Love of Muhallil

faith from an early age

"It's no use, you're scolding Bella right now. In fact, his life in there was a struggle between life and death. You've always been rude to Bella, you can't just drop your ego once and give in" Bella's grandmother scolded Bella, to Bella's father who seemed so angry and disappointed in Bella.

"Mom always stood up for Bella, and look at the boy now. His nature is already ambiguous unclear, impressed like a child with free association. As a father, I don't know how to deal with Bella?" bella replied by lowering her voice.

Nahla.

Why Bella's grandmother and father, even argue when Bella is struggling between life and death. They should have prayed for Bella's recovery. Nahla closed her eyes, hoping for a miracle.

"Bella's awake" said a nurse approaching Bella's family.

Bella's father and grandmother were about to go inside, but the doctor prevented her. "Bella said she wanted to meet her best friend, Nahla," the nurse said.

Bella's father and grandmother stared at each other, looking at Nahla in wonder.

"Thank you, I'm sorry, sir, grandma." Nahla quickly entered the room where Bella lay weakly helpless. But Bella ngeyel's grandmother and father still come in, they are worried about the state of Bella.

"Bell..," Nahla approached and rubbed Bella's hand gently. Bella's eyes saw her grandmother and father approaching towards the bed.

"Nahla, I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise, to learn to be a better person, like you. I'm not strong anymore, Nahla." Bella's so weak.

"Bell.* don't talk like that. You'll get better soon, and we can learn together. Just like our promise," Nahla rubbed Bella's fingers full of hope.

"On my identity card, I'm Muslim, but I don't know when I should pray and worship. I even thought, when I die, would I be like in the movies, I'd be flirting, because I don't know, who my real God is?" bella's eyes looked teary.

Nahla rubbed Bella's arm, tenderly.

"If one day I die, pray for me Nahla. Ask our Lord to forgive and understand my condition."

"Bell___!" lirih Nahla with sobbing.

"They don't know how ruined my life is. They just look from the outside, I'm a woman who can't be controlled, even I'm famous woman Lia*. that's how it looks."

"Once again, I'm just like you and them. I have feelings and love, Nahla."

"If I get well, teach me to be a good woman like you, Nahla. I want to be like you, I'm tired of being who I am now. Maybe this is a reprimand from the creator, because I have done a lot wrong.for now I don't want to die, Nahla. I still want to repent."

Nit..

Nit...

"Bella's... Bell....!"'s....!" peekik Nahlas.

Nahla was so panicked, because Bella closed her eyes by leaving tears flowing from the corner of her eyes.

Pl-please....

Nahla screams calling, asking for help.

Nahla ran over to the doctor who was on guard.

Doctor, nurse and enter immediately, to see Bella's condition. After hearing Nahla's scream.

Bellas..

Bellas..

The doctor quickly responded, spurring Bella's heart rate that was almost down. But fate says otherwise, Bella's time is over.

Nahla really does not run out of thought, why did Bella's life have to end like that? why did Bella have to leave so soon, why did Bella leave with a wound on her heart?

The doctor covers Bella's body using a hospital blanket, Bella has been taken by the creator.

Bella's grandmother, lamented Bella's departure by crying until she fell unconscious.

Even Bella's body will be brought home, to Bella's hometown.

The sad news that got into the national television news, it was very sad.

What wisdom can be obtained, from Bella's life, except gratitude and always put faith in the heart.

"Rest in peace bell, may you find happiness there, in God's heaven."

This is not entirely Bella's fault, the role of the family as the first reinforcement also needs to be questioned.

Bella feels lonely, alone, even Bella feels no one really cares about her.

Religious education is also needed, so that this does not happen. Foster faith in the heart, so that it becomes a strong and patient soul

****

Prosecutors and defense attorneys are still arguing.

"This is the end of my marriage, with Mas Niko, a shattered dream. Like a flake of heart debris that's getting stifling."

"What do I get out of this? will the child who should be cared for and given full affection, must be contested, and must spend tens of millions of money for the ambition of both parents. In fact, it could have been a trauma for my son, Attar."

