Love Shielded Risue

back to the past

Kania waited outside, almost thirty minutes after her husband said he was going to pick up a bottle of water in the car. He has not returned yet, but soon the sholawatan event is finished, replaced with an opening speech by the event moderator.

For sure her husband should be ready to go on stage to recite some verses of Allah.

Seen from a distance, Akhri walked a little slowly. His hand hugged the drinking bottle with an empty look like he was thinking about something.

"Well, how long?" Ask Kania, when the husband is near. Akhri gave the bottle to his wife. "What's the matter?"

It seemed Nia was aware, the red husband's eyes were grieving. He asked, with a confused look. While Akhri's lips only smiled faintly, he did not reply. He chose to go in first.

"What's the matter, anyway?" he murmured before finally catching up with her immediately.

While inside, Akhri held his mushaf. His eyes were fixed on the Qur'an. But his mind is far into the past.

Bang, Merr was hoping. Later, Merr's work will rise in print and best seller.

Akhri remembered the sparkling face full of spirit of the wife. While eating his morning meal.

Pray Merr, bang. Usually the prayer of a loving husband to kabul quickly.

There was a rumbling feeling, while remembering her who immediately raised both her hands high.

O Allah, grant my wife Solehah hope. But do not make Him forget the same rations of her husband because it will certainly be more often mengelembur his job.

At that moment he immediately laughed as Maryam pinched his waist in an uneasy manner.

Today Akhri sees what his ex-wife wishes truly come true. His work is not only a best seller, but also raised to the big screen. Isn't it a good achievement.and it's worth Maryam. Because his persistence has survived a career from scratch, even though at the beginning he got nothing, only relying on pleasure when his writing can be read by people. And others like it by giving it a positive comment as an encouragement.

To be honest there is a feeling of wanting to watch a film adapted from his novel. For the sake of appreciation, showing pride in the great woman first. But just looking at the trailer, he was unable to. There was regret that never went out of his mind. Seeing the cry of the main character in the film footage made her think, how tormented Maryam was at that time. Crying alone held lara in her chest.

But why does He always give a beautiful smile, as well as speech; no papa... Merr understands, Bang.

Is Merr not only good at writing works, but she can also act in front of him? So he was fooled, Merr's fine demeanor, only to cover up all the blue wounds on his chest.

Allahs...

A tear fell on his mushaf. He should not always obey Nia. Which is easy to sulk with the reason of the child. Why did He become a fool and an indecisive man.

Though it is his right as a priest with two ma'mum. Must be able to have firmness to both.

"Ustadz's five minutes up, yes" the organiser said. Akhri nodded too. He sighed, quenching his sadness. Though it was fine.

But suddenly his heart became lethargic again when he accidentally met Maryam after years of not seeing her beautiful face.

His heart again throbbed, his chest tightened again, as well as a feeling of longing that returned cramping the veins. As if everything demanded to be shown, after being hidden long enough in the void room.

However, like anything feel the longing. Still, he could not embrace asa which was actually just a mirage.

He can't go back to Maryam..it's impossible, right? Asking him to refer while he was still with the others. Because it is impossible to also break the relationship with Kania who has given him three children.

Everything is suddenly complicated, in just a few minutes only met with the past. It was able to tear apart his defenses.

Yes, the past that had a beautiful twinkle and the smile of his crescent moon really made Akhri want to shout if he could no longer hold this. Hiding the love that is still burning.

"Please Ustadz..." The organizers asked Ustadz Akhri to take the stage immediately.

slowly he walked and threw his buttocks on a sitting pillow, after reaching the stage. His eyes glanced up upstairs for a moment.

Among the many women worshippers, there was one who had been special to hear herself read the verses of Allah. Akhri lowered his head, he began to open his mushaf and read with a slightly grievous heart.

***

After some time, after Ustadz Irsyad who became the main filler in the Akbar tabligh down, they took the time to chat first before finally Ustadz Irsyad say goodbye, stepping together with Habib Bilal.

Akhri sighed, waiting for the wife who was going to the toilet. He decided to go out first, looking for the wind.

Outside many people asked for photos with him. Akhri only received some of the rest he immediately put his hands in front of his chest, apologizing to leave immediately.

Understandably, his heart was not eager to serve all the male pilgrims who asked him to take pictures as usual.

Akhri's legs are still running, until they reach the mosque parking lot. He saw Mary talking to Ustadz Irsyad and Bilal. The focus is more on when the woman is writing something in the book. After that, he handed it to Habib Bilal.

His smile is still beautiful...

Akhri smiled wryly. He reached into his pocket when a cell phone rang. Kania searches for him, making Akhri immediately receive the phone call. Then turned his face blankly after he had looked back at the four of them.