Thaha
The story of Louis

"about how I got to know Islam"

finally without me asking first, Louis would be happy to share the kisa, Alhamdulillah

"can"

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"ahem..ehem"

Louis cleared his throat before starting

"God's piety is good, hihihihi"

I looked at him with eyes that were made up

"it hasn't started yet, so the story doesn't....?"

Louis looked at me with a flat expression as usual, but I knew enough that at this moment he was a little anxious about my behavior

"i'm sorry, because from earlier the sound test continues, not starting"

I bent my lips to show a pouting face with a soft voice and even my hand was unconsciously making Louis' fingers as a new toy

I'm well aware that it doesn't fit my age right now

but there is no harm in indulging with the husband....?

even Islam itself advocates for it

I once read a study saying that men prefer it when their wives talk in a spoiled tone, because it can bring out a natural reflex for the husband to want to spoil his wife and protect her

there is nothing wrong in trying, after all Zu with Louis has become a halal dong couple, who are still single to hold their breath first

Louis again tightened his arms around my head and with a jail Louis pinched my nose slowly

"ok, I started this, so it was my 18th birthday that Daddy gave me a gift from one of his subsidiaries in Indonesia, I tried to learn about the company as well as about Indonesia, to the point where I started to become interested in Indonesia and asked Daddy to be allowed to move and settle there"

"at 18...? could it be Mommy....?"

I didn't mean to interrupt the story, I asked because Louis was pausing before continuing

she was staring at me, maybe wanting to make sure if I was still listening to her story or just wanting to make sure of something else...?

"not at first, but I tried to convince Mommy if I could live independently in Indonesia, Mommy allowed it as long as I agreed to go back to Italy once a week"

"once a week....? isn't it tired...? Italy-Indonesia, it took a long time"

I was a little surprised by the conditions that must be met by Louis to be allowed to settle in Indonesia, once a week....? that's right, Italy-Indonesia.....? my waist can come off!

"want how else, even from his intention, Mommy to ask Daddy to be prepared for a private jet"

rich people always succeed in making me shake my head

now I don't wonder how I ended up on a private jet when I first woke up the night Louis kidnapped me

imagine!!, from SMA already enjoy private jet for PP (Going Home) Italy-Indonesia, less crazy what else try....?

i....?

SMA....?

on foot!!!

mom didn't even let me ride my bike to school, lucky it wasn't too far away, and that makes me even more grateful because Abyan is always ready to be a bodyguard mandated by Rama to take care of me

after Abyan graduated when I started second grade, the noble task moved hands to my beloved sister, Absyar, who was still Junior High

"ok, his private jet is skipped can....? keep going...continue..."

I'm still curious about the story, not about the facility Daddy had prepared for Louis, because if the story was about it, I'm sure it wouldn't be finished

"that also includes loh!"

"uh...uh, this is not food, Zu is hungry....?"

I can feel his shoulders shaking from holding back laughter, whether since when his jail nature began to appear often lately, even though his facial expression did not change at all!

"ih, Zu bite really!"

I raised my hand higher with great difficulty

"sound"

looking at me, Louis was getting his arm close in front of my lips

I quickly bit her with my lips and hid my teeth behind my lips so as not to hurt Louis' hand

"have...?"

louis gently gave a soft kiss and sweep at the tip of my head

"yet, nyicil first, later if angry again, Zu bite again, now continue the story first"

"dicicil...? I'm guessing what's in the cicil"

"ok continued, after in Indonesia Deddy put me in an international school that may have been Zu know if inter children are mostly outsiders, or mix"

"among the many foreign children whose majority of their religion is certainly not Islam, yes although there are also many Muslims, and either destiny or how, yes, there was one child who was quite different from us, he was a good, cheerful and also alim child in religious science, somehow he could go to our school...?"

"he's smart, the class president in charge, he's the only boy who never drinks and smokes, the perpetual single who's anti-close to women except for lesson matters"

"continue how the friends at her school treat her....? she's in the bully.....?"

I asked on the sidelines of the story as Louis paused

"no, there was no such bullying scene, we were too busy with our values and tasks, so to do that we didn't have time"

"at first I didn't care about the boy, until there was one incident that intrigued me and approached the boy"

"hiwi"

I laughed softly when I heard his last sentence, not because of what, but in my ears it sounded strange, a Louis approached others first....? God is sure this guy

"laugh, so go on...?"

"so, what happened.?.?, continue....."

"nampak Zu, if it keeps "

"sorry, hihihi"

I raised my head to anchor a light kiss on the spot my lips reached

my lips landed on his chin as it could not reach his cheek that was above my head

"it was on Friday in the first week that the boy moved to my school, we were studying as usual at that time, on time for the second break, I saw him out the gate, I saw him, while there are special rules that do not allow students to leave school before the learning hours end, the school even hired some special guards to guard the gate, somehow he got permission to exit the gate back then"

"the first time I was still ignorant, until the incident continued every Friday, even he was often late for the next lesson after the break and it succeeded in making me more curious"

"finally I tried to ask him about it and he started to explain, if he is a Muslim and about his obligation to pray Friday and from there I began to wonder also with Islam"

"because the more I got to know this child, I realized the more he had a unique personality and nature, and strangely all of his attitudes and traits were not due to his lustful desires, but because he tried to carry out his religious orders as best he could"

"he's not dating when many of our friends are on show, it's still natural because I'm not dating either, just the reason we're different, he's because of ta'a, while I'm because of laziness, ribet"

"he does not drink alcohol when the school always has a party that is often held on the spot, Zu know what place.?, and alcohol is his mandatory drink, he is absent, me too, Zu know what place, although for different reasons, he is because of ta'at, while I, because I do not like parties and crowds"

"even almost all his likes and hatred because of his obedience to Allah, while I...? it's definitely because it suits my mood and desires personally"

"the curiosity got bigger and bigger, so I gradually studied Islam, and that made me even more amazed when he said if I wanted to learn Islam I had to use reason, I had to learn Islam, as far as I know, no religion makes sense, so I didn't have any religion before I converted to Islam and I'm a big fan of the theory 'all things in this world are matter, and what happens is the change from one matter to another matter', one of the theories in scientific research, Zu taukan...?"

I nodded in agreement

"until he finally explained everything clearly, how we should seek the existence and truth of God through reason, the apostolate of Prophet Muhammad, and the truth of God, until the Qur'an as Kalamullah he tried to explain through a very reasonable explanation"

"and what challenged me the most when he asked me questions in every discussion we had, like, where do we come from....??, why do we live in this world.....?, and what happens when we're dead"

"continue, Hubby answered what....? Zu curious"

...~TBC~...