Love Shielded Risue

meet the veiled woman

Maryam's wedding trip has passed.

It ends with the hammer knock of the presiding judge. Provide clarity of their status, after months of living apart the house.

Maryam bothered in her long prostration. In a quiet mosque, after praying.

A middle-aged woman looked at the body that was shaking in the leading saf. He also changed position. To the side of the woman who only stayed He was alone in that row.

Removing something from his bag, a pack of small tissue that has reduced its contents. After that, put it on the side of the woman's face.

I feel like someone put something down. Maryam then moved, she rubbed her face for a moment and turned to look at the veiled woman who had kindly given her a smile. Merr could guess the woman was smiling as it appeared from her narrowed eyes

"I'm sorry, I interrupted my mother's solemnity in prayer."

Mary returned her smile. "It's okay. Here, can I take it?"

"Please, I deliberately put it here to wipe the tears, Mama."

"Thank you" he said before taking the two pieces of tissue that stuck out of his container.

"Mom, alone?" Ask.

"Yes, Mom." Mary called mother doubtfully. Because even though the woman looks a little contained but seen from the beautiful eyes and without wrinkles, she is afraid she is still his age and does not like being called mother. Because most women usually do not like to be called mothers just because their bodies are lush.

But there seems to be no unpleasant response. Instead the woman went back to her bag, and handed Mary mineral water.

"It's new, really. Even though it's been removed from the seal. I didn't want to drink that. Make it just me."

"Eh. thanks, Mom. But it's better for mom."

"No papa, take this." The woman handed the bottle of mineral water that was still intact into the hands of Maryam.

"Oh my God, thank you very much, ma'am."

"Together." The woman veiled in front of Merr again closed the zipper of her bag. While Maryam herself dipped the water until the remaining half. "It's thirsty."

Maryam lowered the bottle, after which a small laugh. "Yes, since the court. I'm holding back thirst."

"The court?"

"Yes, Mom. I'm out of there. Following my divorce judgment hearing today."

"Innalilah .." muttered softly as he put his hand on the part of his mouth covered with a veil. He deserves to cry like that. His gaze says so.

"so. Where's mom from?" His voice still sounded hoarse, diverting the conversation.

"Walking with family. But this is another break while praying."

"Oh..."

"Are you really alone?" Ask again. Maryam nodded, and the woman in front of her was familiar. But he seems like a good man.

"Can I give you a little say?"

"What sayings?"

"As for the spirit."

Mary smiled, and she nodded. His eyes were getting narrower due to his cry tightly clenched for a moment.

The woman smiled as well, and then touched her hand.

"What's your name?"

"Marya."

"MashaAllah, what a beautiful name."

"Thank you, Mom."

"Yes, I just want to give you a little expression of concern. I just knew you, but I saw you cry like that. Makes me feel slashed too. Hopefully, everything can go well after this. And Sister Maryam can get a replacement mate, which is better."

Maryam shed her tears, smiling and nodding, although in her heart she replied it was impossible to accept anyone else after this.

"I'm not a Ustadzah, who understands religion. But my husband said, every human life will not be separated from the problems of life. It is a sign that God wants us to be closer to him. That's why we are obliged to always have good prejudices for Him."

"MashaAllah, yes Ma'am."

"So my husband said, that being prejudiced is part of obedience. And Allah is most pleased when His servant has a good prejudice in addressing his every problem and destiny.

One of the main reasons God has placed us with trials is because many of us who repent, want to pray, want to think with a solemn feeling when we are in trouble. Really no?"

"Yes.right, Mom. MashaAllah," answered Mary, feeling a little calm.

"Well... Allah knows which of His servants cannot repent. This is conveyed by the scholars, and this is authentic. If a servant cannot be sincere in his repentance, then Allah has mercy on him. So, there was a test. For what? For his past sins to be erased. That is the point that we must note, it is good for God to a servant who has received Mercy from Him, that Allah SWT is able to take away all our sins without us asking for them, and without us realizing it passes any test if we are patient. Until a servant can return to God clean.

Mary returned to shed her tears. He muttered 'mashaAllah' nonstop.it was as if Allah sent him a messenger to make his mood calm.

"Splitting up is hard, but life still has to be lived. Sad today, to be happy tomorrow. Fa Inna Ma'al Usri Yusra Inna Ma'al Usri Yusra 'then after the difficulty there must be ease' so do not worry about your life after this, we are indeed born a kara. Let God take care of you, directly."

"MashaAllah, Mom. Thanks very much. Thanks." Mary kissed the back of the woman's hand.

"Sama-sama," she replied with a smile. His eyes then turned, on the girl outside the glass door. He also nodded once. "I'm sorry, I have to go home."

"Ah .. yes, Ma'am. Thank you again. If you can tell, whose mother's name is?"

"I am Rahma" he answered.

"Bu Rahma, I'm not wrong to call you mother?"

"Hehehe, no papa. I have been mothers. Have two kids who've been to college." laughed softly, along with Maryam too.

"MashaAllah, may happiness always accompany mother and family. Thank you again for the beautiful words."

"Hehehe, I was just quoting my husband's words. Then excuse me, assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Maryam muttered while smiling. He felt his heart was not so crowded, instead his heart began to be airy. After complaining to the Almighty. Plus meet a kind-hearted middle-aged lung woman like Bu Rahma.

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Outside, Rahma walks with Noah, following two of the men she loves the most.

"Have you? Old tumben?" tanya Ustadz Irsyad, put his hands on his head because the drizzle looks back down.

"Yes, I was talking to you before pretty."

"Ooo." Ustadz Irsyad opened the door for Rahma.

"partner, Bi." Rumi held back, "Let Rumi be the one who drives."

"Seriously, huh?"

"Yes, Abi is with Umma in the middle cabin. Rumi is driving, there is already a SIM," said Rumi Cengengesan.

"Cieee just got SIM." Nuha's temptation made Rumi smile even more broadly while puffing her chest, patting her softly.

"Udah let Abi, because he is still worried" replied Ustadz Irsyad later.

"No papa, this is Umma's wedding date with Abi. So you're gonna have to be king and queen."

"Duh Gusti, just made us king and queen now? of you waking up, where have you been?" Sindir Abi Irsyad handed over the keys to his car. They laugh too. "Umma, what, right?"

"What?" Ask Rahma.

"We will be kings and queens. Abi need not squat, make Umma foothold."

Umma Rahma laughed, hitting her husband's wrath. "what the hell, by the way. Not ashamed of the kids."

"Ngapain shy, Umma. Abi is squatting, Rumi is holding Umma's hand" replied Rumi.

"well..." Abi Irsyad.

"Dede who holds the umbrella while holding the Umma robe," Noah's robot with spirit then, did not want to lose.

"Astagfirullah al'azim." Umma Rahma laughed.

"Sister, nice in you dong. Then you squat. Abi who holds Umma's hand," said Ustadz Irsyad made the laughter of Umma Rahma increasingly become.

"Udah-ud. Don't freak. Just go in, hunt hard again, nih." Rahma went in first in the middle cabin. "big brother carefully drove, yeah."

"iya Umma," replied Rumi later. While Noah immediately followed the instant in holding Rumi.

"What are you doing, De?"

"Come in, you'll be the driver. Well Dede's an only child."

"Dih, good. Front here, sit down. In the middle let Abi be with Umma."

"But Dede will sit in the midst of Umma and Abi." Smirks.

"Nothing, just ahead."

"Yo wes. Let's not drive tomorrow." Ustadz Irsyad said as he entered the central cabin. While the others laughed, afterwards got into the car.

seriate...