The Energy Of Love 2
Actually Romantic

The digital clock on the nightstand shows at one in the morning. A good time to pray tahajud and pray in the silence of the night. Where other people are being lulled in a dream, but there are still people waking up to create a longing space between a servant and his Lord.

Fira wakes up after taking a bath and does not find Henry in the room and family room. The woman styled a less tidy hijab in front of the makeup mirror. Despite waking up in the early hours of the morning, the aura of the face appears bright, natural without makeup.

His bright smile is the smile that makes Henry always build love. The yellow face turned away from the mirror. The cold at one night, makes Fira have to wear sandals in the house.

"It's tahajud prayer time, but where is Henry going, huh? I hope Henry is in the mosque" he said.

The melodious voice reciting the holy verses of the Qur'an sounded cold in Fira's sense of hearing. Thumping also the recesses of his heart. The batik woman walked along the corridor to the mushola behind the house.

Fira's steps suddenly stopped in front of the mushola. His round eyes began to glaze over seeing his beloved husband reciting the holy verses of the Qur'an.

"God, Henry," said Fira.

Fira enters the mosque with his right foot. In the beautiful mushola, Fira sat down behind Henry. He was washed away in the chanting of the holy Quran which came out of Henry's mouth. From the deepest recesses, there was an enthusiasm to worship with her husband.

"The feeling written from you got me carried away. The sound of your voice reciting the Qur'an makes me love you more because of Allah" said Fira. Precisely the expression Fira just then made Henry pause the Quran reading.

Henry turned his body facing Fira. The man was handsome and dressed in a white robe and a sarong. Plus the peci stuck in Henry's head. Fira was stunned to see the dignified aura from the figure of the man before her. In the silence tonight, only Fira has the right to look at Henry. The view of a loving wife to the figure of her husband will be a reward for her.

"You're awake, yeah. I was going to wake you up, but I can't believe you're tired" Henry said.

Fira looked at Henry intently. "Henry, guide me who has this deficiency to get closer to God. I'm your ribs that bend easily. I believe in you, you are the family priest whom God sent to take me and the children to the path of God."

"Before and when I married you, I had the determination to build a household that was very happy. Of course, happy if you have a wife and children who are passionate in religion. God willing, I continue to improve myself so that I can guide my wife and children," said Henry.

Fira took a long breath then exhaled, trying to hold back the cries and haru. The lady in love felt a vibe of love for Henry. Seeing his wife's eyes glazed over, Henry was about to touch Fira's cheek. But Henry was able to resist the urge to touch Fira, distracting her by scratching her nape.

"Now, we pray tahajud and witir together, yuk. If you keep talking, worry about me touching you, then I'll be wudu again, hehehe," said Henry.

"Yuk, after that we teach, recite and pray, yes," said Fira.

"After that?" henry Goda.

Fira tapped her lips with her index finger. "Yes, after that, what, huh? Want to snack on snacks in the fridge, hehehe."

"Then?"

"Then, yes, the preparation of the Fajr prayer."

"Something seems to have been missed." Henry was clumsy for flirting with his wife.

Fira frowned curiously. "So what's missing?"

Henry swung both eyebrows. "That one. Ahem, ahem, ahem."

"You want ahem again?" Fira instantly meloloti Henry.

"Hahaha, your mind ahem continues, yes. Not honey, but accompany me to the ball game."

Fira is upset but also embarrassed. He shook off the face he was about to wear. "Huh, kirain what? Yes, already, we now pray tahajud and witir."

Henry took the position of prayer facing the qibla, then he did the takbiratul ihram and began to read the iftah prayer in a soft voice. Fira became a mum while following the priestly movement.

Two lovebirds written soul mate was washed away in the special prayer tahajud. Two men so solemn before the Creator. The four eyes were only focused on each other's prayer mats.

Salat tahajud until the prayer of the witir has been carried out by Henry and Fira. Henry sat down, thinking to God with his fingers. Fira also dhikr with prayer beads in hand. After the words of the pair of men glorified Allah to the point of entering into the heart, making it peaceful.

Henry raised his hand and prayed for the goodness, salvation and happiness of the world and the hereafter. Fira also raised her hand while confirming the prayer offered by her husband. Prayer with confidence in God. It feels peaceful when all prayers reach the Almighty. It was as if God was right before these two servants.

Henry turned to face Fira. Fira moved from his seat and took a prayer of the Qur'an in a special closet for the storage of the Qur'an and other books. While Henry took the Qur'an which was already on the small table. Fira sat down to face Henry.

"Where did you get the Quran?" asked Henry.

"I read until At-Taubah's letter" Fira replied, "if you?"

"If I read until Joseph's letter" said Henry.

"MasyaAllah, let my husband be handsome physically and heartily, yes, hehehe," Fira praised.

Henry was suddenly misbehaved. "It could be my wife. I'll pinch your nose again, hehehe."

"Alright, we're starting to teach now."

"I want to hear you read the Qur'an" Henry asked.

Fira was embarrassed by herself. "OK, if I'm mistaken for tajwidnya, please be justified, yes."

"Ready, sweetheart. Yuk, it starts with the salary."

Real romance when husband and wife wake up in a third of the night. Performing tahajud prayer. Draw near to Allah while reciting. Praying faithfully until reciting the holy verses of the Qur'an.

***

"I'm so sleepy, huh? After eating enough snacks," said Fira while yawning. Henry then closed the mouth of Fira who was yawning.

"You sleep on my shoulder here. I watched a ball game. Again exciting too," said Henry while offering his shoulder for Fira's backrest.

"Good to have a sofa can be shaped like a mattress. So my feet can be squawking. Yeah, I slept first, yeah, Hen."

