Love Shielded Risue

The charm of the author

The car that Bilal was riding back drove, carrying a sense of happiness that suddenly barged in without permission.

Make the owner of the heart confused himself, and do not realize the arrival of a subtle wind that brings a positive aura to him.

Farah must be happy, I didn't just get the book. But the author's autograph...

Mumbled to himself in the heart. He can give you things that will make Farah very happy. Yes. yes.that is the positive aura that is meant.

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The car has arrived. Ummi greeted her lovingly as always.

The firstborn is not only a darling, but always makes his heart feel cool. More than looking at the smile Bilal really looks like Abi Uthman.

But make no mistake, clearly Ummi still gives his love fairly for his three children.

"Bilal, when is there free time again? Ummi wants to go to the orphanage, share food on Friday."

"Emmmm.. can't Friday, Mi. Maybe next week."

"Where else is the show?"

"inshaAllah in Subang."

"Oh.." replied Ummi, mangosteen.

"A'S'... Hafiz come, yeah." The eighteen-year-old suddenly came out from inside. Talk about her sister and mother.

"Yes, I can. but the test is over, right?"

"Udah, it's the last tomorrow of the UN. So Friday can come."

"May I. can help you, A'a."

"Yes..the road becomes the next Abi after A'a, it starts to open, nih." Hafiz patted his chest while smiling proudly.

"What is the next Abi? You help kang Beben get everything ready. Rich lifting the heap of the big tambana, it's good enough, after all your body that somewhat contains this must save a lot of strength, it will obviously be needed once," ledek Bilal who immediately made Hafiz delicate.

"So, Ummi.. Look at A'a, huh! Bring the physical."

Bilal laughed, "who's carrying the physical?"

"So that's what, tell me my body's a bit full."

"Loh, isn't it Ummi? Somewhat gukumuuk yes," said Bilal, saying a fat word that is pinched with cheeks made a little bulging. He immediately dodged with laughter that increasingly broke when getting the throw of a sofa pillow from his sister. While Isti just laughed a little.

"Emang Hafiz is fat, Mi?" Ask Hafiz. Actually not really fat is a little more contained than Bilal who is thin.

"No, your A'a's lying. It will be a real fight."

Bilal muffled his laughter, extending a hand to the youngest. Hafiz turned his face away.

"Fiz, sin if you do not accept forgiveness from people who want to apologize sincerely."

"I'm sorry now, that's tomorrow again." for him. Makes Bilal chuckle.

"Want to?" Persuak Bilal's.

"No!"

"Baby meatballs?"

"Boss!"

"Okay, what's up?" Come to think of it, because there are many of his sister's favorite foods. "Oh, Yamin noodles?"

"Sama Boba.." she replied instantly.

"So she didn't want to, Boba?" Bilal's smile.

"That was it, now it is!" Still turning his face away.

"Both A'..."

"Whoa, nih.." ledeknya again.

"No buying, no apologies."

"Hei– basic bontot, kang lash! I want to pass MAN, Also–" Bilal pulled his sister's hand that had gone up and then stuck his head slowly without causing pain. Instead, Hafiz laughed out loud for mercy as Bilal's one hand coiled around his neck.

***

Two weeks later...

Maryam came to the parlor excitedly. Because in recent months his honor has increased many times, making him grateful more.

Maryam gave a small thanksgiving. Buy some food from a well-known brand restaurant, which will be shared for them.

The enthusiasm of the children of the home was seen. They are very happy and even confused to want to eat which one, so many choices.

But before the meal began, they all held a prayer together first and then in the restaurant, and followed by the beautiful tales that Maryam used to tell them.

There was one of the youngest children, feeling at home in Maryam's lap. Six-year-old daughter, who did not at all remove the handle in the hands of Ummi beautiful. Not infrequently he cried when Maryam say goodbye, or if he missed Maryam.

The little girl named Zulaikha is a child with a disability. He was normal in terms of reason, his flaws were in his legs and hands. Both palms bend inward, with all five fingers attached to each other. However, despite her small legs, the fairy-eyed little girl was still able to walk.

If you remember the story, Maryam felt sad and unbearable.

Because he was a kara, his parents went nowhere. While the local puskesmas who entrusted it, after being found by residents near the bull kali not far from the home. No one acknowledged, or looked for the child until this very moment.

He was allowed to grow there with the love of the caretakers.

Maryam began opening a gift quiz, the thing that the children of the orphanage were waiting for. Because there is chocolate candy is also a toy that becomes their favorite.

On the other hand, Isti's family car entered the courtyard of the orphanage which was immediately greeted warmly by the head of the foundation.

"It looks like it's a lot?" Isti asked who heard the laughter of the children.

"Yes, there are beautiful angels."

"Beautiful angel?"

The Holy Mother smiled faintly, "let's go in," she asked later while embracing Isti's body.

Bilal and his brothers walked behind them. While kang Beben and the male administrators from the orphanage took out their luggage, namely dozens of boxes of rice liwet complete with side dishes.

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"Some of the kids know, don't they? Who is the Prophet's friend, whom the Prophet found his mark in heaven?" Ask Maryam. Just as Isti and his family were passing in the hallway in front of the room. Bilal stopped his steps, turning to the glass filled with hanging ornaments made of manila paper. It appeared there that the woman he had met several times was sweeping her gaze at all the innocent neutrals before him who were thinking hard of each other.

The writer? (Bill)

"MashaAllah– Ummi has never told a story. time has forgotten."

Bilal did not continue his steps, he was still cool standing there. Unknowingly, it was far enough away from the others.

"Ummi, I know!" One of them exclaimed, pointing the index finger.

Maryam eagerly awaits her answer.

"Bilal ibn Rabah Radhiallahu Anhu..."

"What reasons? Why are there Bilal's legs in heaven?" Ask Maryam again, while holding a fairly large chocolate bar with a famous brand of purple.

"Anuuu?" The boy was already very happy, both of his palms fell down his eyes glancing towards the ceiling. Trying to remember again. "Emmm... because always pray thankfulness whudu.." he replied hesitantly.

"Yeaaaaayyy. Get up here, get the chocolate." Maryam held up the chocolate high while laughing as the boy immediately ran up to Maryam to grab her chocolate after kissing the back of her hand.

Bilal smiled, lowered his head again. After that, he resumed his steps following those who were not seen in front of him.