips of Space carve a smile. The dimples of his cheeks are clearly visible and add to the level of sweetness that is on him. He came forward and rubbed Myria's head. “Thanks, my only wife.”

Myria. There is a warm feeling that appears suddenly from the chest to the cheeks. The sky watching it was actually holding back laughter.

There was no more time to tempt Myria, Angkasa immediately put himself and perform worship for the first time with his wife. When another newly married couple may be the first night already filled with sunnah prayer before the intimate thing, but different from this young couple. They pray together at the obligatory prayer.

Two rakaat finished with great exuberance. Angkasa and Myria both recited and offered their own prayers afterwards. The two people likely had the same dream without daring to reveal it directly.

The body of space rotates 180 degrees. He faced Myria who was also looking at him. The man was silent for a few seconds and looked back at his wife without a word.

“Kasa.”

Two round eyes covered with lentic lashes that blink regularly. Myria nodded without interrupting. She must learn to put herself aside when to be a wife and friend to Space.

“Gue knows that we are still so young. I also know that my religious knowledge is nothing. But I want to learn together. Papa gave advice yesterday that marriage is the longest worship, where it needs cohesiveness, it also takes one thought. Ntar or when it if I'm wrong, you can ingetin. But with a note, I don't like lo ninggiin tone talk.”

Myria's focus is still on one point. He looked at the face of Angkasa that looked more mature if he spoke so. Whether I can get from where the thought expressed by the husband, Myria still appreciates it. “Yes, insyaallah.”

A smile appeared on Myria's face and then spread to Angkasa. The guy approached a little and said, “Gue knows it's late, it should have been from last night. But rather than not at all, I still want to sellin.” Space's hand lifted and stopped above Myria's head right on the crown, while the other hand looked up.

Myria knew the situation immediately lowered her head and raised her hand.

“Allahumma inni as’aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltahaa ‘alaih, wa a’udzubika min syarri haa wa syarri maa jabaltaha ‘alaih.” Prayer flows from the lips of Space. Silence seemed to envelop the room that had boisterous last night. The cool air in the morning so reconciles the heart like dew dripping from the leaves.

The clock kept turning. People have been preoccupied with their respective affairs. Myria got out of the room and went straight to the kitchen.

“Bi, I help.”

“Ah, Non, no need. Soon finished.”

“No pa-pa, Bi.”

Myria forced, the two housekeepers who were in the kitchen were a bit awkward to give her a job. However, being urged continuously, they finally resigned.

“Young Master prefers breakfast bread over rice, Non. So this fried rice is for Madam and Mister only. What would Non Myria want?”

“Oh, I like anything, Bi.”

The two housekeepers smiled amiably. One of them chimed, “Then, Miss can choose. Aunt get her place.”

The plates are neatly arranged. The breakfast menu is complete and ready to eat. Assisted by two houseworkers, Myria lifted the food to the dining table.

“Already, Miss don't be tired. Later we were scolded by Madam and Mister. Non Myria call Young Master only, yes.”

“I'm already here.” Space. Apparently, the young man had already walked towards the dining table. I don't know since when it came, the people from the kitchen no one heard.

“Oh, Young Master is already here. Please breakfast then.” The two workers retreated and were about to go back.

Myria wanted to come again, but was held by Space. “Where do you?”

“Take a drink.”

“Udah here. Aunt can get that.”

“But ...”

“If you are busy, mending busy yourself you make me serve. Put jam on that bread, cake, or bribe me all.”

Myria was glaring, but it was impossible to shout let alone debate.

“No reward, lo?”

Faded already Myria's annoyance when discussing status. Finally, the face that had been tense had to be forced to smile sweetly. “Good, Young Master Narendra,” Myria replied in a soft voice half holding back furiously. However, it made her husband happy early in the morning.