HEAVEN LOVE IN BISMILLAH

NEW SHOP

"Air, hayuuuk..." Rengek Zahrana is so spoiled.

"But, Brother." looked doubtful on Ajis's face.

That day, Zahrana invited her husband to visit the burning stall that Ajis had previously occupied, and has now turned into a small shophouse after several months of rebuilding work by the landowner.

The owner had contacted Ajis a few days ago to ask him about whether he would be willing to occupy the shophouse again or not. Incidentally, Zahrana who heard her husband's conversation with the owner of the stall over the phone, immediately insisted on asking Ajis to agree to it.

Actually Ajis objected. The cost of renting the shophouse per year is quite large for him. Not to mention for the capital of purchasing goods later.

"Should not need to use money Adik for business capital Abang. Brother has spent a lot of money so far for our needs, even for the Brother family as well..." Ajis said it looks bad for Zahrana's sacrifice.

Zahrana grabbed her husband's hands and looked him in the eyes with a million feelings. "Abangs... It's for our future..." His words tried to persuade and convince Ajis.

"But, Brother..."

"Try to understand, brother... Just as Abang believed in Zahra, Zahra believed in Zahra, too... God willing, husband of the world and his hereafter Zahrana Habibah Marwan..." Zahrana was so sure of his hope.

Ajis smiled at Zahrana's words. He pulled Zahrana's body into his arms. "Thank you, Brother... I promise you, you will never disappoint my sister..." Her speech.

"Now we go there... No more rejection..." Zahrana

Ajis nodded too.

"Smile.." pinta Zahrana was spoiled, as she pulled the two cheeks of her husband.

Not only smiling, Ajis even to the point of chuckling because of Zahrana's cheerful and jolly treatment. His wife was indeed smart to make him often blushed, even his face was ripe sao color was made red.

"Bismillah..." Say them while praying in each other's hearts.

After riding a few minutes on his motorcycle, Ajis and Zahrana arrive at the location. A pair of Ajis eyes stared in amazement at the new building before him. At first glance, his dense and crowded stall building first, back dancing in his eye pelupuk. His eyes glazed over remembering that.

Zahrana who understood how her husband was feeling, immediately she gently rubbed Ajis shoulder. "Abangs... What passes, let it pass..." Her words calmed her husband's heart.

"Yes, Brother... My brother only remembers..." Sahut Ajis while blinking his eyes repeatedly, so that the tears that pooled it did not come out.

"If so, let's go in brother... Wak Haji Syahril must have been waiting for us inside..." Take Zahrana impatiently.

Ajis nodded as he followed the steps of his wife who pulled her arm tightly into the shophouse.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Say them almost simultaneously.

"Wa'alaikumussalam..." Sahut a middle-aged man from inside the shop. "Ajis... How are you?" Ask him as he approaches and shakes Ajis' hand.

"Alhamdulillah, Wak Hajj... I'm kind. How about Wak Haji, Wak?" Sahut Ajis while asking the news of the owner of the shop.

"Alhamdulillah, Jis, I'm good too... Let's get in..." Said he let Ajis enter the shophouse.

Ajis by holding Zahrana's hand, immediately entered following the steps of Wak Haji Syahril.

"This is your wife, huh, Jis?" Ask her.

"Yes, Wak... This is Dik Zahra, my wife." Angguk Ajis introduced his wife to the middle-aged man before him.

"Davril, Wak..." Said Zahrana introducing herself while clenching both of her palms.

Wak Haji Syahril nodded and slightly smiled welcoming Zahrana's introduction.

"Thank God, Wak... I was lucky, and I thought, there is no man as lucky as me in this world..." Ajis said smilingly looking at his wife's cheerful face.

Wak Haji Syahril mangut-mangut hear the confession of Zahrana's husband. He was so moved to see the couple in front of him at that moment.

"So, when are you gonna start waiting for this shophouse, Jis?" Ask Wak Haji.

Ajis.

"Fastly, Wak... If you can, tomorrow morning..." Said Zahrana. She knew that her husband was still reluctant to decide.

"Sister!" Seru Ajis looked surprised at Zahrana's reply.

"Remember..." Crop Zahrana like he doesn't want to lose.

"But that's too soon, sister..."

"When else, brother? We've got a mutual agreement between the two sides, haven't we, Wak?" Zahrana's remarks led to Wak Haji Syahril asking for support.

"That's fine, son Zahra... Anyway, what else are you waiting for, Jis?" Wak Haji justifies Zahrana's speech.

"It's not so, Wak... I haven't even shopped, and I haven't paid a damn to my boss where I work since this stall burned down, Wak... I feel bad for him..." Ajis.

Wak Haji was afraid to hear Ajis' explanation, maybe he can understand it.

"That's all manageable, brother... Today you can also meet the master Abang. The day after tomorrow, Zahra has to go to the set." Zahrana. That time, Wak Haji Syahril turned to Zahrana.

"Son Zahra's going to play a movie?" Ask her.

"No, Wak... Just writing a screenplay, and just looking at the story..." Answer Zahrana.

"Owh is..." The lips of Wak Haji Syahril were rounded in response to Zahrana's speech. "That's your husband and wife's decision, while the agreement between us is clear. I hope this cooperation will remain well preserved, and whatever goods you sell here, sweet selling should be..."

"Aamiin..." Welcome Ajis and Zahrana simultaneously.

After finishing their business, Wak Haji Syahril left the key to the shophouse to Ajis, then went first from there and let the couple more freely look around and fight against each other.

"Alhamdulillah... Finally..." Zahrana said with a big smile, expanding on her thin lips.

"Sweetie happy?" Ajis asked as he wrapped his arms around Zahrana's stomach.

Zahrana. "Hopefully after this all got better again huh, brother... After filming was completed, Zahra wanted to focus on her. Zahra wants to stop writing first, and Zahra wants to join the program that is in accordance with our original plan." His word.

Ajis kissed the head of Zahrana, which was just below his chin. He was so happy to see such sincerity on his wife's face.

Lord... Don't be jealous of my wife... Really, I love him because of you...

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