Ahmad Faiz rubbed Haya's shoulders, giving her strength.

But in the midst of the power that Haya created, in fact, the top decision was still delayed, in two weeks later.

What the hell, why should it be delayed, why not immediately decided? Why need consideration when the evidence and witnesses already exist, it is clear.

One by one, Haya and Ahmad Faiz left hand in hand. Ahmad Faiz continued to give a little power to Haya.

"Basasic itchy woman!" Ms. Astri suddenly confronted and rebuked Haya, even though all this time, Ms. Astri never said harshly to Haya.

today Astri's mother was present, at the divorce trial of Niko and Haya. Even Ms. Astri denounced Haya's attitude which he said was excessive and did not know in profit.

"Don't you get this guy, then why do you still need Attar's custody? greedy of you, Haya."

Haya was still silent, reluctant to answer Ms. Astri's question.

"You think this man can make my grandson happy. Even the eyes can see from his face it has been seen he is incapable, wake up from your sleep, Haya."

"I'm sorry, Mom?" Sela Haya and passed away without even bothering to argue with Ms. Astri much longer.

"Just a few months on the talaq, Haya is already itching with a man who is much worse than Niko. Basic, low tastes." sergeant Bu Astri felt inflamed because Haya's attitude who chose silence did not want to serve his anger.

"That's it, Mom. Relax, later the mother who fell ill because she thought about Niko and Haya's family problems." Angel advised the mother, who kept struggling to get angry.

"I feel like I want to, tear Haya apart. doesn't she think how Niko feels right now. He even tasted two-on-one with that ugly guy!" ketus Bu Astri was full of anger.

"Your father too, where would you like to buy Niko. Always defending Haya." Angel took the mother to get in the car immediately, hoping that Ms. Astri would subside her emotions.

On the way home, Haya wiped the tears in her eyes, and stared deeply at Ahamd Faiz.

"Here you are, don't be sad anymore." Pinta Ahmad Faiz who saw his wife looked glum.

Haya nodded and hugged Ahmad Faiz so tightly.

"i've lost it all, please don't get away from me, mas?" Haya closed her eyes, holding the pain in the heart that was becoming more and more.

"Yes... Mas will always be near in Haya, always in the heart of Haya. Insigne."

"right yeah, mom!" Haya links her fingers with Ahmad Faiz's fingers. Ahmad Faiz smiled knot.

"Are you in Haya, really sure of the decision Haya made?" ahmad Faiz asked for clarity Haya.

Haya looked into Ahmad Faiz's eyes looking for answers, to the questions posed.

"If Dik Haya hesitates, and dik Haya wants to reunite with Niko, so that di Haya can take care and nurture Attar again. Then I'll do it for you, brother."

Deg

"Mas, do it all because mas do not want to have di Haya, if the heart of di Haya is still left there. I just want the best, seeing Dik Haya always happy of course."

"What are you talking about!" Haya did not like Ahmad Faiz's words.

"Don't say that again, I don't want to hear it. Promise me not to say that silly thing again?" Imbuh Haya hopes Ahmad Faiz does not think of leaving Haya.

Ahmad Faiz smiled and rubbed Haya's wet cheeks...

"why hands?" Haya felt that Ahmad Faiz's hand felt unusual.

Haya took and saw Ahmad Faiz's fingers.Many hand vessels were growing, there were blisters and the skin color looked darker than before.

"Mas, why gold hands like the hands of men who like to work rough, using muscles for example. In fact, a lot of injuries. What are mas now working in the field?"

hehehe

"no, brother" replied Ahmad Faiz, trying to smile in a lie.

"Even these days, do you like to wash your clothes after you get home from work?" Haya was astonished by the attitude of Ahamd Faiz that was different from usual.

"Hem.., Don't think about it. Maybe it's just the feeling of Dik Haya, you want to ease the homework. Perhaps the effect of mas mopping the floor," Ahmad Faiz said.

unlikely