Meet You Again
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"Miya is with Mamah tonight" Santi told Juwita.

Wita just kept quiet, it felt like everything happened so fast. I hope the decision is not wrong.

It does not feel Adhan isya has been in my head. It all feels so fast. Some time ago Wita and Wahab had legitimately become husband and wife. Many pilgrims were surprised by Kyai Ismail's sudden announcement after he finished praying Maghrib.

"About a second. Even the news of their closeness does not smell here Mr. Kyai" said a resident.

"Yes good. They suddenly I got married. Instead of leading them astray. I don't want to lose fast dong" replied Kyai Ismail casually.

"Yes right Mr. Kyai" cried some residents.

"Let's pray Isya first. After this we eat together" added Mr. Kyai.

Juwita still looks confused. In an instant the widow's status had been dated from her.

"Son" reprimanded Bu Nyai.

"I-Iya Bu Nyai" he stammered.

"Ummi, call me like Wahab called me" he said slowly.

Juwita nodded slowly and smiled at Nyai.

"Akh, this is like a dream. There is no special invitation. There is no bridal room. This is my marriage" his heart murmured .

After the Isya prayer they ate together and slowly the news of the marriage was spread throughout the village.

"I feel like a dream" he said as Wahab stood before him. Juwita swept her gaze across the corner of the room. A very simple room. Also a large bed with two cabinets and a dressing table. The walls are plain white. The soft aroma of arabic parfume is smelled by Wita.

"Hmmm, what's this smell?. Like the smell of ginger but--."

"Mixed citrus aroma" said Wahab.

"Yes" said Wita.

"It's a parfume from Kuwait" Wahab said again and the atmosphere calmed down. For a few minutes they were silent on the edge of the bed, running out of material to discuss.

"I'm sorry about this sudden marriage" Wahab said, breaking the silence.

"No pa-pa. But Papah asked for it."

"Do you mind?."

The woman shook her head slowly"Only, we almost never talk."

Wahab smiled faintly"I don't dare to greet you."

"Why?" this time Wita focused on Wahab. Now I could see the man who had just married her.

Wahab had thick eyebrows and a sharp nose, though not as sharp as Fatur's nose. For some reason by looking at him just like that Wita already feels right with him.

His eyes narrowed slightly, seemingly descended from Ummi. She also had a charming smile like Abah. As Jovana said, she was cute. Really great even.

"It is your view like this that scares me to say hello to you" Wahab said.

"Astaghfirullah's. Sorry Ustadz" was caught looking at the man in front of him, Juwita bowed in shame.

"Don't apologize. We are halal" he said again. As if venturing to talk casually to Wita, in fact he himself moved from the edge of the bed and sat in his work chair in front of the window. Building a distance between the two of them.

"Hey, why am I being tame like this?!" juwita's heart thrashed with the situation now. I swear, it's uncomfortable.

Tok!!"Assalamualaikum" call Ummi.

"Waalaikumsalam" Wahab said as he opened the door to the room.

"Lho, Nak Wita is still wearing mukena" Ummi said. Juwita simply smiled wryly in response to Ummi's remark.

"This is Nak Wita's phone left behind in the mosque earlier."

"Thank You Ummi. I forgetfulness earlier" their awkwardness was clearly visible in Bu Nyai's eyes.

After dropping off Mobile Wita Ummi back restless"Well, the reason let alone dong to know their development."

"Ummi ummi!!" hardik Abah is anxious"Let them get acquainted more deeply, do not disturb."

"It's late too Ummi?. Let's go to sleep" asked Abah to pull the wife's arm.

Although still very curious, Ummi still obeyed the words of Abah.

Back to the bridal room.

"I'm confused about what to do" Juwta couldn't hold back his anxiety anymore.

"Yes just relax. Now this is also your room, do as you wish" said Wahab slowly. Actually, he did not feel well also caught in this awkwardness.

"I took off the veil."

Wahab stayed away from Wita, spontaneously.

"Hehe, I took off the hood doang. Not off the shirt" gabis already a benign limit Juwita. He was also very sleepy. Want to go to sleep immediately, and sleep with a face because it feels uncomfortable. But if for Author, sleeping using the mucus it feels very comfortable.

"Say it's up to me to do it. I've been really sleepy Ustadz" she shamelessly climbed into bed and laid out their pillow bolsters.

