Brotherhood Idaman

The Part 18

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"Abang Fattah's! throw ball"

Ahsan, the white-skinned brother with a thin beard and faint mustache was seen pouring sweat under the overcast sky this afternoon.

Brother Fattah was excited to play basketball with him.

While Laiqa had just finished lifting the clothes that had dried on the clothesline. Notah what makes Ahsan suddenly menubrukan themselves towards him until the brother reflex holding both his arms, as well as clothes clothes that will fall due to a collision that is quite hard.

Their eyes were fixed, deep, and as if the seconds stopped there was only him and the brother. The happy laughing little children, then the shady wind, and the unhinged heart, made her feel more like she was a mother, Ahsan is the father and Abang Fattah is the little boy the fruit of both hearts that is sacred in the marriage contract.

Bruckk..

Now it really fell, really,

To a cold terrace.

Chirp...

Opening the door of the simple house, a long-sighted man was shocked as he said.

"Son, why are you?"

"Umi.. I overslept umi.until it fell from the chair"

Thankfully it was just a dream, she whispered to herself.

The heart that was still not slovenly, immediately returned to normal after Umi rubbed his head gently.

"how pity this soybean child.let's go in, sorry I was sleeping so long open the door.."

****

Cold after the rain on Sunday morning, file scattered and being tidied up a young man in a cocoa suit complete with peci.

Azqila made the initiative to make coffee for her sister-in-law.

Not to forget she put the first cup in front of her husband.

The child is still sleeping, he is shaking.

"Excite..."

"Yes Tea..?"

"Teteh knows an employee who seems to be a good fit for you. Are you planning to get married soon?"

What kind of crazy mind wants everything at this instant right on its will without inserting a subtle prologue.

The sound of coffee that her husband had sucked away slowly disappeared, silent, silent among the three of them. Only a faint smile on Ahsan's face when he heard the words spoken.

"It doesn't seem like a good time.. We know Ahsan will soon be doing service in Aceh there for one year, then now he is busy with the legality of the institution. The thesis is not yet finished, "

"Do not people who are in the spirit of preaching must be helped by the support of a wife in order to focus on achieving the goal, because there are always reminders, hear complaints and find a way out together.. so the foundation of da'wah will be more solid, especially if they are both one spirit"

Ahsan listened carefully to her brother-in-law's words and then looked down.

In the corner of his eyes was like confirming the word his sister-in-law said.

"But it could have been a wife who would have been a barrier to his preaching" Salman said, making Azqila's esophagus stifled.

"Yes if they are not one spirit, and do not want to understand each other. Getting married is not about getting what, but about giving what"

"Umi.." between Salman and then asked him to stand up and pull his hand towards the room, which is now locked tightly.

On the side of the spacious living room, and filled with yellow books inscribed with Arabic letters bald Ahsan put the file that he had previously held onto the table.

He grabbed a pen and a piece of paper.

Something that makes him not good is usually giving birth to a perfect streak.

He began to draw one arrow to another, trying to brainstorm his life, seeing a gap that might be able to be reshuffled into a possibility, or indeed had been firmly standing without being changed again.

Married,

It's not an easy thing

But temptation about women

It is a common thing that always crosses the mind of every man his age.

Although the tendency to say gallantly a readiness has not been seen. But the fear of being tempted by the many women out there is always there. Moreover, the curiosity of what has not been touched is a definite thing, in a man who likes to test his adrenaline like himself.

" What if his soul mate has come?, do you have the right to forbid him to marry before knowing for yourself how his choice, agree to accept taaruf with a letter of my choice or not?"

Azqila came out of the room with high emotions. Salman remained in his character, trying to stabilize his wife patiently.

"Ahsan..so how..? " ask Azqila approaching him.

Ahsan stood with both right and left hands clasping each other in front. He looked down while thinking.

"Who's that, anyway?" ask Salman.

"Later to know when ta'aruf."

Salman clucked then shook his head while sighing.

"Tafadhol Ahsan, what do you think..?" salman asked in a tone of surrender.

"Afwan tea.. simkuring(me ) .."

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