Assalamualaikum Love

I open Aisyah or Khadijah

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Apologizing and Apologizing are two things that are equally difficult..

But don't complicate it all better.

Heartfelt. Sometimes not according to the wishes of the heart..

But learning to be sincere is better.

Perfection belongs to God...

The glory of the Prophet..

I am neither Aisha nor Khadijah..

But I'm trying to imitate them.

They are Suri Tauladan...

Studying...Learn and Continue to Learn...

that's what Kianara concluded from all this....

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3 Months passed..

Aditya, Kianara and Alif founded the Shelter House for the Kangker Sufferers..

Aditya handles the Medical section, looking for doctors who want to be involved in their charity work.

Kianara is not infrequently involved in giving motivation.

Alif handles the charity assistance that comes in and distributes it.

Parents are also always involved in charity events.

And the son of Mr. Joko (Suspects of shooting) named Bunga was in handling, and with God's permission his situation began to improve.

For Mr. Joko and their comrades should be punished during the 5th prison, but with various considerations, where Pak Joko and his friends want to be honest, and easy to cooperate, he said, they were sentenced to 18 months in prison, and the fine has been handled by Aditya.

Unceasingly Mr. Joko apologized and thanked Aditya, Kianara and the whole family.

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Tonight Aditya looked so Tired, after Isya prayer and dinner went straight to the room and laid his body on the bed.

Prepare a snack to eat when he wants.

Yes so is the pregnant woman, her innate laper mulu.

In his tray containing snacks that have been arranged in a jar along with drinking water to the room.

Arriving at the room in his place on the nightstand.

Seen her husband was asleep on his back while hugging the bolster.

Kianara got into bed, but she chose to sit next to her husband..

in his elus-elus stomach that already looks distended (his name is pregnant women right).

"Look son.it looks like Abi kecapean yes, now not only the hospital that Abi takes care of, but also there is a halfway house that Abi must take care of.. may our good intentions end in kindness too dear"

After chatting alone with the prospective baby, her body was laid down next to the husband, but still in the position of the head refuted with her left hand, her body facing the husband.

I don't know why suddenly a prank approached her.

Stared fixed on the face of the husband, played his hair with his fingers. Satisfied toying with the black hair sticky the husband, then his index finger touched the forehead, lips and do not forget to play with the chin that began to be overgrown with a beard though not long.

The activity was repeatedly done.

Not separated from the smile that was so loose on his lips.

Satisfied fingers play on the face of the husband. Now in his kiss the husband's forehead, then to the eyes, nose and lips.

and that activity was done many times...

Having satisfied...

The lips went to the husband's ear, in his whisper an expression of the heart

"Syukran for all... You are not Muhammad. but you are the best husband that Allah has destined for me. And I am not Khadijah "

Finished expressing his heart, although he knew maybe the husband did not hear but he was sure the husband could feel his Love even though not spoken.

Let God convey in his own way.

The release of bolsters from the husband's arms, one hand extended on the bed, then put his head on the husband's hand, for his hand the husband is the most comfortable pillow.

Her eyes closed while hugging Aditya...The beloved husband.