The Energy Of Love 2
The Delayed

"Alhamdulillah, it's done. Hopefully Henry likes the feeling that is written from me," said Fira as she folded three letters. Put it in a special envelope of love letters, then put a pen on the mattress.

The woman who had just been married by Henry was sitting on the side of the wedding mattress. The bridal room is so lavishly decorated with flowers. The night moonlight instantly pierced through the bedroom window. Fira smiles at the beauty of the night on her happy day.

Fira rushes to put the love letter into a small gift box that has been decorated with ribbons. Packed neat. She wanted to give a gift to her husband. Fira grew impatient waiting for Henry to come home from the mosque. While shaking off her heartbeat, Fira stood by the window. Enjoy the night sky with the cool breeze.

"Why am I salting, huh? Huuuff, calm yourself, Fira. The mind must relax" said Fira then exhale.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Henry came home" Henry said, closing the door.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," said Fira then muttered, "Oh my God, I dare not look at Henry tonight. Though I have some experience getting married, but why is this whole thing?"

Henry from behind looks at Fira who wears a continuous headscarf and long batik negligee. The corner of his lips smiling made his eyes narrow. Henry was more and more amazed by his simple-looking wife.

So nervous, Fira gripped the curtain. He still did not dare to turn his body. It feels like the heart is about to be dislodged at a moment like this. Trying to think fresh, but still Fira's mind went everywhere.

Fira's sense of smell snorted, suspecting that Henry was getting closer to her. The aroma of perfume attached to Henry's cocoa shirt was increasingly striking. Fira could only bite on the lips and the entire slender body was goosebumps.

"Fira" said Henry. His two hands were suddenly coiled around Fira's waist until Fira's eyes were round.

"I-iya, Hen," stuttered Fira with goosebumps.

"You sick? The overachiever? How can I shiver gini?" ask Henry.

"I-I'm too gu-gup," replied Fira increasingly jokingly.

Henry half-bent, as his body was taller than Fira's. The chin was on Fira's right shoulder. The woman gasped as her husband increasingly tightly embraced her waist. Again Fira did not dare to look at Henry's face.

"The moon is bright, yes," said Henry.

Fira nodded occasionally. "He-it."

"But you are the one who is able to light my heart" said Henry.

"Oh, yeah, what kind of kids?" tanya Fira switched the conversation.

"Kids and sisters Naomi and Sakura in the living room. Zayn prayed Isha as I did in the mosque. Naomi said, Fira enough to think about this night alone," replied Henry then peeked Fira's right cheek.

"Astaghfirullahal enzyme."

"Why?"

"You just kissed my cheek."

"Yes, why then? Oh, we're married. Oh, yeah, one second, that's your nose, what's up?"

Fira then looked at Henry. Now the two faces meet each other. Four eyes stared at each other. Fira Ranum's face was like a strawberry. Henry's smile was enough to make Fira's heart beat fast. So sweet.

"Oh Allah, my husband's handsome," murmured Fira.

"I love you, Fira" whispered Henry.

"Me too" said Fira.

"Lack of words."

"I-yes, I-I ju-also love you, Henry."

The night seems to be getting late. Likewise with Henry, his romantic attitude is increasingly drifting because of love. Slowly the oriental face was getting closer to the face of the wife. Henry's narrow eyes seemed to be eyeing Ranum Fira's lips. It was like finding a red strawberry candy.

"Henry, I want a surprise for you!" sergeant Fira.

"Oh, yes, I just remembered, I also want to give you a surprise," said Henry immediately release the embrace on Fira's waist.

"Thank God, huuff! My heart wants to fall off" murmured Fira as she stroked her chest.

Henry stepped into the closet looking for something. "Look at me, the card was put here. I hope there is, hehehe. What a lovely gift for you."

Fira quickly picked up the gift box that had been prepared for her husband. He followed Henry from behind. While Henry was still struggling to find something special for his wife in the wardrobe.

"Well, meet!" exclaim Henry.

"Such a big box of cards," said Fira gasp.

"Yes, you must like this. I want to see you wear this" Henry said, raising both eyebrows.

"What's that?" Fira frowned.

Henry handed the gift box to Fira. "You go to the bathroom first. Open the card there."

