Love At the End of Ramadan

Chapter 21. Arman's Regret

Assalamualaikum..

Assalamualaikum...

The greeting sentence spoken by an imam in this mosque is a sign that has been fulfilled perfectly the two rakaat they established. Continued with dhikr and prayer, worshipers of the Fajr prayer service look so solemn in the breaths of love to praise the Supreme Grasper of life. Praise the majesty and compassion He has given in this eternal life.

Allah created an air that His servants could breathe freely to be the source of their lives. He entrusts the heart, lungs, brain, liver, kidneys, and all that is in the human body as well as one of the forms of God's love for His creatures. And to hasten to fulfill His call through the reverberating Adhan, is one of the ways of mankind to be grateful for all the favors that have been given.

Kirana bowed in reverence, dissolving in her prayers and prayers. Asking for the life he lived, always in blessing. Not only in the world but also in eternal life.

Today, exactly fourteen days Kirana lived in the residence of Rama. During these fourteen days, he was preoccupied with activities that nuanced worship. Fasting, tarawih, learning to teach and dive directly into various kinds of religious social activities. Sharing ta'jil and sharing sahur are routine agenda of mosque teenagers who are around the residence of Rama. No doubt, in a short time the name Kirana is known as a friendly, sociable and likes to share by people around this place.

Kirana rubbed her face after she finished raising her hand to raise all that became her request to the Khalik. Showing gratitude because he can taste what is the pleasure of faith even at an age that is quite mature. But the words of Umi Aisyah and Rama are always remembered. It is never too late to repent and emigrate. As long as life remains in the body, Kirana always believes that God will accept her repentance.

Feeling quite fondly with the Khalik through the prayers and dhikr that he chanted, Kirana finally chose to rise from her position of influence. The woman then began to leave the inner area of the mosque to rush back to Rama's residence.

The moon's face is fully rounded in the sky canvas after dawn prayers. The atmosphere that previously sounded so boisterous now slowly decayed. Replaced by the sound of love verses from behind a surau that sounds so touching.

Kirana sits alone on a park bench that is the corner of her favorite place in the residence of Rama. Inhaled air before morning that feels soothing this. Drain coolness, freshness and comfort to penetrate the heart. Making a new energy supply to start the day that he believes will bring him together with the happiness he has been looking for.

"Roman!"

The baritone voice that sounded from behind her back, made Kirana turn towards the source of the voice. Rama came closer to him.

"Yes Ram? What's up?"

Rama swung his legs. He also landed his butt on a park bench next to a bench occupied by Kirana.

"So when, can I meet with your parents to propose to you?"

After seven days Rama expressed his heart and during that time Kirana tried to find answers to what he had to do, he said, in the end Kirana chose to welcome Rama's feelings and began to build a future commitment with Rama.

However, whenever Rama questioned when he could meet his parents, the woman seemed to be stricken by the immortality. He was afraid that Rama would change his mind if he knew how his family's true condition.

"Ram, it doesn't seem like this anytime soon. I'm not ready."

Rama. "Not ready? Didn't I ever say that I don't want to be in a relationship too long, Ran? I want to immediately justify you so that what we do can be worth worship and reward."

Kirana's voice choked was unable to continue her speech. The water on the woman's face suddenly changed. Until making one crystal clear circle escaped from the corner of his eye.

Rama was surprised by the condition of Kirana who suddenly shed tears.

"Ran's? What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly crying? Are there any words from me that offend you?"

Kirana shook her head. "No Ram, absolutely not. I'm just afraid that if you find out about my family, you change your mind and step back. I-I come from a broken home family, Ram. My dad cheated and my mom got depressed."

Rama was surprised by what Kirana said. It turns out that during this time Kirana looks so fragile because of the condition of her family that is not okay. After hearing what Kirana said somehow the feelings that existed for this woman got bigger. He wanted to marry this woman quickly.

"Whatever the circumstances of your family, absolutely will not be able to change all the commitments that we have made Ran. I'll keep marrying you."

Kirana could only stare at Rama's face in silence. He didn't know what to say as an expression of his gratitude. In Kirana's eyes, Rama was truly a perfect man who could accept his circumstances, as they were.

"So I ask, tomorrow take me to your house to meet with your parents," Rama concluded.

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The sun is starting to rise. The radiance that felt extremely scorching as if it was burning the skin of anyone who was currently beneath it directly. A man in shabby clothes, apparently sitting under an overpass, while occasionally wiping the sweat that soaked his face.

Bad luck seems to be experienced by Arman Adiguna. Not even a month had he left his small family, today he received a reply to what he had done to his family. It turns out that Stella, the woman who had been his mistress, had devised a scenario to destroy his life.

One week ago, Arman learned that the seed in Stella's womb wasn't his. Stella deliberately trapped him to be able to get and drain the treasure he had. I don't know what mantra the woman has, which must be the current company in the property he built decades ago successfully acquired by Stella with another man. The man is also what he knows as the biological father of the child conceived by Stella.

Arman took the wallet that was still in his pants pocket. A sheet of ten thousand money appears to decorate the contents of his wallet. Arman to the point of confusion will he use for what this money is. The middle-aged man's eyes grew increasingly heated when he saw a piece of photo that was still neatly stored in his wallet. A picture of his family he left behind.

Arman's chest felt increasingly tight, as if hit by a large stone that seemed to push the tears to flow more rapidly from the solvent of his eyes. When he saw a picture with a picture of a woman holding a tiny baby with an expanding smile, it was as if making the memory of his brain replay all the happiness and warmth he had gained within his little family.

"I'm sorry Papa, I'm sorry for dumping you both. Papa was wrong and Papa was really sorry. If Papa wants to go back home, will you still be able to forgive Papa?" lirih Arman with tears flowing endlessly from his eyes.

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