Lord, Accept My Repentance

Candidate Wife Rangga

Long enough we were in the room until the sound of azan made me move too they, Mama smiled at me while Farhan also just came out of the room with cocoa clothes and sheath.

"Father go pray with Farhan first, Mother let pray here only after that we have lunch together," Mama suggested to my Dad and stepmom.

"No need to Buk, we pray in the mosque and eat out," Dad refused in polite language so as not to make Mama hurt.

"Shew outside? Haha," I murmured with a slight chuckle hearing Father's reasoning.

Mama immediately looked at me followed by the others, I just put on a very bodo face as if nothing had happened.

Eventually, the two of them went from the house in the aftercare with Farhan who was to the Mosque. I walked towards the bathroom to pick up ablution.

Completed the four obligations I had fulfilled, not yet risen from the prayer mats. My mother has entered my room.

"Mama can come in, right?" ask Mama for permission when she went inside first.

I nodded permitting, Mama sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at me who was still sitting on the floor in a prayer mat.

"Sorry, Mama heard the conversation you and Dad and your stepmom" said Mama opened the conversation.

"You know? Allah is forgiving, as long as the servant repents and does not do the same. Masa, we who are just servants can not apologize to each other?

Mama know what you feel, Mama also still remember with anger Mama when your father slapped you at that time.

That doesn't mean it makes Mama revenge. Yes, it's not Mama who felt the slap but Mama can say Mama is not vengeful.

But, as a mother. Never would have accepted and willing his son to be slapped even with his real father once.

God gave us a heart that we might be more tender and compassionate, if the position of Father were Nazwa.

Approximately, will Nazwa not be hurt by Nazwa's speech earlier? In fact, however, Dad still gave a living to Nazwa.

The problem is that Dad who does not ask permission will get married, yes, he is not wrong. A father does not need to ask his son for permission.

However, it is a child who needs the pleasure and blessing of his Father and Mother. Because the blessing of parents means the blessing of God.

No need to take revenge with anyone, make peace and accept the situation as well as reality. Nazwa's not a kid anymore, is he?

So ... Mama thinks Nazwa can and understands what Mama said, forgive and accept Dad while still having time.

Because death is a mystery. Don't let Nazwa regret losing Father without saying that Nazwa forgave him" Mama told me to keep me down.

Mama was silent while I was deep in understanding Mama's words, the rubbing of the head from Mama's hand made me instantly shed tears.

"Eat first, yuk!" take Mama and I nod without looking at Mama.

I'm a cruel child to my own parents, as if I were acting the most hurt in the world. With a hardened heart, you don't want to forgive.

Who me? No one, God alone can forgive His servants who sometimes make mistakes.

Why can't I? Yes, it's true I'm just a human being. So, obviously if you can't forgive like God.

However, what's wrong with studying and what I want to forgive is not a stranger. Rather, the person who because he exists also has me.

'Bismillah, yes, God, ' my mind wants to start everything with a new leaf.

Ring the prayer equipment and put it back as before, get out of the room and walk towards the kitchen.

Mama got out of my room first, Mama greeted me with a smile and I returned that smile.

There was already Farhan as well, we ended up eating together. As the rice was about to enter my mouth, the knock on the door distracted us.

"Let Nazwa, please" cut me up quickly and wash my hands first.

Chequek!

I opened the door and it made me a little surprised but I didn't really show it, "Please come in" I said, letting someone come.

Bang Rangga came along with the woman he seemed to have told us about last night.

A woman with a veil on her head is also awake. Maa Syaa Allah, very perfect and very suitable.

In fact, surely Mama will give blessing directly to them see the appearance of the woman.

Mama greeted the woman kindly, Mama invited her to eat together.

I just smile with a lip, keep smiling even though some words I do not understand their discussion.

My friend tidied the table this time differently, not anymore Farhan but the woman brought by Bang Rangga. Rose name.

"I guess you're Rangga's sister too" said Mawar. He just got the wiping part of the table while I washed the dirty dishes.

"No, I'm just hitching a ride here," I said frankly glancing at her at a glance then refocused on the laundry.

"Why are you accepted? Shouldn't a woman who isn't a one-stop mahram with a foreign man? Especially in the long term, has RT or RW no one reprimanded you like this?" the question sounds like I don't like my existence.

I washed my hands and put down the things I had held, staring at him who was standing while leaning on the chair.

"Continue, why? What's the problem with you?" tanyaku crossed his chest staring coldly at him.

"Yes, sure. I became a little afraid to accept Rangga, because it could be him and you there is nothing later," explained himself without feeling that his speech was too presumptuous.

The hand that was on my chest let go, I clenched tightly. I want to teach this woman in front of me a lesson.

But I can't possibly do it. She is the woman of Bang Rangga worship, I will later get problems and hatred from this family.

I turned my body and resumed the task that had been interrupted because of his actions, there was no point also I had the woman.

Finished with work, hands that still feel wet I put on the clothes I wear. Walk along with the rose to the middle room.

"We're going straight to the office?" tanya Bang Rangga looked at the Mawar who was given a nod.

I just threw away the sight of their interaction, for some reason I didn't like the Roses a little.

Whether you don't like it because of its nature or because what he advises is true, isn't it good for a woman to live under one roof with a man who is not her mahram?