Just like Fira handed a small gift box to Henry. "This is a gift for you too. I hope you like it."

"Yes, already, you go to the bathroom now. I'm waiting in bed, yeah."

"Must go to the bathroom, okay?" Fira again cringed.

"Just like that."

Henry rushes up to the bed while opening a gift from Fira. While Fira was silent while looking at a gift from Henry. The gift box is large and bright red. Fira turns to Henry, but Henry signals Fira to go to the bathroom. Fira also obeyed him.

Fira in the bathroom that became one with this room. For a moment he reflected, realizing that his appearance felt less attractive. The big-nosed lady knew it was her first night with Henry. Of course Henry wants Fira to look that can arouse the heart.

Opening of gifts from Henry. Fira was wide-eyed to see a gift from Henry that was quite extreme. Fira goosebumps to touch a special dress wife in bright red. He had expected Henry would want Fira to look extreme in front of him.

"Astaghfirullah, only this time I got this flashy shirt," said Fira, "but, tonight it seems like it can't be so before. I am again a hindrance. Emm, what, yeah, Henry?"

"Fira, how? Does the card fit you?" henry outside the bathroom.

"Co-fit. I'm trying to like it" said Fira from inside the bathroom.

"I can't wait to see you wear it."

"Okay, Henry. Any idea where she's from about that dress? I've never worn such a flashy shirt, '" grumbled Fira.

Fira hesitates out of the bathroom. Two of his hands carried gifts from Henry. Her appearance remained the same, wearing a long headscarf and negligee. Henry sits on the bed reading a love letter from Fira. Turns out Henry had changed into a white t-shirt.

Henry's eyes were fixed on three letters. Repeatedly he read the written feelings of Fira. The slick writing was neat and managed to touch Henry's heart. So focused on reading the written feelings of Fira, Henry did not realize that Fira was beside him.

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Written feelings (1)

I want you to know, the long wait until hesitating to disturb the niche of the heart. Perhaps, if there is no firmness of the istikharah answer, I choose to stop halfway. Patiently dismissing doubts is not easy. I'm just an ordinary woman. In the absence of the energy of love imprinted on you, perhaps I will turn away.

However, you managed to bind this heart by saying my name in your prayers. The Most Loving also witnesses our feelings in the silence of the night. The moon, the stars and the inhabitants of the night sky bear silent witness to the love in prayer from us.

Now, that beautiful rhythmic piano clink is in harmony with my happy heart of certainty from you. I want to listen to a love song with you. The lyrics that write our love story. The two dance to love and laugh.

You are the greatest, proving that you came at the right time. First, you came in good faith and steadfastness interested me. Second, tomorrow you will be my husband. Fulfilling my faith to his heaven.

From me, your shy ribs.

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Written feelings (2)

I want you to take care of this prayer beads. If you have problems and trials, remember God. Keep prayers and practices. I always pray my husband is always guarded by God. My prayers are always with you.

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Written feelings (3)

. I love you, my husband. Sorry, yes, if there is no Korean language, hehehe. I suddenly write Hangul while studying.

•••

Fira shyly sees Henry glued to read three sheets of love letters. Fira's head was slightly tilted, seeing two of Henry's eyes being glazed over, holding back tears. It seemed that Henry was filled with reading the written feelings of his beloved wife.

"I'm sorry, yes, if there's a lack of feeling written from me, hehehe" said Fira.

Henry was surprised. Quickly he wiped away the tears that almost dripped down his cheek. "I-this is amazing. You succeeded in making me dissolve in love."

"Hehehe, thank you for the compliment." Fira was embarrassed.

"Well, you don't wear the clothes in the gift?" ask Henry.

"Emm, sorry, Hen. I didn't tell you, yeah, if I had a red date. Tonight is not our sustenance. So, I'm not wearing this shirt, it's okay, is it?" answer Fira.

"Oh, you're again a hitch to. Yeah, already, nothing. I can wait for you."

Fira glanced towards the wall clock while putting a gift on the nightstand. "Astaghfirullah, it's already nine and a half. We'd better go to bed early, tomorrow's our wedding reception."

