Love Shielded Risue

gatherings

Over time, Akhri and Merr's life began to move normally.

Akhri with his family who now, already have a new happiness. Kania is pregnant with their second child.

Maryam who heard that was very happy and prayed well for them. After that, he asked Arshila not to discuss Akhri. He wanted to close the book with his past. Now it's time to live it his way, even by himself.

Yes, now Koh Yohan became very angry when he knew the divorce and polygamy that Akhri did, did not discourage Merr to continue to walk in his destiny line.

He believed that God always existed. Accompanying every step of man that hangs hope on Him.

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Time is turning faster, three years he has plunged in the world of dawah and sholawat.

Bilal who had worked for a few months finally quit because of calls to lead sholawat more and more.

Today, tired looks radiated on his shady face. Look at the yellowing sky from the windshield of his car.

He who sat beside the driver occasionally closed his eyes. His gaze was constantly dimmed due to the effects of severe drowsiness.

"Bib, it's Maghrib. Want to stop by the mosque first?"

"Emmm?" Bilal was aghast, then rubbed his two grievous eyes. "Yes, look for the mosque... All wash your face together rest, drowsiness really feels."

The familiar man called Kang Beben by him then chuckled.

"Just indict... Habib only slept two hours, last night. Not sleeping yet."

Bilal yawns, "astagfirullah, very heavy eyes. Find the closest one, Kang."

"Ready, Bib." From a distance, a dome was seen. Beben immediately took the middle path to cross. After that the car was parked smoothly in the courtyard of the mosque.

An ustadz over forty years old who had just arrived widened his smile. Stretched out both hands, hugging Habib Bilal. After kissing his hand.

"MashaAllah, barakallah.today can meet Sayyid..."

"MashaAllah..." Bilal returned his embrace while smiling.

"Bib, Antum is the one who believes" he asked politely.

"Eh... MashaAllah, let me be a mum."

"Can't be so, I'm just a Ustadz graduate boarding school. Unlike Antum who graduated Tarim. Is not there a priest who must be more knowledgeable, understand the book of Allah, and understand more sunnah-sunnah."

Bilal smiled faintly. Lately the name Bilal is not foreign to be heard among the scholars. Even he was not infrequently entered into a television show, to conduct interview sessions.

"Come, please Bib." Raising his hand a little, to let Bilal walk first. The man handed the bag to Beben and stepped forward.

Mihrabnya... Bilal asked worshippers to close his saf. Read prayer and intention, then worship.

Three designs have been completed on the run, dzikir already. There are only a few people still there. Talk to Bilal for a while, because the body is very tired makes him immediately say goodbye.

In his steps, Bilal massaged a little area of T in the middle of his two eyes. Dizziness a little, the effects of sleep deprivation are possible. So that makes him not realize there is a shadow of a woman who wants to come out of the saf room of women.

"It's okay, I'm wrong. Suddenly coming out did not look around," Maryam replied with a smile. Bilal smiled faintly.

"I'm sorry again. Assalamualaikum." Bilal went first, leaving a murmur on Mary's lips to answer the greeting. Maryam's fairy eyes stared for a moment, then sighed after making sure she had come out then Maryam continued her steps.

And from that meeting, as if carrying destiny. Without realizing it, they often meet again at the next opportunity. In a different moment.

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The House of Habib Bilal...

Farah approached her sister who had just returned home after the seminar which made her a speaker with a rising female writer.

"A'a! A'a why didn't I tell you that today A'a met Maryam?"

"Assynoltom..." Bilal cuts Fara's words with a greeting.

"Walaikumsalam. A'a...?" kissed her brother's hand later.

"Who's maryam, anyway?" Weary walking into their house, followed by Farah as well.

"This author is the novel." Farah showed me the book. "A'a that's it, don't say it. I asked you to come along, by the way."

Bilal chuckled, taking off his black socks that were still attached. "Oh, yeah where A'a knows that you're doing the same thing with him. Lagian A'a doesn't know Maryam. If you know, you will be invited."

"When, huh? I'll see you again, is there a schedule? I want a photo together..."

Bilal bobbing head. "So much ngefans the same people. Not good, though..."

"It's not excessive, just admiring." Farah grinning. Along with that, Ummi came out to bring a glass of water for his son who had just returned home.

"If A'a had just come home, he had a drink before just chatting."

"Hehehe, but I can't wait for Ummi to know A'a there is an event with a favorite author."

"MashaAllah." muttered Bilal, receiving a glass of water from his mother's hand. Not to forget Bilal kissed his mother's hand first.

"Ummi know? Fara tasa nih, the story written here, it tells about the life of Him. As far as I know, Maryam was married to an ustadz. Exactly the same as in the book."

Bilal also listened after he said hamdalah after drinking.

"If it's true, yes... Really cool, huh? Widowed for not being able to have offspring, for not being strong in polygamy."

"You don't like to conclude, do you?" Ummi Isti rubbed his daughter's head.

"No, a lot of like-minded people. Since the novel was taken to the big screen."

Bilal was still silent, he remembered Maryam's story in the question and answer session. About her confirming that it was a true story. When asked, is that his own story?

Mary smiled and replied calmly; I am not a perfect woman. So for what, my life story was raised to a novel book?

Bilal shook his head quickly, so why remember the woman. Yes, all because of Farah's chatter that caused her mind to be affected.