Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??
Burhan
Amid the rift between doctors Malik and Rose.
It seems that God has other plans to make them have more courage to understand each other's love.
When the Rose phase wants to heal his heart, God seems to accidentally meet the Rose with a man who looks more everything than the doctor Malik.
Will Rose's heart be able to forget Malik's doctor and stretch out his hand to grasp the new love...??.
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"Buk Roses want to walk first yes the same Fatimah, just around the complex, fatimah tired do not want to stay home.?" said Rose swinging Fatimah in his hand.
"Heart yes.", said Sister Lastri folding her favorite face after the prayer dhuha, the face of the hand stitching Rose combined with her hand embroidery which she had long desired.
"Assalammualaikum", said Rose kissing the back of Mbak Lastri's hand.
"Walaikumsalam" said Pastri kissing Fatimah's forehead.
"Ayooo we walk the road dear...!!, you like it..???, uwhhh whose child is this.??" exclaimed the Rose as he walked out of the house.
Roses walk down the complex streets.
He enjoyed every second of the breath that God had left on him.
He arranged his heart to forget his pain because he remembered Malik's doctor.
There's no reason I'm moody, God still loves me to this day, there are more unlucky people out there than I am
The rose smiled as it looked at Fatimah in her carriage.
Fatimah is getting adorable and beautiful.
At the age of 4 months Rose tried to wear a hijab on Fatimah to find out the reaction of fatimah will hijab, and, it is unexpected that since then Fatimah did not even show that she felt uncomfortable and was even accustomed to her hijab.
"Assalammualaikum Roses, the road is the same Fatimah.??.", exclaimed a neighbor in front of his yard.
"Walaikumsalam ibuk, yaa nih buk Fatimah saturated at home" said Mawar continue his way down the streets of the complex.
Suddenly Rose steps stopped at the edge of the park.
"What is it.??" said the Rose looking towards the middle of the park area.
The rose was slightly interested in the sight before him.
He sat on the garden chair while smiling several times to see the scene in front of him.
Seen a man his age is teaching children to teach in the middle of the park area.
What attracted the Rose was the way the man taught.
How to teach more focus on children's interest in nature and the environment, interspersed with learning while playing they look happy in learning.
"Sister..??, yuk play..!!", exclaimed a girl pulled the hand of Rose and invited her to play with them.
"Ehhh yesaa yes", exclaimed the Rose continues to be pulled towards the place of the other children.
The rose stopped because it almost hit a man in front of it.
"Astagfirullah, sorry mas, I accidentally, my focus to all of them", cried Rose immediately lowered his gaze and held Fatimah.
"Sorry sister", exclaimed the girl who pulled the hand of Rose until it almost hit the man's body.
"It's okay, baby, there you play again, while memorizing what was taught by you.??", exclaimed the man squatting and calming the foster child.
"Memorized dong kak, Arabic Tree ⁇ 0 ⁇ , leaves ⁇ ⁇ , flowers ⁇ , etc...??, what else is it sis.???" he said while remembering the lesson earlier.
The man and the Rose smiled.
"Pinter ...!!, let's ask another friend, let alone one you forgot" said the man.
"Each sister", he cried while running towards his friend who was also playing and learning Arabic from nature.
The man then looked at the smiling Rose looking at the behavior of the child who was playing and learning in front of him.
He did not realize that he liked the rose in his first glance.
He continued to look at the simple, graceful and beautiful girl before him.
Until the rose was realized being looked at by the man in front of him.
Suddenly, the Rose looked down and felt ashamed.
"Astagfirullah Sorry, presumptuously I look at people's wives" said the man considers that the Rose is married and the child he carries is his son.
"It's okay" said Rose turned her gaze to the child beside her.
"Include me Burhan, their foster parents" Burhan said.
"I am Roses..., and what do you mean foster parents.?" said Rose wonder, because it is impossible with his young age to have so many adopted children.
"I have a halfway house, it's kind of a home for children who are left behind by their parents, so I'm their foster parents" Burhan explained.
The rose was stunned.
Amazingly a young man could think this noble, muttered Rose in his heart began to feel admiration for the figure of the man he had just met a few minutes ago.
"This is the child of the Rose..??" said Burhan trying to invite chat Fatimah who is very calm in the sling of the Rose.
"Yeah, this is my son" said Rose without fear of being far from a mate, as long as a man can accept the Rose as it is, he will not dispute the status of Fatimah as an adopted child or his biological child.
Suddenly the children together ran towards Burhan.
"Sister...!!, we have memorized the Arabic name of the plant here.!!", exclaimed the excited child.
"Masyaaallah is very smart.., yes, we continue our lesson later yes, now we go home" said Burhan with a very caring attitude towards his foster children.
"I am also very pleased" said the Rose, stepping out from before them.
A tiny hand clasped the Rose's hand.
"Sister, go home with us yes, we go together", a foster child Burhan cried to Rose.
The rose smiled and didn't seem to mind.
"Ayokkk" said Mawar holding the boy's hand, making Burhan smile at the motherly attitude of the Rose.
"Sister.!!, sholawatan yuk.!!", exclaimed a boy holding Burhan's hand.
"Ayokk, we walk while sholawat" Burhan said to make children more excited.
Roses were also happy as if he was also a foster child from Burhan who waited for other excitement during their trip home.
...Yes Prophet Salam ’Alaika...
...Yes Apostle Salam ’Alaika...
...Yes Habib Salam ’Alaika...
...Sholawatullah ’Alaika's...
...Asyroqol Badru ’Alaina...
...The Fakhtafat Minhul Buduruu...
...Mitsla Husnik Maa Ro’aina...
...Khottu Ya Wajha...
...Allah Yes Prophet Salam ’Alaika...
...Yes Apostle Salam ’Alaika...
...Yes Habib Salam ’Alaika...
...Sholawatullah ’Alaika's...
...Anta Syamsun Anta Badrun's...
...Anta Nuurun Fauqo...
...Anta Iksiru Wagholi…...
...Anta Misbahus Shuduri's...
...Yes Prophet Salam ’Alaika...
...Yes Apostle Salam ’Alaika...
...Yes Habib Salam ’Alaika...
...Sholawatullah ’Alaika's...
...Yes Habibi Yes Muhammad...
...Yes ’Arusal Khofiqoini...
...Yes Muayyad Ya Mumajaad...
...Yes Imamal Qiblataini...
Shalawat songs sounded echoed along the road, even Rose fell asleep as if he imagined himself still in pesantren owned by Pak Kyai Usman.
The rose was in front of the gate of his house.
Roses as if not willing to be together with the child of the child will end this short.
"Mas Burhan and the children did not stop by first.??" said Rose offering them a place to rest for a moment.
"Thank you Roses, next time, we'll excuse you, assalammualaikum" Burhan said, continuing his steps and continuing to stay with the children.
Roses only take a moment to judge a man's personality.
And to the Rose, Burhan is the perfect man.
With all the splendor and worldly pleasures, he dedicates himself only to children whose parents do not even expect.
Not just one child, not even dozens of children.
At a time when he could still enjoy worldly pleasures he instead pursued pleasures and rewards for his afterlife.
The perfect man in the eyes of the Rose.
The man who with his prowess can destroy the solidity of the mountain instead he uses to grow new shoots in need.
The rose took a deep breath and passed into his house.