"Yes, already, here, I hug." Henry spread out both hands, welcoming Fira into his arms.

When Fira was about to hug Henry, Henry laid down Fira's body. Henry is now above Fira. The shirt-clad athletic body was clearly visible from the glare of Fira's eyes, making gasp and thump instead of playing.

"Henry, I'm a hindrance, again" said Fira.

"I want to see my wife's face up close. May it?" rayu Henry's.

"Well, if it leaks, how's dong?"

Hearing Fira's words just now, Henry then turned to the ceiling of the room. "leak? The roof is leaking, huh?"

"No, but it's coming this month." Fira.

"Oh, what do I think? Yeah, well, we're sleeping now, yuk."

Fira nodded while changing the sleeping position to the right. So did Henry, his beloved wife. Don't forget they pulled the blanket. The couple began to shut down. Their faces also seemed to be tired because they had held a marriage contract this morning.

***

The device's alarm sounds loud, indicating 4:25am. Fira is in a semi-conscious state from sleep. When his left hand felt the bed covered with sheets towards the nightstand, there was something strange. Fira suddenly woke up and sat up straight. His left hand was wet after touching the sheets. While his right hand rubbed his eyes so that it could be seen clearly the origin of the wet.

"Eh, I'm translucent, yes," said Fira.

His two eyes were open. He saw no sign of his moon coming. Fira turned to the wet sheets, it seemed like someone was wetting this mattress. Fira was stunned when she remembered Henry.

Fira. "God! Don't-don't, Henry ..."

"Freshly, the early morning has taken a bath" Henry said, drying his hair with a towel.

Henry just got out of the bathroom. The athletic body was still clad in a plain white shirt complete with knee-length pants. Fira then looked at Henry in astonishment.

"Henry," call Fira.

"Eh, my wife, you're awake, yes" said Henry.

"You wet the bed, yes," said Fira with a dumbfounded face.

Henry just grinned while brushing his hair. "Yes, how else? You're another hitch, I admit, yes, that's it. Do you know that men experience that?"

"Wow," Fira's inner voice became sensitive to Henry's speech.

"Yes, already, I prayed dawn in the mosque first, yes."

Fira frowned looking at Henry. While Henry prepared himself to wear Muslim cocoa hanging in a hanger, then wear a peci and sarong. Henry momentarily turned to the face of Fira who had just woken up. The flirtatious blink of an eye from Henry made Fira come to her senses from daydreams. Henry then came out of the room while wearing sunnah perfume on cocoa clothes.

Felt with this wet bedsheet, Fira moved out of place. Quickly he opened the sheets until this luxurious mattress looked plain. Tidied up for a while the hijab she was wearing. Fira rushed out of the room while carrying the heavy bedsheet.

Fira walks in the vastness of the elite house that belonged to her in-laws. The distance of his room to the laundry at the back of the house is quite far. His eyes were wobbly making sure no one was there. You will feel embarrassed when you meet people at home. Especially if he was carrying this bedsheet.

"That's it, no one gets to know!" batin Fira while running towards the laundry.

"Fira why lift that bedsheet? It was heavy" said Intan who suddenly appeared behind Fira.

Fira cengengesan while turning her body. He gulped because he was confused about what to answer in front of his mother-in-law.

"Anu, Mum. Fira wanted to wash," said Fira then he sat down, "oh, what am I going to say, huh? Did you say the sheets were washed because Henry had finished his dream? Shy dong. But, if you say you have to come my moon, lie dong. So, confused."

"Why washed? In the laundry only," Intan suggested.

"It's something that only Fira knows, Mam, hehehe."

"Oh, that. Yes, already, washed using a washing machine, yes. Let you not be tired. The sheets are heavy. If you want to ask for new sheets, ask for a housekeeper. In this house there is a special closet for the storage of sheets. You can pick up new sheets."

"Good, Mam. Then Fira goes to the wash first."

"Yes, you're also getting ready, yes, today is your wedding reception with Henry. At most five o'clock this morning, the designer team and MUA are here. For children let the baby sitter just take care, yes."

"Good, Mam." Fira nodded. Intan goes by. Finally Fira can breathe a sigh of relief answering Intan's question honestly. Fira runs towards the laundry.