The Twins' Mystical Journey
pride

after breaking the fast, the queen and Sekar came home, while Emily stayed to join the tarawih together.

"all right I go home first, leave this little girl, and later if you take her home please do not let Arkan alone, ask Raka also take her, because I want to discuss something later," said Sekar.

"please understand, be careful of you two," said Wulan who hugged Sekar.

while waiting for the Adhan isya', Wulan invites Emily to choose some of her hijab.

"Emily choose a hijab that you like yes, you can take it, but if the size of the shirt seems to be very big for you," said Wulan.

"i have some clothes that are small to me, you can wear them to learn, hopefully you will," said Rania who came with some long tops and gamis.

"thank you, Rania, and Amma..."

Wulan also gives mukena and prayer mats for gifts, not to forget the prayer beads of stigi wood as well.

Emily did not think that the Arkan family would be this enthusiastic, even Jasmin also gave a lot of clothes that are still good for her.

they are now heading to the mosque to perform the prayer isya' and continue with the prayer tarawih.

"well, now Arkan will be a priest for three days in his stead, will you son?" said Rafa.

"god willing, sir" replied Arkan.

Rafa smiled, supposedly Faraz, but his son had chosen a cottage in one of the best boarding schools in east Java.

Arkan became a priest for the first time, and his reading was melodious.

even tarawih prayers were carried out without obstacles, and everyone did not expect Raka to be so successful in educating his sons.

after the prayer, Rafa distributed the schedule leaflets of the priest, Bilal, and also the snack shodaqoh.

all agreed, it turned out that the names Arkan and Aryan became the ranks of priests.

"i didn't say anyway, I haven't completely memorized the reading order from the letter," said Aryan who felt deceived.

"quietly, I will be Bilal when you become a priest, and father will be behind you, so you don't have to worry, then let me count the number of rakaatnya." arkan said to appease his brother.

"all right if you say so, I'm ready, God willing." replied Aryan sure.

Arkan and Raka laughed, because even though the man was often childish but Aryan was not inferior to Arkan.

"Alhamdulillah, this year the young priests began a lot, but unfortunately the Rashid ustadz does not exist, continue this in place of who?" ask one of the fathers.

"Alhamdulillah, well then, all has been decided, now let's go home," invite the citizens.

unbeknownst to Rania and anyone else, Aditya has started to remove the tattoos he has.

slowly the tattoo was lost in two visits, because Aditya did not want to disappoint his wife.

when he came home, Rania was in the kitchen making date milk, and entered accidentally saw Aditya's body that was bare-chested.

"sorry mas.." shocked Rania Yang immediately closed her eyes.

"why in there, come here this is yours too, and you don't want to see my tattoo?" tawar Adityas.

Rania lowered her head while opening her eyes, Aditya raised Rania's face.

"look at your imperfect husband on this deck, don't keep your head down" said Aditya softly.

"sorry I'm not used to it yet" replied Rania trembling.

Rania was shocked because there was no tattoo but only a tattoo on her husband's body.

"gold your tattoo?" surprised Rania who reflexes directly touch the mark.

"i removed it, when I left without you at that time, and the pain I felt was not worth your disappointment when seeing the tattoo was possible, so I took the initiative to remove it," Aditya replied.

"it must have been very painful," Rania murmured touching the blistered skin.

"no deck, I don't feel pain as long as I can keep seeing you smile, you and Rashid are the source of my life, and also my weakness" Aditya replied.

Rania also cried hearing her husband's words, she was well aware if Aditya was so protective of her.

even the man can survive not touching Rania, as long as Rania is not ready.

"don't cry" said Aditya hugging Rania.

Rania also felt so comfortable, because the warm body of her husband and the masculine aroma of smell.

but while hugging Aditya's body, Rania felt a scar on her back, "don't on the palpable deck, it's me who struggled to raise my sister, we had to live on the streets, and that wound can't hurt me,"

"must be very tormented mas first, now mas can not keep it alone, and must share everything that is felt with me," said Rania saw Aditya's face.

"alright madam, I understand," replied Aditya smiling and kissing Rania's forehead.