HIDAYAH TO THE MAFIA.

DIVORCE PAPERS.

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Ibn ‘Abbas –radhiyallahu ‘anhuma– says, “Allah commands the faithful to be patient when something makes them angry, replying with kindness if something makes them ignorant, and forgive when something makes it ugly. If every servant does this kind of thing, God will protect him from the interference of Satan and will subdue his enemies. Even the originally hostile can be his close friend because of this kind of good behavior.”

And Ibn Kathir rahimahullah said, “But the one who is able to do like this is the one who has patience. Because to repay those who hurt us with kindness is a hard thing for every soul.”

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Arsyad seemed confused to respond to the news of her sister's pregnancy. Because the facial expression between happy and sad. It made Ibrahim seem to understand what he was thinking. As a brother, he wanted to see his sister happy. But as a child he also wanted to be devoted to his parents. Hence he could not possibly let his parents' murderers go free without being held responsible for their deaths. So it is only natural that Arsyad is currently in a dilemma.

"Son, are you all right?" Ask Ibrahim. While patting Arsyad's shoulder, when he saw he who seemed to be drifting in his daydream. He did not even know that the doctor who had spoken to them had left.

"Eh! I-iya Kyai, I'm fine!" The touch of Arsyad, which immediately awoke from his daydream. "Well, where's the doctor Kyai?" He asked, because he only realized that the doctor was not in his place at first.

"Huh! Why are you sober now, son? The doctor had been gone since. That's why you don't daydream, son," replied the Kiyai, as he shook his head.

"Eh, sorry Kyai, it was me..." Arsyad said as he scratched his non-itchy head. But his words were cut off by Ibrahim.

"Here you go, son, let's go to Hidayah's room," asked Ibrahim, as he began to step into Hidayah's ward.

"Aahs... Well, Kyai," replied Arsyad, who finally followed the steps of his great teacher. And when they had reached the entrance of Hidayah's room, suddenly Arshad stopped Ibrahim's steps, holding his hand.

"Wait a minute Kyai," he said with a face that looked slightly hesitant.

"What's up, son?" Ibrahim looked curious.

"Hm... That's Kyai, hum... Are we gonna tell Nisah about the husband who's suing for divorce?" Tanya Arshad looked doubtful.

"Of course, son. Of course we have to tell him. That is peace" replied Ibrahim.

"But Kyai, doesn't that matter? I mean at this time, Nisah's state is weak. So I was afraid that this news would make the situation worse" asked Arsyad again, seeming to be a little worried about his sister's condition.

Then Ibrahim opened the door of his ward. And it turned out to be true, if at that time Hidayah seemed to be waiting for their arrival. For it was clear from his eyes that it sparkled when he saw the coming of Abraham and Arshad.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said the two after seeing Hidayah's face.

"Wa'alaikumus salam warahmatullahi wabarakatu. Alhamdulillah, finally Ustadz and Abang came too. Why is Nisah in the hospital? And where's Richard?" Hidayah asked, looking impatient to hear an answer from them.

"Patience Nak, one-on-one dong. But all right, Kyai will answer the first question huh?" Reply to Ibrahim, and was immediately called quickly by Hidayah. "First, why are you here, it's because you were unconscious at the funeral. That's why we took you to the hospital. And it turns out that when you were examined by a doctor, you were pregnant, son," she continued. And Hidayah's eyes spontaneously rounded perfectly when he heard about her pregnancy.

"Eh! Is Kyai, Ana pregnant?" He wanted to make sure again that his hearing was not wrong.

"Yes, you want to get pregnant. Congratulations son, barakallah... At last you will become a mother" replied Ibrahim, sharing his gentle smile, as his trademark.

"Alhamdulillah... Thank you God. Thank you for entrusting me, for this trust" said Hidayah, full of haru. Then for a moment he rubbed his stomach that looks still flat. "Thank you Kyai" he continued, with a look still on his stomach that he was wiping. It looks like he's so happy and Haru. Until he forgot the other question. At last Arshad opened his voice.

"Congratulations Dek, congratulations on your pregnancy" said Arsyad. And immediately Hidayah remembered the incident at the funeral. Her husband was taken away by several police officers.

"Thank you Bang. Then can you please drop Brother's demands on Nisah's husband? Because right now Nisah needs Him very much, Bang. Please, please unplug it," asked Hidayah, as he clenched his hands together. With eyes that look wet.

Hearing the plea from his younger brother Arsyad, he turned to his teacher, as if to ask for his opinion. The understanding Ibrahim immediately turned his eyes to an envelope that was held by Arsyad. Then he nodded his head once as a gesture, for Arsyad to hand the envelope to his sister.

"Dek, before you ask Brother to withdraw my demands.You should read this letter first deck. It's from your husband" Arsyad said gently. He handed the brown envelope to Hidayah.

"From Richard's?" Said Hidayah, sounding soft. And he took the envelope. Then he opened it and took out a white sheet of paper from the envelope. After that, he read it straight away.

"Divorce letter?!" Sentak Hidayah looked surprised. And immediately his body returned weak and soon after, his body drooped on his bed.

"Nice!"

"Astaghfirullah Hidayah!" Ibrahim and Arsyad at the same time.