Imram And Arul And My Solid Team

Chapters 122. The Harshest Punishment of My Life.

In the car I kept crying, my tears kept flowing as if there was no dryness of these tears kept flowing, the sadness was very deep, the pain was excruciatingly tormenting my soul and soul, he said, it is fitting that these eyes every day always blink at the bottom of the eyelids for a month more, it turns out this is a sign that I will lose someone who is very valuable to me, someone who continues to always support me, even though I always let her down, even Dad has left me for good, I still let her down, I haven't even apologized to her, My father has left me.

Regret is always behind, if time can change, I will obey even if I have to sacrifice my own happiness. I'm such a useless kid who only brought grief to my father who loved me so much, and cared for me.

My father always defended me, even though I lived with a material shortage. Far away from my sister living too much, but my father never wanted me to work like a waiter in my sister's house.

Dad would always call me to accompany him to watch in the living room, and my sister and her maid were busy in the kitchen. If we meet at sister's house.

Even my sister gave birth to my mother telling me to wash the rest of my sister's blood on her clothes. My father wouldn't let me, and had my sister's husband call my sister's maid.

Even I was angry with Dad's sister, because I helped pick vegetables but the wrong way to pluck them in the kitchen, when my sister and I helped to cook in the kitchen, when we met at his house. Dad immediately scolded his sister.

Why did he tell me, ? if my son doesn't know, and Dad calls me to watch him back, he always shows me how much Dad cares about me, even though I live with difficult economic circumstances, even though my own choices, are, It doesn't make Dad less affectionate towards me.

Dad always gave me self-esteem in the middle of people who underestimate me, even my two sisters did not want to help me financially, even though I asked. Because at that time my husband was just an intern with a salary of 600,000. In a small factory, while the sister owns a large tool shop, which has many people, Although they are struggling with treasures, my two sisters really do not have a taste of kasian to me. The treasure of so many trials for humans who love it so much. Even my two sisters

even asking me to shop in the market, buy clothes, and others but not buying me, even for a hundred thousand dollars, is very difficult for them to give.

I feel like I don't have a sister who cares about me, only tears that I can count on for all that pain, 'cause what right I'm angry about, that's my sister's right 'cause it's their treasure.

I also work on my Uncle Expedition, with a small salary only used up for pulses and gasoline, because of the many Notes that want to be charged. For five years of work there was no savings, instead blame me, and my father always defended me, if I didn't have any savings because the salary he gave me was very small. Dad kept defending me.

Finally I decided to independently open a business selling cement, in the capital acquaintance at the port which included a cement distributor in the area of the city that I live in, and my uncle knows, and bring his wife's family to replace me, even good-bye was not there, even scolding me why I was still in his house I should have left.

I never set foot in Uncle's house again.

Why treasure has always been the wall of the family.

A treasure is precious to those who love him so much.

Now the memories of how good my father always helped me, even though Dad had persuaded me to marry an established person, even though he was twice as old as me, Because you don't want to see me in trouble, you love me and love me so much.

It is only regret that remains in this heart, though my husband is very kind and patient, but I made him suffer, by living with me.

I know the Almighty hates the word if and if only, despises the despairing. For Allah is ever forgiving and merciful, as long as His servant repents and realizes his guilt, Allah will always forgive His servant, and will open many other doors, as long as man does not give up and trust in Him.

At this time only prayers and apologies to Father are always in the heart, and ask for forgiveness and repentance to Allah SWT, for this very great mistake I made.

At this time my two sisters had changed a little, my two sisters began to appreciate me, at this time their efforts were in the big test, too, and they are in the stage of rebuilding their business back on another path.

But I'm sure my two sisters can get through it, because the soul of the business is attached to them, so the word rose from the slump Insha Allah quickly they to reach back.

