Love Shielded Risue

take Ummi for a walk

The journey continues, while time still shows four o'clock over thirty minutes.

Bilal looked to the side. Women who never change the color of their clothes other than all black when traveling. And his loyal veil he wears. Makes Bilal fall.

It has been decades on its own without a life partner. Carrying all the burdens of her life without the slightest fading of a warm smile, typical of a mother. Work tirelessly, even from night to morning often, if the booker asks for his or her credit in the morning before seven. Before dawn, everything must be ready.

Isti or other people familiarly call Anisa notya not sellable. Because until now alone there have been countless salih men who want to marry him.

Yes, if asked; Ummi will only laugh while answering. Ummi already has enough care and care. The Allah SWT. So Ummi doesn't need anyone anymore.

Right ... The decision to dedicate the rest of his life for the sake of his three children is not a joke. With sweat and tears every third of the night, Isti always hoped his life would be fine even without a figure called husband.

In fact, he was sure, with the permission of God would be able to bring his children safely through various kinds of jewelry and slander of the world.

Yes..he is not a woman of no knowledge, he understood in the past many women who live alone without a husband. They can support their children. Some even became high priests and other great people. The point is to be sure to give up the child in the way of God. Whatever happens.

To be sure, Isti doesn't want to. His mission continues the husband's struggle to educate his disturbed son only to serve his second husband.

Yeah, probably right. She could be helped if her husband is also equally salih and fair with his son or the children brought Isti. But not a little, right? Innate children are not taken care of because of many things. Checks between stepfather and wife's children are often heard. Which is sad until the mother can throw away her biological child for the sake of the second marriage is still running properly. Nauzubillahwas...

I always think long in that business. For him, there were enough four lives. Grasping a firm belief in the great qualities of God in His ninety-nine names, as a guide and a place to ask for help.

To this day, they are never lacking. Although it has, it is not so. Faith makes him feel grateful. That was the key to her happiness all along.

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The car pulled over to one of the places that are not too crowded, but cool is also beautiful. Making Ummi chuckle to himself.

"Ummi laughs, why?"

"No papa, it's just. You won't sell later."

"I mean, Mi?"

"Yes, often the same way Ummi like this. People will see you have a wife." Chuckles again. Bilal replied with a smile.

"No papa .. indeed Ummi was the first lover in Bilal's life, really." Bilal immediately took Ummi Isti's hand to one of the empty benches. Isti did not answer, the child was really gentle and attentive. Just like A' Uthman. His heart sizzled, remembering his kindness. Short but memorable moments together.

"This place was a long time no Ummi came. In retrospect, kanya used to be here with the deceased," he said while sitting.

"Oh, huh? When, Mi?"

"If not wrong .. your pregnancy time, deh. What was before I got pregnant, huh? Ummi forgot, because it's been a long time.the point is both the same Abi."

"Gee... Bilal made Ummi remember Abi."

"No papa, Umm Seneng. In the past, the first time to marry Ummi awkward not playing, yes want how again. Your abi is also stiff but his smile is beautiful." Ummi Isti clenched his own two cheeks. His eyes looked straight ahead. "He once wanted to go to Ummi but rich doubt new ijab qobul. So Ummi noleh also Abi rich misbehavior, his smile was stiff and short. Only half of the lips are flat. After that directly nduk, but Ummi knows ... Abi you smile again."

Bilal listened to his Ummi story while smiling. He could imagine how happy the two of them were. Just by looking at her mother's facial expression.

"Ummi tried once, to become a woman of Solehah. Let it be worth juxtaposing Abi again in the afterlife. Because Ummi was afraid, Abi went to heaven but Ummi did not."

"Ummi must have gone to heaven, inshaAllah..."

"Aamiin..." Isti rubbed one of the corners of his eyes that pooled. "Have not discussed again, Ummi became kangen Abi nih..."

"No need, just let us go home. Fearfully, the Maghrib is not home yet." Pinta Isti, Bilal nodded.

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Because the tomb of Habib Uthman is a little far from their home until it takes almost an hour. In addition, at this time they are stuck in traffic in one of the areas. Make the two a little late to perform Maghrib prayers.

Out of the jammed zone, Bilal immediately pulled his car over to one of the mosques.

"Yep, Ummi." Take her while waiting for her Ummi to close the car door. Just a few steps they walked, Bilal saw Ustadz Irsyad and his wife. "Ummi ... that's Mr. Ustadz Irsyad, isn't it, huh?"

"Yes, right. That's Mr. Irsyad." The two were still stepping, until the closer Isti nodded once. "Assalamualaikum Mr. Irsyad." Call the woman, who slaps her hands in front of her chest.

"walaikumsalam. Excuse me... Isti's not, is it?" Irsyad asked, Rahma looked over. From his gaze, he seemed to be muttering in his heart: Isti? That woman I know...

"Yes right, Ustadz," replied the woman before him, her still slim body with a sad look of eyes, making Rahma feel inferior herself. "Mother" he said later, extending a hand to Rahma who received the handshake.

"Where is Isti? Is this Bilal?"

"Yes Mr. Irsyad, this is Bilal. We went for a walk." replied Isti, while Bilal immediately grabbed Irsyad's hand and pecked at the back of his hand.

"MashaAllah is an adult. Still in college or graduated?"

"Alhamdulillah has graduated from college, sir." replied Bilal.

"Owh, is it work?"

"Not yet, but have started applying at one of the motor companies from Japan."

"MashaAllah, great. I hope it is accepted, yes..."

"Aamiin, thank you for your prayers, Mr. Ustadz," said Bilal, while Ustadz Irsyad nodded again.

Rahma who was next door, was still observing the woman before him. I don't know what the mother of two was thinking.

"Sorry Ustadz, we want to go to the mosque first, have not prayed about it," said Isti finished their conversation.

"Oh, yes please." Irsyad gave way, with a hand that was directly coiled on Rahma's shoulder.

"Kok Rahma Rich is no stranger to women?" asked Rahma, after walking far enough to their parked bike.

"That's Isti, who fixed the prayer beads, Mas." Only to that extent Rahma also remembered the events before.

"Owh .. former apparently." He murmured, with a slight tone in the affirmative fitting the former part.

"Astagfirullah .. who is the ex?"

"Yes, your former first love..." Rahma immediately let go of Irsyad's hand that suddenly dumbfounded, then walked first.

"Oh, yes... I think I forgot, apparently still jealous, to? Walahs... Tenane Iki's? Wes.. angel affair." bobbing his head and walking after his wife, who looked annoyed at him.

You already know the ending, because Rahma scammed all the way. Even until his sitting position to the back end of the motor body, and do not want to hold the waist circumference.

Ustadz Irsyad so took the initiative to turn off the motorbike on a quiet and dark road. It is full of tall and large trees on the right and left sides. Not to mention the jail behavior of Ustadz Irsyad who told the ghost of a woman, to the point that Rahma made a lid of the pot a target. Because accidentally the nagging hijab Umma in the kitchen. Hehe.