Love Shielded Risue

the house of Gus Wahyudi

Eight months later, they occupied the house. And this is the tenth night they live there.

The house has been renovated a little part of the kitchen, room, and front. Where the overall color of the paint was changed.

In the middle room. Precisely near the void guardrail of the house. Habib regularly read the letter of Al Baqarah even to the end of the first verse. As a way to destroy the new house he lived in.

And the effect of the independent rukiyah that makes the atmosphere of the house more comfortable and safe. When he finished, he went back into his room.

It appears that Merr's voice is mengurojaah her rote while breastfeeding Yahya. Bilal himself who found the wrong verse immediately exclaimed justifying, while closing the door of their room. Merr repeated, then connected it with the next verse after he finished he turned towards the child. Where Yahya had fallen asleep.

"Thank God, your memorization is more and more." Bilal praised him while rubbing the head of the wife who was still in a lying position.

"Alhamdulillah, thanks to A'a who was very intense to ask me to memorize the Qur'an."

"But A'a salute. You're including fast, Yank."

"Not also–" Merr moved on. "Sometimes I still have trouble."

"Actually it's not difficult. The main obstacle was his laziness, Yank..."

"Yes A'a really good." Merr grunts.

"Beating laziness with istighfar. Achieving something must be patient. You can do it."

Merr nodded in spirit. "Yes A'.." he turned to the child and returned to Bilal, "Oh, tomorrow there is a tabligh Akbar in Cengkareng? Listen there's Ustadz Irsyad too?"

"Yes" replied Bilal, looking at his wife's face. "You wanna come?"

"Can?"

"May you love." Bilal stroked her softly after it dyed her forehead. "Let's go to sleep, it's night."

"Yep–"

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Tabligh Akbar in title...

Habib was the speaker this time, along with Ustadz Irsyad next to him. They fill the tausiyah in turn.

Completed with tabligh Akbar event. Habib shook the hand of Ustadz Irsyad who was suddenly approached by his hand to kiss.

"Barakallah.." murmured Ustadz Irsyad. Not to mention that Habib hugged him.

"Close to my house, Kyai."

"Promise?"

"Yes, with Ustadz Akhri. Go to Gus Wahyudi's house."

"Oh– well then. Greetings to Him, Mr. Kyai."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah. inshaAllah later I say," he replied before splitting each.

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When arranging the appointment, they chose to meet for a moment at one of the nearest mosques before finally continuing the journey in tandem to the residence of Gus Wahyudi.

Arriving there. Ustadz Akhri sat politely, next to Ustadz Irsyad who was chatting lightly with Gus Wahyudi.

"MashaAllah– there is a wind what is this suddenly in the men of Soleh." They chuckled in response to Gus Wahyudi's words.

"Look, my intention is to come here first to celebrate. Both?" Ustadz Irsyad was silent for a moment with a smile. "Want to ask permission, the introduction between Ananda Hapsoh and the man by my side. Because, if allowed, Ustadz Akhri wants to get to know him more closely."

"Afwan– when I heard the intention of Antum who will be here with Ustadz Akhri by phone one month ago. I was happy. And at that time I gave this news to my son, but sorry I did not immediately give the news when antum can come. Because, he was pensive not to answer. But, for some reason last night he said he was willing to meet Ustadz Akhri. But he said a bit surprised, because Antum immediately said it would be in touch tomorrow."

"MashaAllah, this coincidence is also because I am here. So he was there to accompany," replied Ustadz Irsyad making Akhri's lips smile thinly at hearing it.

"That's God..." They're still talking. Discussing things here and there. Gus Wahyudi called his daughter out.

The woman sat down politely and lowered her head. Akhri glanced a little then looked down again.

She was really a madrasa teacher in the place where Alma and Husein went to school. –batin Akhri who had met the woman some time before.

"Ustadz, this is my son. He is indeed a thirty juz memorizer. Memorization of hadiths as well. It's just that, Hapsoh has its privileges. Did antum hear it?"

Akhri nodded. "I've heard it. And I will accept his privilege, if only I were to be a match to him," Akhri replied firmly. Shamefully Hapsoh raised his eyeballs, glancing at Ustadz Akhri who was apparently staring at him as well. The man smiled, making Hapsoh hurriedly duck. The woman's behavior actually invites laughter without a sound from Akhri.

"God..." Gus Wahyudi was grateful. He then looked at his daughter. "How, Son. You already know, what he meant was to come here to make you a wife. And you also know that He is a widower with three children. Are you ready?" tanyakanya.

Hapsoh was stunned in his place. Brave to come face to face with Ustadz Akhri. The face that could be said to be similar to his eldest child made him remember the figure of a boy who likes to be alone while memurojaah his rote in the classroom.

"Sa–me? Women who don't have a uterus. Is Anta really serious about taking me for granted?"

Akhri smiles. "I'm serious, to propose Anti. Accepting all shortcomings and trying to glorify Anti as best I can. Previously, did Anti himself not mind my three children? Because they're active children."

Hapsoh was still speechless, biting the tip of his lips. While his hands were squeezing each other feeling nervous. As if thinking hard. Marriage is a long journey, even to the end of life. Perhaps, he could undergo the marriage with all the shortcomings he had. Didn't Ustadz Akhri disappoint him. Like her previous husband?

Ustadzah Hapsoh do not get married, because Alma is happy in teaching ustadzah. I love Ustadzah, Alma said the other day, making Hapsoh laugh.