Love Shielded Risue

misses 2

"don't sulk..."

"No, it's ordinary." Mary answered a little.

"It's normal, but it's the answer?" Bilal touched his chin.

"I want to be here with you. Kangen A's'..."

Bilal smiled faintly. "I'm missing too, but what. You should rest in a comfortable place. If you're here, you're worried you won't be good."

"But?" Bilal silenced her with a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Just tonight, we're apart again. I'm out of the hospital tomorrow. His intention was to rest overnight again before returning to Jakarta. We could hang out at the hotel, huh?" he said, Maryam herself nodded.

"A'a–"

"Yes?"

"Kiss again..."

"Well. wow." Bilal laughs.

"Can't you? If not, then."

"Of course, how many times? A'a ready to give him–" he said while patting his chest slowly.

"Two, I can..." Merr pointed at both of her cheeks.

"Don't be two, a million times can be."

"Hehehe..." Merr closed her eyes, where Bilal immediately gave kisses on both cheeks alternately.

"Again, once again. Here–" pointed towards his lips.

"Duh, this loh hospital."

"Aaaa– wants to be here too."

"What if someone comes in?" Bilal asked slightly bowed as Maryam's hands coiled around his neck. Bilal also lowered his face, gently fusing their lips together.

Geck... Geck...

Maryam's reflex released her hands, after which she pushed Bilal's chest in surprise. From behind the door came a female nurse. Carry a small tray containing a digital tensimeter.

"Good night– apologize I tensi first, yes. As well as swipe the infusion."

"I–iya, Sus." Bilal answered nervously. Before looking at Maryam who was laughing without a sound. The nurse then attached the device to Bilal's arm. As long as the numbers were running, he turned his head towards his infusion that stayed a little.

"How, sir? Are there any complaints in the chest?" I turned back to Bilal.

Bilal shakes. "No, it's just a bit painful also his stomach. The inn's hungry all the time..."

"It's good, yes sir. The stomach can receive food well. After this he was told to eat a little but often even just bread," he said before looking back at digital numbers. "Thank God, the tension is normal. Here's the bottle I changed, huh? It's been a little."

"Yes sus–"

The nurse replaced it with a new one. After that, clean up the tools.

"All right, I stay. Good night–"

"Night–" replied Bilal and Maryam almost simultaneously. The door closed tightly, Bilal himself rubbed his chest.

"Nearis–"

"Haha." Merr prepares to carry her bag on the right shoulder. "I walk first, A'..."

"Yes, yank. Please give my HP to Kang Beben later, all the clothes in exchange."

"Yes, I'll drop it." Merr grabbed her husband's right hand and kissed him with a greeting before leaving the room.

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On the other side...

Akhri sat down in the chair next to the driver. His eyes stared at the focus towards the seemingly deserted road with a colorful street light flashlight on his left right side.

although he seemed to have no voice, Akhri was apparently thinking about something. Yes, he recalled Maryam's worried look directed at Bilal. Perhaps he often told himself to cast off the shadow of the woman from his heart. But how do you want?

It's not easy to actually erase her mass track record with that woman. Because after all, Merr is the first woman where the heart is anchored. As the first love for the opposite sex that he instills in the heart of the deepest.

He recalled the words of Ustadz Irsyad, who asked him to try to find a replacement for Kania as his life companion.

Married again? –Innya.

Suddenly he thought hard. While rotating the time in his memory. In the past few hours.

# Flashback...

"Yes, Kyai. I am both, so I can change the drive. I promised the kids that I'd be home tomorrow morning."

"MashaAllah, good Abi."

"Tabarakallah, I have many shortcomings at best."

Ustadz Irsyad chuckles. "Haduh, can not imagine his sadness so Antum in the stay of the wife when the children were small. What's more, huh?"

"Yes, if the matter of Ngurus Alhamdulillah can still use the services of a nanny. Although the youngest still often asked Umminya. But after that forget again. ingetnya if again sad, cry while calling Umminya."

"Oh God, kasian. What about the other Antum kids?"

"Have begun to accept, no longer feel hit. They have returned to school focus, most of the number two children said; he said to be more dear to his teachers," Ustadz Akhri responded with a small laugh. Though Ustadz Irsyad's gaze seemed to pity him.

"Oh, MashaAllah..." Ustadz Irsyad sighed. He touched Ustadz Akhri's shoulder. "Afwan, I hope I don't ask this question. An antum? Not yet is there any intention to get married again so that they can both take care of children, and Antum can have friends share stories."

Akhri smiles. "Where, huh? If there is a lot of nawarin. Including my other teachers and even my Abah. Just so, I don't have any desire, Kyai."

"The antum is a man. Still young, must have a partner so that the inner Antum is not easily instigated to act."

"Ya–iya, anyway. But I have three children. Finding someone who loves and loves me is not difficult. But dear and loving my three children, that's a hard one."

Irsyad. Then he remembered one of his former students who recently met in Jakarta when he was there a few weeks ago.

"Look, I want to ask what kind of criteria do women like?"

Akhri chuckles. "Yes Allah Kyai..."

"I'm serious about this."

Akhri fell silent, suddenly he remembered Kania's face. After that smile.

"Cock quiet?"

"No need to be beautiful, no need for girls. If my kids are a good fit, yes I want to."

"Well, if the kids fit in but are grizzled, will you?"

"Hahaha, yes if the couple is still under the age of fifty years old yes no papa."

"Haha." Irsyad laughed too. "Emmm, if it's still under thirty years old, and still a girl, Antum will you?"

"MashaAllah... so young, I've been forty-three years.more so still a girl?" tannya

"Although still young but his son mature, inshaAllah. His descendants are also clear, the son of Gus Wahyudi. Who's got a boarding house in Serang."

"Oh, yes. I think I've met him..."

"His daughter was once my student. He teaches at one of the private Islamic SD. The son is good, sohah. I met recently, and it's been said that she just got married."

"Why is that?" Akhri seemed interested in hearing his story.

"The woman had recently undergone surgical removal of the uterus. Because there's a malignant tumor there."

"Innalilah.." heard the word tumor Akhri so remember his sadness when he knew Kania was sick.

"Alhamdulillah, now he is fully healed. But, problem? Her husband-to-be canceled the wedding. Maybe because of that."

"Well, what is a ridho woman?"

"He said ridho. Because I don't know him too closely. Only met during ta'aruf, after which their marriage was delayed because he was sick. Until finally canceled. Just don't know his heart..."

"MashaAllah..."

"Where do I want to introduce you?"

Akhri was silent for a moment. "If you may know what his name is, Kyai?"

"Cumbersome..."

"Hapsha?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Hapsoh–" he muttered with a smile. A beautiful name, may it be the same as Hapsoh the daughter of Umar bin Khattab. The Prophet's Wife.

"Ustadz?" Calling Ustadz Irsyad made Akhri gasp a little. "Don't be in the shadows."

"Hahaha, not Kyai."

"When I'm in Jakarta, we go to Gus Wahyudi's house. How's it?"

"inshaAllah, Kyai. So I thought first." he replied, Ustadz Irsyad nodded before shaking Akhri's hand for the first pass. They embrace each other and pray for their safety.

# Flashback off...