Love Shielded Risue

pretty angel

Bilal closes a book with the words La Tahzan. A very thick book with a yellow cover. Afterwards pensive, throw a glance at the window glass. The rain outside began to fall, Bilal thought of something he had seen this afternoon.

Ayu's facial lines suddenly filled her mind. What was?

Indeed, women are the greatest slander of men. Where they came out of the house. Satan will follow, flocking to decorate it. To be able to disturb the souls of men.

She is a widow but has no children... She was married to a man for more than five years. The man was nice, and my husband knew him too. Good people too, but yes, that's, I heard he had problems with fertility so he couldn't give offspring.

Bilal recalled the story of Holy Mother to his Ummi while in the parlour earlier. Isti's face seemed concerned, until when he wanted to go home Isti asked to meet him first. Giving her a warm hug, even rubbing her cheeks while looking at Maryam's eyes.

Obviously, Farah who ngefans with him immediately happy not to be upset because he finally could meet with the favorite author.

Maryam who he saw earlier, much more humble and likes to smile. His eyes are not too narrow but soft, with thin lips and clean white skin. It is appropriate to get the nickname Ummi beautiful from the children of the orphanage.

Beautiful angel? Bilal clearly remembered the line of his face. But soon it was realized not to drag on thinking.

His shoulder slammed against the seat as he grabbed the phone lying on the table. His gaze was fixed on the main menu on the screen that was lit, he also pressed social media applications that he rarely used.

Type the letter M in the search menu. But soon he stopped, he nodded quickly. A phone call made him feel privileged.

Slowly Bilal pressed the accept button. When the name Aiman his younger brother was in Tarim called him.

Bilal breathed a long breath, before the end of receiving the call. Talk for a while, then smile. Like there was something good, the article Bilal immediately rushed out after the phone was turned off.

Outside, he spoke to his sister. If someone comes Sunday. The salih man who intends to confront Farah.

"A'a, isn't she married, Farah's first?"

Bilal smiles. "A'a it's a man. It is more mandatory to protect Ummi first. While you must be married immediately if there is someone who intends to propose you."

"But? I just graduated two months ago" said Farah, holding her sister's phone, looking at the face of the man who was going to ask her.

"You can think first. If ready? A'a will accept his arrival," Bilal rubbed his sister's head gently. "A little did A'a know as long as He used to spend A'a in Tarim. The child is good, independent too. He went to school in Tarim through a scholarship, his son was quiet but smart. The science of understanding the Qur'an and its hadith is also good. One more thing he's a big boy out of five."

"Last child?"

"His mother died when He was twelve years old, and followed his father Habib Yahya five years later, Far. So he lives alone, occupies his parents' house."

Farah fell silent, it seemed like she was starting to think about agreeing. Because it does see from his posture, it seems that the man is simple not much style. But an aura of faith was seen on his radiant face.

"Take a night prayer, yeah. Later give the answer to A'a," said Bilal who answered a nod of his head while handing the phone again to his brother.

After thinking a few weeks Farah was willing. Until not a few months from the arrival of Aiman Farah married him. With Bilal as his marriage guardian.

***

For more than a year, Bilal met Maryam again. This time because he drove his Ummi to visit the daughter-in-law of Ustadz Irsyad who was being treated in the hospital.

A meeting this time seemed to leave a unique impression. Because Bilal is currently sitting in a long chair containing three skats, while Maryam is in another chair quite far, even limited the entrance. So Maryam sat on the right side of the door, and Bilal on the left.

Both bumbling. Confused to want to talk or not. Because you know not so...

"I– several times read a book, Ukhti." Bilal opened the conversation very stiffly, breaking the silence in the hospital hallway.

"Thank you, Bib."

Bilal just smiled at the mangosteen. Confused what else to say.

"Is there any wrong writing? You mean you understand religion? I'm afraid I'm wrong to put in a little bit of science that I know."

"Emmm, do I think personally? Haven't found any fault yet. Maybe in some, but back to their respective schools." They talk without looking at each other. "Well, try reading book X. To add to the reference, the work of an Egyptian sheikh, who discusses the women in heaven's longing as well as the law of family. Because what I captured, Ukhti takes a lot of themes about marriage."

Mary smiled, "thank you, I'll look for it."

The two went back to silence for quite a while, until finally Ummi Isti came out with his mother Debby. They still talked a little after that hug.

Maryam turned to her sister-in-law after Bilal and her mother came home. He seemed very happy to talk to the veiled woman.

"It's very subtle, so talk at home."

"Yes, even though Merr doesn't know much. Just in some of these meetings always gives the impression of motherhood is amazing."

Brigitta smiled, after which invited Maryam to come inside to approach her daughter.

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On the other side...

Bilal drove his car at moderate speed, glancing momentarily at his Ummi.

"Mi, remember what Bilal said?"

"Which one?"

"About, marry a widow."

Isti. He looked at Bilal by his side.

"Are you serious?"

"Seriously if Ummi allows."

Not willing to answer again, because Isti has returned to staring straight ahead.

"Can't you, Mi?" Bilal asked again, Isti's hand rubbed his son's arm gently.

"We'll discuss it later at home, yes," he said softly as usual.

Bilal then agreed, he could not see what his mother's facial expression was like at this time. Because it was covered in a veil while its face was facing straight ahead.