Captain Qadrul Hafiz

Part 11 honeymoon

The room was dark as night settled in, with a pillow between Aishah and Qadrul, their usual way of sleeping. 

'Where you going my love, come to me'

'No let me go!'

'Help!!!'

'How dare you slap me!You need to be teach!'

'No please!No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry'

Aishah abruptly opened her eyes, her heart racing. She had gone to bed earlier, but the nightmare jolted her awake. The same nightmare all over again.The atmosphere felt tense until a soothing sound reached her ears – Qadrul was softly reciting verses from the Quran. His bedside was illuminated. Aishah watched from her spot, her unease fading as the words he recited seemed to bring calm. Slowly, her anxiety melted away, and she fell back into a peaceful sleep, her husband's voice guarding her from the nightmares that had haunted her for so long.For once, she could sleep peacefully.

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Without either of them realizing, three weeks had passed, and today marked their last day here. As time went on, their closeness deepened, a testament to the growing affection they held for one another.

"Qadrul, look here!" Aishah's voice rang out, catching his attention.

Turning toward her, Qadrul saw the mischievous glint in her eyes right before she splashed water in his direction. He had hesitated earlier, worried about not having spare clothes, but it seems like his worries is useless now.

"Aishah, you've challenged the wrong person," he playfully responded, a determined spark in his eyes.

With that, their spontaneous water fight erupted, laughter filling the air as they scampered along the shoreline, relishing in their carefree antics.

Hupfh!

"Got you, mi angel"

Breathless and beaming, they collapsed onto the sandy beach, their shared joy binding them even closer. Qadrul stole a moment to admire Aishah, her smile radiating a happiness that was utterly contagious. It struck him anew that this remarkable woman was his wife, a realization that flooded him with gratitude.

Interrupting his thoughts, Aishah pointed excitedly toward the horizon. "Subhanallah, Qadrul, look at the sunset. It's amazing!"

Qadrul nodded, his gaze fixed on the sky painted with hues of orange and pink. The sun's descent was a breathtaking spectacle, a backdrop to their serene moment.

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, painting the sky with vivid hues of orange and pink, Aishah couldn't help stealing glances at the man beside her. Her heart swirled with a cascade of emotions, each one a brushstroke in the canvas of her newfound reality. Having never ventured into the realm of dating before, she had locked away her belief in love long ago, too scarred by the wounds of her past. Hence all the attention and affection that Qadrul shows to her were new-'So this is what love feels like'. Perhaps Qadrul was right; love belongs to Allah, and He can instill feelings in whomever He wishes. She was grateful that Allah had bestowed this profound feeling of love within her heart.

"Qadrul," Aishah's voice gently interrupted Qadrul, drawing his attention to her.

"I want to say thank you for choosing me to be your wife. Thank you for teaching me how to love once again. Thank you for being my imam, Mi Luz."

"Siti Aishah, every moment with you feels like a gift from Allah. I thank Him every day for making you my wife. I pray that our journey together continues, that no matter what trials may come, we'll be side by side until we reach Jannah. You are the beginning and the ending of my love story." Aishah's eyes glistened with tears as Qadrul's heartfelt words washed over her. His thumb gently brushed away the teardrops that escaped, carrying away her fears and insecurities.