"Ustadz on the left what's right?" he acted as usual in the presence of Wahab.

A curvy smile on Wahab's face"You're not awkward anymore?" while placing the peci on the workbench and approaching Wita who was ready to leave for the island of Kapok.

"Ustadz can't eat people, right??"

Terrawa, Wahab shook his head.

"Yes, let's go to sleep. Like our simple marriage, be mediocre with each other" she pulled the end of her veil. Letting her long jet black hair wither beautifully.

"Are you angry with our marriage?, with our arranged marriage?" ask wahab again. His heart was amazed at the sight before his eyes. For a long time she had not seen Wita without a veil like now, her beautiful face was more charming with strung hair.

"No. I have already experienced a wedding celebration. Poor Ustadz aja, already got a package like me, uh even in request a minimalist marriage."

"Later I will ask Papah to make a wedding for us again at Papah's residence."

Wita was flabbergasted, she had just learned to close the aurat. For other problems not too understand. From a young age, he lived in a family that did not emphasize religious education.

"How do you mean?. I don't understand it at all" he sat down again after having a chance to stretch himself.

"We should now pray two rakaat together."

Wita's listening"Certain?."

"Continuously--" Wahab was confused as to how to convey it.

"Hemm?, let alone Ustadz?" the lyrics of Wita pursue Wahab's view.

"Te--continued--" wahab stuttered again.

Curiosity brings Juwita closer to Wahab. Now he sat in the middle of the bed approaching the husband who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Clearly not a piece of Mr. Ustadz" tilting his head glanced at Wahab's eyes.

Their eyes finally collided"You're not afraid I'm watching?. Did you forget this was our bridal night."

Wahab's words made Wita slowly retreat"Hehe, it turns out that Ustadz can joke as well."

"I am also a Juwita man" it turns out that Ustadz's smile this one is quite enough to make Wita blush embarrassed.

Wahab was about to step into the bathroom and change his clothes. And suddenly...

"Ustad!!. Can you hurry up a little?" the screams are at the door.

"Well, do-it-" the new toilet door opened a little. But Juwita broke in immediately.

Brak!!...

"Tremendous" whispered Wahab's heart. He threw himself in bed. Drowsiness began to occupy him, but Wita's call from the toilet dissolved his drowsiness.

"Why??" tanyakanya.

krek!, Juwita's head was nongol from behind the door.

"Hemm, may I ask you a favor?."

"Yes" he said with a nod.

"I---PMS."

Wahab's eyebrows swooped up, he did not understand the words of Wita"What PMS?."

"The moon's coming."

Wahab patted his forehead.

"I didn't bring a pad" Wita said again.

"Continue?" Wahab ketar-ketir awaits Wita's request.

"Don't say---" had a doubtful glance at Wita who smiled mischievously looking at him.

Pleaseee!!, this newly married woman is asking for help.

the man took a heavy breath and turned around, exited the room and walked into Khadijah's room.

"Sir..!!" call him.

"Sir...!!"

"Hem?" the tired face of Khadijah from behind the door.

"Please dong. Ask for it--."

"That's what??" both eyes of Khadijah seemed heavy to open.

"Slayers" he said quickly.

"Hufpt!, for the Wita Bang?."

Wahab nodded in shame"Hunter, Ummi's hunt woke up!!."

Still laughing, Khadijah took out two pads and handed them to Wahab.

"One Deck?."

"It's new, isn't it??" ask the youngest, and answer Wahab with a nod.

"Bring up Bang. Prepare if it's hard."

Confused Wahab returned to the room and handed it to Wita who was still in the bathroom.

"Thank you. So Mr. Ustadz, what is the continuation of the century?."

"In the toilet can not talk" said Wahab.

"Oh" Juwita immediately finished her work on the toilet and returned to bed.

"So, what followed" he was still very curious about the description of Wahab which was interrupted due to the arrival of Ummi earlier.

"It can't be done either" Wahab threw himself down and prepared for sleep.

"What the hell do you mean?" muttered Wita also broke down.

"You're coming to the moon. There was a night of his bride after the two rakaat prayers could not be carried out" Wahab said as he covered his face with a blanket. His face was blushing under the blanket.

Wita silently understood and looked at Wahab who had entered the blanket.

To be continued...

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