The rest of me who can no longer live with a heavy burden of mind, for big business, although still the intention to become a rich person in the afterlife, but I still choose to live according to my ability, but I still choose to live according to my ability, and as much as possible to help others who are more in need, because a good human being and in love with the Almighty, is a human who benefits other humans and their surroundings.And always grateful even though life is lacking.

My nature, which cannot bear to see the distress of others, is the nature of my father that I have.

having a calm heart and happy to see someone in distress arise from his distress, although our help can only be in accordance with our abilities, but have a sense of happiness that is so comfortable in the heart, cold in the heart. To see a sad face come back cheerful was an immeasurable sense of happiness.

The car continued to run through the city, hours - Jan had passed even tens - tens of hours, so far away, in the car for over twenty hours, only stopped to eat twice, so far, even though I had no appetite anymore, my husband kept persuading me to have a little bit of it in my stomach.

Some of my cell phone rang, but I was still away from home, even late in the afternoon I had not arrived, while Dad had to be buried.

I really can't see Dad's body even though for the last time, it's the toughest punishment for me, which never made my Dad happy who always stood up for me, loved me and loved me.

The night I arrived at Dad's house, the luxury car was very much lined up to fill the road, the family of Father and Mother almost everyone who was.

Why is this heart so calm, where is all this sadness, ?

Why do tears not come out of these two eyelids. ?

Why is this heart so calm and peaceful.?

Why do I feel like my father didn't die.?

I kept going in even

Why should I smile at the guest, who looks at me annoyed.

Why is there no sadness emanating from these two eyes.?

Even sitting next to Mama, I was just looking at a picture of Dad, and the cynical look of Dad's brothers looking at me, who was not sad.

My father loved me so much, he didn't let me cry. My father right now must have been near me hugging me tightly, finally this heart is so peaceful and serene.

I even begged in my heart.

"Dad I beg Dad, let me cry Daddy"

But why are these tears, completely unwilling to come out, this restless heart why is it so comfortable and calm.

And why doesn't everyone look sad, even my mom and my sister are always smiling.

I'm sure my Father is a very good man, I'm sure my Father is a lover of God, at this time I'm very happy at the Almighty SIDE. Insha'allah. Amin YRA 🤲🤲.

The house is always crowded come many relatives, friends Dad always come read Surah Al-fatihah father, and other verses. Even the mosque is always crowded, when the mother asks for help from Mr. Imam to ask his congregation to read Surah Al Fatihah's father.

Until Mr. Imam was surprised, Why the mosque is always crowded and crowded people come, and want to also read the Surah Al-fatihah and other Quran readings.

Though not usually the mosque is very crowded, everyone's heart is moved to pray for Dad, even his family who is less able. has been a week does not want to go home, want to really stay to pray for Father, Father, they say Dad always helps them when in trouble. Dad always came to their house asking if there was any money or rice. Father is a very generous human figure.

Even on the day of his death, the person who passed the street around my house that was all four lanes was completely jammed, over a hundred cars, motorcycles lined up filled all the streets, all the way around, until people think that the son of the regent may be the one who married.

The Almighty really loves you Dad, even my sister said when Dad's body was carried by ambulance, a meter of rain in front of the car and behind the car did not touch the car, even lightning lined up as power lines accompanied the speeding ambulance, lined up by the roadside, but all the hearts in the car were amazed and amazed, even Dad was buried, the ground was childish, continue to soar high in everyone's witness and the Imam just said. Look at the good man.His burial ground keeps growing and soaring up.

My father was a very good father, not just to his family, but to everyone around him

I'm sorry your son's Dad, I wish you happiness and peace there.

I also pray in my heart.

"O Allah is Thankful for loving my Father and God willing to give me a place

the most beautiful next to you, O Allah. Forgive my Father's sins and forgive my Father's great sins, O God, I beg Forgive God. Losing my Father forever is the toughest punishment for me O God, I beg Forgive Me O Allah .AmIn YRA 🤲🤲🤲"

Right now I've lost Dad, and this is the toughest punishment of my life. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Seriate.