Love Because ...
6 LOVE FOR GOD
“Mbak Rara, this is da tepipan,” sahut Ayu handed over a light blue food box four levels, the smell of the food was so fragrant, until Rara from afar could smell it.
“Obviously from Bagas,” his god is moving both eyebrows. Rara smiled withstanding the embarrassment of getting lunch from Bagas.
Pingy! Hp Rara reads fine there is a Whatsapp message coming in.
‘hmm sure Bagas,’ murmured smile. His face looked gleeful, as if he would get the message he so longed for.
(Ra, have you received the supplies? eaten yes, it's a special amak that cooks, he said he wanted to manjain prospective montu)
Messages on his Whatsapp made him blush in shame.
“Cie cie,” lontar Ayu poke Rara who still smiles shyly.
“Udah akh, enter first yes.” Rara ran away with a jumbo lunch box for her
“Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, beautiful,” greet Rara girang in Tia's office.
Tia who was typing was directly uploaded by the smell of the food that Rara brought. He stopped work on his laptop and approached Rara who was speeding away about to sit on the sofa.
“By yes can ya.” His hand excitedly pointed at the provisions brought by Rara hinted to ask permission to eat supplies brought Rara.
“Jawab first dong greetings me.”
“Wa’alaikumussalam beautiful.” His eyes glanced at the stock, his hands were getting ready to pick up supplies waiting for Rara's approval.
“Yang complete dong.”
“Warohmatullahiwabarokatuh,” he said impatiently. Rara thrusting the food nodded in agreement. Tia spirit quickly invaded and immediately opened the provisions brought by Rara.
“Loe tu ya mamih both know,” critic Tia on Rara.
“Eh will answer the greeting that obligation should not be mamih first know,” timpal Rara.
“Iya yes!” tia replied that she was busy opening the misting.
Diliatnya complete padang cuisine, there is chicken stew, lalab cassava, potato parchment, and sambal ijo all in large portions. It was as if Bagas requested his ramp to supply his food in the portion of two people. Maybe Bagas already know if the food will be served Tia. The food makes Tia's appetite come before lunch hour arrives. He took the plate and plucked the food. Rara smiled cutely at Tia's behavior.
Ping, android Rara sounds again. Rara immediately opened her phone screen reading a short message from Bagas.
(Drew?)
His finger quickly pressed the touchscreen hp screen samsung reply to Bagas message.
(yes bang, the provision I have received, later I eat at rest hours, say thanks equally amak)
Rara silently for a moment blushed in embarrassment, a new message appeared again
(what time is it coming home in the afternoon? Brother's home, huh?)
(Hour 3an, owh yes bang please)
(Later brother wants permission to take Rara out)
(Bertiga?)
(Three with Mila)
Rara frowned, she was curious where he was Bagas taking her away. Rara thinks the third person is Tia anyway so far if they road Tia always accompany.
(Owh, would you like kmn?)
(Suprise, first yes brother continued work first <3 )
(OK)
Rara who wants to add emo love feels hesitant, she is very embarrassed to do so. Plus he feels not entitled because his status is still not mahrom.
“Whataa?” rara Whine.
“Ga papa, just suddenly loe pinky pinky face how it is.” Rara laughed embarrassedly at Tia's chattering.
“Udah akh I want to go to the kitchen to fill the water,” he said run away from Tia who continues to tease him.
He immediately went to the kitchen at see Mr. Dito and Haris accompanied by coffee and his laptop was busy talking.
“Aduh mbak Rara want to fill the water, but tell me aja.” said Mr. Dito who felt bad.
“Nnothing sir Dito, have relaxed aja.” Rara smiled, Rara is not a spoiled figure who always relies a little bit on OB, as long as she is able to she always does small things on her own.
“Mas Haris how his new TL nifty”
“Oh Vivi? nice-good mbak, He's a deft ya quick learn ngerti.”
“Alhamdulillah if it is.”
“Thank ya mbak I am very helpful, Thank God I can focus the same event, all events succeed deh.”
“Alhamdullilah if so, equally.”
“Oh yes this afternoon we eat this meal for thanksgiving. Ayu already pesenin his catering, owh ya pak Dito also do not go home yes, we eat here.”
“Aduh mas can not, already ration I went home to meet the wife,” said sir Dito laughed.
An hour before the break Mr. Dito is always coming home for lunch, and this has been his agreement from the beginning of work with Tia, to use his break time used to go home. For Tia this does not matter as long as it does not interfere with working hours. The distance of the house is not far, there is not half a kilo from the office making Mr. Dito always on-time commute no more than his break.
“Wizzz his wife ngangenin yes Mr Dito hahaha, sir Dito tuh every lunch hour it must be home, his wife must be a pinter cook ya?”
“Hahaha mas Haris can aja, Alhamdulillah my wife is good, sholehah, but yes just like other wives mas, there is anger, there is whinynya, there is nyebelinya, there are ngomel-nya. Even today we are again marahan because of the children. He would be happy if I came home with food. Later I get ration right mas, even though I go home?”
“Owh yes automatic dapet dong pack, every staff dapet all,” said Haris smiled.
“Pak Dito romantic yes, although again angry with his wife still returning home to eat with his wife,” added Rara.
“Haha so ordinary or mbak. All husbands will also persuade his wife if his wife is angry again, is not it Haris?”
“Loh how do I?” ask Haris laugh.
“Well, Haris is a husband, already married,” obviously Mr. Dito laughed.
“Hahaha yes. But really what said mbak Rara, sir Dito is different, if I am angry again with my wife it feels males so it takes her to come home. Mr. Dito is really a sholeh husband, an amazing husband, manji's husband.”
“Haha what is manji mas?”
“Mantak psyche hahaha.”
“Hahaha mas Haris could have been, I am also like other husbands mas. There is anger with the wife, there is a case there is nyebelin yes just the same haha,” said Mr. Dito laughed.
“But yes it is, I already consider my wife as Mas's care. Poor him that took care of me, took care of the kids. Yes if you think about it natural that he is tired, there is anger, there is the cake. He accepted me as I was, so there was no reason for me to linger angry with him. Allah is the best of his servants who get along, right? Same mas, I also like other husbands, there is a time to be so upset with wife, yes if again I try to remember it well aja.”
Obviously Mr. Dito while his hands are busy wiping the table. Haris and Rara were still quietly listening.
“Keep if it is very heavy to turn around when we again fight big mas, yes I went out first to find the tranquility of the bus better again deh, persuade my wife. Not because I am afraid of my wife? I am more afraid of God. It is God who has sent my wife to me. The bail period is wasted, so if again sebel ato very angry with the wife already, I persuade him despite the heavy taste. Although we feel we are right, but we persuade not because of him but because of God. Because God I love him mas, because God is very good with me, if the goodness of God is second to none, when we refer to the same wife let God be happy can not? If we love each other because of Allah Mas, a love like that that will never be extinguished,” explained Mr. Dito at length.
“Yoi is really,” said Haris girang while flicking his finger. Rara who stood next to the dispenser was pervasive in Mr. Dito's words.
Just yesterday Vivi's men cried for love, this time Mr. Dito smiled for love.
Love for God, the love Rara wants. Love is amazing because not everyone can use it. Can he get one such love? must be happy he thought.
That's how love can be of various types, can be various tastes, can not be guessed fall on who, when, and where. There are those who can control those who don't, it's up to us. The love of the afterlife is the love that all human beings desire. But most of them do not know how to reach it so that makes love itself end in tears and destruction.
Only Love, because God is eternal love, not only will we feel in the world but also in His afterlife. Love for God is love that never goes out.
