Gusku My Husband (YES ROBB, Forgive Me Who Stirred Love - YOU. )

ch. 103. This world is indeed the stage of the play of his greatness

Allohu Akbar ...Allohu Akbar. Both are ready to pray. The face of Alloh Sang Akbar.

Allohu Akbar's.

Let's for a moment we dongkakkan broad sky face.often simple and without defects. Like the sun watching the earth.

In the predetermined circular line or we imagine the endless ocean waters, in the sea of Jabarud ke-akbaranNYA.

Many human beings are immersed in the tone of his love. They prostrate themselves to be holy and filial. Crazy overwhelmed by the endless ecstasy of the heart.

What is this grandeur that drives all of that???

This world is indeed a stage play from his episcopate. Every play from the players. It must be in accordance with the existing script and code of ethics.

Create a melodrama of thousands of stories. We can't afford to lose it or we'll be deported and replaced with new, better players. With the changing times and the circulation of time.

Every time we enter the Adhan to pray.every human being learns to melt his ego into one to the all-ego substance that we know that HE is not

egoistic.

Allohu.

We know robb. Our prostration in every segment of prayer always with lafadz Allohu akbar.

As if THOU wouldst teach us to enter into THY wisdom, so that our lives are covered in amazement for the amazement of the infinite breadth of MU's perfection.

Our hearts tremble again feel the magnitude of your might. We welcome your call, Akbar. We want YOU to purify us by being Holy to MU.

We are only human beings whose nature we do not exist. Only YOU

yes alloh, the Maha Akbar is there.

Allohu.

We were amazed at MU yah akbar. You are the "AKBAR" .You are the great love, the great will be the tenderness, the great with forgiveness, the great with beauty even the great with love.

We rest, prostrate to MU.learn to learn to back our faith to MU. Sometimes our days are filled with warnings to other than MU.

Where "we became great ourselves, our work became Akbar, our idol became Akbar, our property became Akbar, our position became Akbar even our heart lovers also participated so Akbar".

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Gus Jalal is riding his motorcycle. Riding the alap alap samber wind, the name of his favorite motorcycle. Explore the expanse of the highway that sometimes cornering sometimes also hole hole the road. Decorate a smile with the hot sun that began to lean toward the west, although the heat still feels stinging the body.

Jalal \= "We take a detour yes ndoro."

Nadia \= "So hot."

Gus Jalalpun took a detour. Not long. Kira's 45 minutes. He's reached the fork in the road. Take a break and stop at the ice shop.

Jalal \= "We drink first ndoro!"

Nadia \= "Gus scorn."

Jalal \= "Drink ice with what is es oyen ndoro?"

Nadia \= "Es oyen only."

"Es oyen each ice with a pack" said Gus Jalal to the shop owner.

Nadia \= "Indeed why stop here gus?"

Jalal \= "Mau ziaroh first ndoro."

Nadia \= "Ziaroh? whose grave would want a ziarohi?"

Jalal \= (smiling).

Den Mas Nice, a voice heard someone calling to him. When you look, look

"How are you doing with Mas Bagus" said the old man.

"Alhamdulillah pangestunipun cake. Sae sedoyone." replied Gus Jalal while greeting the old man earlier.

Jalal \= "Ndoro.this is the caretaker of the public tomb in this village."

The grandfather smiled while nodding his head. Neng Nadia replied with a smile on her lips.

Keyword \= "It just so happens that den Mas Bagus. Makbaroh mbaknya I cleaned. The grass on top of the makbarohnya has also been grandfather to leave everything."

Jalal \= "Lho. Alloh Karim."

Keyword \= "lho, why den mas?"

Jalal \= "Catian grass cake."

Keyword \= "Ha ha ha..you there is only den mas."

Jalal \= "Yes if you may ask for help. Grass that grows on makbarohnya mbak Nila should not be removed. Leave it.later if long, just cut the cake. Don't pull it out."

Keyword \= "Oowwwh injih den mas. Grandpa doesn't know eg."

Yes it's cake. Good to go first, titip ndoro putri njih kek" said Gus Jalal. While listening to the old grandfather. His hands salted by slipping cigarettes storehouse of red kretek salt along with money 50 thousand in small fold.

"assalammu'alaikum"

Keyword \= "wa'alaikum greetings."

Nadia \= "Emang is makbaroh who's kek?"

Keyword \= "Ooowwwwhhhh.it mbak Nila neng. Nila's mother was the daughter of amen sir. The house is at the end of it (while pointing in a direction)."

Nadia \= (smile only).

Keyword \= "Den mas nice is a good person. Don't be hurt, neng. Cassian she is."

Nadia \= "Good? mean grandpa?"

Then, the grandfather tells the journey of love Nila Nihayah with gus jalal. The twists of his love romance. Which used to be famous if it will soon be applied by gus Jalal. Until the end, the death of Nila that left a trace of sadness is very deep in the heart of Jalal. Neng Nadia's eyes began to look glassy, as sadness seemed to ambush her arrived.

Keyword \= "Once the story neng.please, Den mas Bagusnya in guard yes. Don't get hurt?"

Nadia \= "Cake clean."

Keyword \= "Yes already, grandfather said to go home first. Say hello to den mas Bagusnya. Assalammu'alaikum."

Nadia \= "Check rice...Wa'Alaikum salam Warohmatulloh."

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