At Dusk in a Small Town
Episode 67 Treat Tired With Prayer
Missing the person that Anajib loves is indeed so draining of energy in his body.
All affect his emotions.
He was well aware of his decision to marry young
to perfect his Din.
Anajib never regretted it, what tormented him for now was a way of dividing his time, between the final and confiscating tasks
time, mind and energy.
On the other side of his heart, he misses his wife, who is forced to live far away from him.
This morning, Anajib and Beni were busy preparing the final draft of the script.
Anajib's move to the "Dosbing" room."
A sense of racing in his chest.
And he should be grateful that everything went well.
There is no revision.
Proud to have a friend like you." BRO." BROTHER."
Beni the best friend recognizes the intelligence that Anajib has.
Okay, guys just wait for graduation.
Now Anajib is busy with applying for scholarships, Univ offers.
The prayer of the Oustad for the son of pride is always granted by the Power.
Next steps to Al Azhar Cairo Egypt.
The same reality as her husband felt.
Dhea Anatasya or Madam Anajippun desperately wants the presence of the person he yearns for.
But dear longing for the sake of his longing must be
it is left unbrimmed.
The meeting that Dhea hopes for now has not been realized. Because the busyness of her husband is required to prioritize the final task.
Likewise, Dhea also had to struggle to complete the final task.
Dhea required patience in completing the final task. Because of dizziness and nausea he should always feel.
You are sick mag kali Dhe.!
Said the sohib. Bilqis often caught Dhea vomiting, sometimes on campus or at work.
Like at the moment.
Lembayung decorate the horizon.
The painting of God looks amazingly beautiful.
An atmosphere that always comforts the heart of a Dhea
difficult to describe by words.
The mood of day to night.
The moments he always waited, to let go of a miss on an Anajib.
It was just a fragment of her shady song.
Which he always remembered wherever Dhea was.
When the break to perform Maghrib prayer arrives.
Dhea always looked to the western horizon.
Where the shade shows off the beauty of the color.
That was enough for Dhea to treat the longing would
an Anajib Putra Ramadhan.
This time Dhea shed her longing tears, and her hands caressed her stomach.
"Mas I miss you."
NOW IT'S.
It's not just me who misses you.
But there is our baby in my womb always
expecting your presence whispered Dhea's heart while stroking her stomach.
"Dhe's hunt, time is very short."
We haven't been looking for food.
Bilqis' voice resuscitated Dhea who was busy discussing with her heart.
"Ready Bill."
Dhea said, then sped up his movements.
He rushed to get water. And soon fulfilled his duty as a servant of the Lord.
After both finished the Maghrib prayer.
Seemed brother Umar came with a tote
plastic crisps are white.
So it looks clear inside the plastic.
Two packs of rice, after near the brother Umar gave to Dhea and Bilqis.
Nihh, there is sustenance for you . Says Brother Umar while giving the white plastic.
"Alhamdulillah."
Dhea and Bilqis.
"Wahhhh again a lot of money nihhh, use the treat show we eat?"
Bilqis asked with a sweet smile.
"Not really, that man is the trust of Annisa's sister."
Said Brother Umar while laughing.
"Okay, TKS, sister to Annisa.!
Said Dhea and Bilqis and passed away leaving Umar who was preparing for prayer.
Umar held up his thumb.
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In his room Anajib really "GEGANA"
RESTLESS THUNDER WRESTLING.
"Where is sighh?"
Every call I ever called never lifted.
This is really what I should punish.
Anajib speaks for himself. Never realized
everything she said was heard by her mother.
Anajib's mother knocked on his son's bedroom door.
Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok's.
Mass...
"Who are you talking to?"
Mom's friend. Her mouth from inside the room.
"Lho hasn't Beni gone home yet?"
She was not satisfied with Anajib's response.
Finally, a handsome face appeared from behind the door. Beni has gone home, Mom.
Najib talked to himself, was going to call a friend.
But his HP is difficult to contact, Najib said at length to give an excuse.
She looked at her proud son.
I'm surprised by you, I like it lately
talk yourself.
Mother said as she passed.
Anajib smiled listening to the protests
the mother. O yes, Mrs Anajib permit mo nginep yes.
The mother who had passed, was forced to approach Anajib with a sense of wonder now the mother asked.
"Is it so busy for you?"
Ask the protesting mother.
It's just a mommy event, it has nothing to do with the task. "But it tends to be Anajib's inner obligation."
Seeing his baby busy pulling out the motor.
Mother reminded me again, "mas you don't permit to father first?"
It is my permission, said Anajib, wearing his helmet. After salim to his mother.
the owner of the handsome face was gas-fired leaving the mother who drove him on the porch.
The darkness of the night he ignored.
Together with prayer he pasperkan his journey to break the silence of the night.
Inside Dhea's room felt her nausea.
Oeekkkk.
Carefully he stepped into the bathroom.
Tonight the nausea has begun to decrease.
He can already sleep.
Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok's.
Heard the door of his room knock from outside.
Dhea got up and sat for a while on the edge of the bed.
dizzy slightly, and his heart was startled staring at the new wall clock showing at 03:00.WIBS.
Doubtful he stepped into the door.
THE CEKREKK..
When the door of her room opened, her husband's face
be in front of him.
"What dream is real?"
Inner Dhea still stands sculpted without a word.
HEIII..
"You didn't tell your husband to come in?"
The voice resuscitated Dhea.
Ehhh, mas. hastily she salim to her husband.
Anajib closed the door and locked it.
Anajib stepped closer to Dhea, wanting her to immediately embrace the body of his wife whom he had left for a month.
Not yet the hand reached Dhea's body.
Suddenly Dhea felt very nauseous.
Oeekkkk.
Dhea stepped towards the bathroom.
Anajib hastily approached for help. But his wife's hand stopped her from signaling that Anajib should not approach.
After spitting out all the food she had eaten Dhea returned to her bed.
Anajib looked worried.
"What are you sick of?"
Now his hands managed to hug the body of the person he missed.
"I'm pregnant."
Dhea said in her husband's arms.
"What.?"
Anajib looked at Dhea's face full of love.
Her heart was so happy, the kiss dear landed
dienging Dhea. As quickly as the lightning kiss had moved down now the lips of the two met.
Very briefly. Dhea pushed her husband's body
again the nausea was felt.
Oeekkkk Oeekkk
The voice was so beautiful in Anajib's ears.
Seeing the approaching Dhea, he stood up and led her.
"I'm sorry, maybe I want to
now?"
Said Dhea feeling guilty staring at the face of her husband who failed to claim his right.
No love, there is still tomorrow.
anajib comforted his wife.
And before long the voice of the morning adhan reverberated
amused both.
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