Imran saw his wife standing alone at the balcony and approached her. He stood close behind her. Feeling the closeness of her husband, Syakirah rested her head on his chest. He wrapped his hands around her waist and Syakirah placed her hands above his. Softly Imran said, "Finally, we're alone and I have you for myself. No more relatives hanging around us".
They had a thanksgiving party when she moved in Imran's home. That would be their home for the rest of their lives said Imran. "You have me for the rest of our lives, In sha Allah (SWT).
I like your family and relatives. They love you". "They love you too. And honey, I will hold on to yourwords. I want to have you for the rest of our lives, In sha Allah (SWT) ".
Syakirah turned and faced Imran. They looked into each other's eyes and smiled. "I've always like the little boy in you. I guess I was attracted to it the first time I saw you", Syakirah said to Imran.
Imran smiled at Syakirah and responded, "I remember we almost had an argument that day". "I said the little boy...", Syakirah repeated with a small laugh. "Yeah?...What about the grown up in me?", asked Imran playfully. "That too...but that part was so good at hiding your true feelings, at shielding the pain and the scar from the past. It made you look tough on the outside but beneath that tough exterior the vulnerable little boy in you was crying to be held and loved ".
"Now I have you...to hold and to love me". "Yeah...", Syakirah smiled lovingly at her husband. "How come you're so good at this? Was I part of your reading assignment? Or did you study me like you studied each of your student?", asked Imran teasingly. "I guess I just do. And your mother wanted me to take care of you too". "She did..?", her husband asked with a smile flashing his dimples. "She didn't have to ask. I knew it the first time I saw the two of you. But you were too much to handle then".
"Am I still?" With a flirtatious smile Syakirah answered, "Sometimes..". Imran took Syakirah's right hand and kissed it. Thenhe pulled her closer and gave a soft kiss on her forehead. Syakirah rested her head on his shoulder. Asthey were holding each other, softly Imran whispered to her, "I love you Syakirah, my wife".
"I love you too Imran, my husband". Happiness was written on their faces. "Thank you for making her dream come true", Imran said. "You're welcome. Alhamdulillah. It is Allah (SWT) 'splay and I'm the characterâ€¦â€¦â€¦we all are, honey. I really miss her".
"Me too. She gave me the best gift of my life. She gave me you", Imran said as he remembered the card in the wedding present Saleha had left for them. It said:
"I leave you to Syakirah. I'm grateful to Allah (SWT) knowing that I can finally feel happy and be at peace. Be happy my son. May Allah (SWT) bless you both forever, In sha Allah (SWT)".
"Me too. She gave me the best gift of my life. She gave me you", Imran said as he remembered the card in the wedding present Saleha had left for them. It said: "I leave you to Syakirah. I'm grateful to Allah (SWT) knowing that I can finally feel happy and be at peace. Be happy my son. May Allah (SWT) bless you both forever, In sha Allah (SWT) ".