Henry and Fira are in the living room. It was planned after teaching, Fira ate a snack and Henry was busy watching a ball game on the television screen. But Fira's eyes can no longer withstand drowsiness. Fira changes position-asleep on Henry's two thighs wearing only knee-length pants.

On the sidelines of watching an English league game, Henry turned to Fira. He saw the face of the prettiest wife who was fast asleep on her two thighs. It is true, if you are married, the most comfortable pillow is the shoulder, thighs to the arms of halal lovers while sleeping.

Henry kissed Fira's forehead which might have been lulled in a beautiful dream. The narrow-eyed man looked back at the television screen to continue watching English league football matches.

"Now I have a wife, not alone anymore if you want to watch a football game. Fortunately, Fira wanted to be invited to watch this. But uniquely, Fira easily hungry, yes. The proof on the table was that there were a lot of snacks that Fira ate. I salute, Fira's body remains slim," said Henry while praising his wife.

"Hopefully Song Hyun Min's ball guesses always score a proud goal. Song is a ball-taker representing a great South Korea. In the past, I had aspirations to become a famous soccer player. But the road is to become an entrepreneur. Playing ball is a hobby. There is pride in itself as a Korean blaster," continued Henry.

"I have an idea to channel my hobby. Do I need to build a football academy for kids and teens, huh?" thought Henry.

His narrow eyes were glued to the television screen. If his stomach is hungry, Henry enjoys a variety of snacks available at the table. Complete with a bottle of strawberry flavored soda.

No time passed, the time of dawn had come. The ball game was almost over. Now Henry is preparing for congregational dawn prayers at the residential complex mosque. Henry carefully got up from the sofa while putting Fira's head on the pillow. Henry then sat down, putting his lips close to Fira's ears.

"Fira, it's dawn. Awake, yuk. I want to go to the mosque first, yes" whispered Henry.

Fira squirmed as she opened her eyes slightly. "Subhanallah, the time is fast. Yes, you go to the mosque. God willing, I also want to pray."

"After dawn prayers don't sleep again, yes, hehehe."

"No, hehehe."

Fira slowly changed her position to sit on the sofa. He rubbed his eyes carefully. Henry rushed to the room to change into Muslim clothes. While Fira takes a remote to turn off the television screen.

***

The wall clock in the dining room almost showed at half-seven. Fira returned to work as a housewife, from cooking to preparing breakfast for her husband and children. But there is something different from Fira, this time he is neat and fragrant wrapped in a dark brown robe. Even before marriage, he is what he is because he has not taken a shower at this hour.

The harmonious family sat together in the dining room chair. Henry enjoyed the vegetable cuisine of chicken soup made by Fira. Zayn devours fried rice complete with his favorite fried chicken. Zema and Alira just as Henry stared at rice and vegetables and side dishes.

"Before you eat, pray first. Eat slowly, yes, children. Don't forget to drink the milk" said Fira.

"Well, Mama," said her three children.

"It tastes good too, yeah. I feel at home because of the wife's cooking" Henry said.

"Thank God, I'm glad to hear that. I cook with all my heart so that my husband and children have energy and are always healthy" Fira said.

"Mama and the smart wife" Henry said.

"Mom please bring me some fried tempeh. Alira wants it," Alira pinta.

"Okay, how much do you want the fried tempeh?" said Fira while taking a fried tempeh for Alira.

"One of them, Ma. Thank you, Mama" replied Alira.

"Mom, Zema would like to add more vegetable soup," pinta Zema.

Fira deftly pour vegetable soup with a vegetable spoon to the plate Zema. "So this is enough?"

"That's enough, Mama. Thank you, Mama," Zema said.

How warm the family together at breakfast. Fira feels happy to be able to enjoy her return as a housewife. Before marrying Henry, Fira was often busy with her work. He did not have time to make breakfast for his children, although he took the time to prepare the children to immediately go to school.

Fira ravenously ate rice and vegetable soup. While enjoying the food, Fira was filled to see a complete family. This beautiful sight was what Fira missed. There is a sense of satisfaction because the husband and three children love their homemade cooking.

"As usual, Papa and Mama take Kak Zayn, Zema and Alira to school. Papa all want to check the office with Mama," said Henry.

"Zayn is happy, because every departure to school is now delivered with Papa," said Zayn semringah.

"It's fitting Papa there's free time. Maybe, if Papa gets busy again, who delivers to school later Mr. Irwan, Papa's driver."

"Yeah, Papa, if you can take the time to take Zayn and the sisters to school."

"God willing, Papa try, yes. By the way, about Mr. Irwan, no word yet, yes, same Lefia." Henry turned to Fira.

"Lefia had WA I did anyway. It's hard to get a signal there. It's Lefia's place in the countryside. I became suspicious, maybe Lefia and Mr. Irwan are married" said Fira.

"Yes, too, yeah. It looks like they're married" Henry said.

"If they are married, thank God, be happy. Finally got a personal assistant and driver."

"Our house is also enough for them if they are married. I'm not worried. Pray for kindness and happiness for Lefia and Mr. Irwan."

"God willing, that must be. Oh, yeah, Hen, after your office, where are you going?"

"As far as you are."

"I stopped by the beauty clinic, yeah. It's been a few days since I've been there."

"Yes, I'll take you to your clinic."

Henry and Fira return to breakfast. They drink warm water in their glasses.

Time keeps going. After breakfast, Fira struggled to prepare her three children to go to school. Starting from preparing bags, shoes and other school attributes. Fira treats them fairly. Like, the mother generally prepares her child for school, Fira tidied up the appearance of Zayn, Zema and Alira in uniform to the school tie.