Love Shielded Risue

read the novel Maryam

Outside the sun was shining quite hot. A good time to rest. Working on human circumcision, which is taking a nap.

A young man was standing excitedly in front of the mirror while putting up his pecans. Prepare to leave for one of the grand mosques in the central Jakarta area.

On this Sunday even though the sun was fierce, did not discourage Bilal to lead the sholawat in one of the tabligh Akbar events with two famous Ustadz today.

It was an honor for him, who was given a chance to meet them directly. And be part of the event.

As he came out, his hand was twitching with one of his sleeves. Attaching buttons in the wrist area. As if understanding her brother was having trouble, Farah immediately approached.

"Here I help, A'" he said. Bilal smiled, and immediately extended his hand. Which swiftly put in place. "It's hard to cook by yourself? If anyone's cooking, it'll be good..."

"Yes you're right."

"The only one.." pinta Farah after finishing installing the one. Bilal changed again with the other hand.

"Okay, slow down, and. finished!"

"Thank you, yeah. My sister who is Solehah..."

"Together." Farah smiled widely. Then he held out both of his thumbs. "A'a handsome, Soleh, plus kind-hearted...Can Farah help you again not today? Farah brought her bag, yeah."

Bilal chuckles. "Not quite right...want to ask what, you?"

"su'udzon, tuh.." he replied with cheeks that meet.

"It's really, isn't it...?"

"Yes, yes, just want some extra money. Buy a novel by author Maryam. The second season."

Bilal breathed. "It hasn't been long, has it?"

"That's another book, I want a new one..." Grinning, with both palms resting face up. "Money..."

"Astagfirullah.gini deh, A'a buyin aja, yes. You see, before the grand mosque, A'a wants to go to the bookstore first. So you don't have to go anywhere today. Hafiz let's focus on learning, don't be in ajakin go-go."

"Yes... Doesn't A'a know how rich his book is?"

"inshaAllah... What's the title?"

"The title is 'Imam up to jannah.' the cover is green. Just... just a moment..." Soon Farah pulled out her phone, looking for a book on the website. "Now, the book is like this."

"Oh. yeah. A'a try to find it. A'a walk first, yeah."

"Okay, thank you A'... May A'a's sustenance always be smooth. Added to the match immediately."

"Specifically the latter, you want A'a to rush to get a mate. Ntar hard loh ask for more pocket money..."

"I added his prayer. May A' Bilal's soul mate be kind and not stingy with her husband's sisters."

Bilal muttered Aamiin while chuckling, then shook his head as his legs began to step out.

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On the way to the mosque, exactly after exiting the bookstore. Bilal opened the package he got from the store. It contains a very thick book belonging to the famous Shaykh of Egyptian origin, and a novel book ordered by his sister.

[I read a word;

'Your soul mate is a reflection of yourself'. But why, among them there are many who have nothing in common. They even fall into two different categories, and end up in different ways.

Like Asiyah and Pharaoh, they have different natures, subtle heart of an Asiyah, why should we get a pair of zholim like Pharaoh? It is even written clearly in the Qur'an, that Pharaoh has the title of a curse, which will surely remain in hell. Asiyah is said to be one of the four best women who will inhabit heaven.

In my mind I asked, what will my soul mate be like? Can when we meet, and unite in the world, we keep going with the same mission. Being a good partner to God's heaven. My doubts often arise whenever I want to open my heart, because I have failed from the first.].

Bilal. Focusing his gaze on the barrage of words at the end. Makes her remember her sister's story. If every novel made by the woman, most of it contains a sad story of a woman's struggle to survive in her solitude.

Until his hands involuntarily tore through the thin plastic lining the novel book. Starting with the preface, he read the contents of the novel.

She kept opening the next page, occasionally pulling the tip of her lips, smiling. Because there are some stanzas that he finds interesting.

Cheerful, yet subtle language style. Makes Bilal admire his writing a little. The car continued to run, until it had unknowingly entered the mosque area.

Kang Beben stepped on the brakes, after fittingly positioning the car he was carrying.

"Alhamdulillah," immediately pulled on his handbrake. "Bib, it's here."

Bilal did not say, his lips were still on his back, his eyes focused on the book.

"Habee!"

"Huh?" With smiling lips Bilal was aghast.

"Udah arrived, Bib," he said again while laughing when he saw the face like a dazed person shown Bilal.

because Bilal looked straight to the right and to the left. "Well, what a pussy?"

"Washful, it was stuck loh. Habib is too focused on reading."

Bilal glanced at the book in his hand that he was about to finish reading. Just a little more.

"Astagfirullah al'azim." He closed his book, moving the book's dividing paper to the last page he read. After that put it again into the paper bag.

"Come down now, Bib?"

"Yes... The kids have arrived, right?"

"Udah, the equipment has also arrived from before Dzuhur earlier."

"Alhamdulillah. We just go in, don't forget to bring the bag later ya, kang."

"Ready, Bib."

Habib Bilal smiled, and two men greeted him. Helping to hold the door when he was about to get out. Warm hugs are also available.

"Wah habib came together with Ustadz Akhri," said one of the organizers of the event.

"Oh, huh?" He smiled brightly, Because this is the first time he met Ustadz who is quite famous on social media. They shook hands and embraced each other. After that step into a special room that is intended for the performers.

Inside they only talk for a while, Bilal must immediately prepare to open the first event, which is to chat with his Hadrahnya groups inside.