Love Shielded Risue

broken good intentions

Maryam dipped water in her bottle. Dampen the dry esophagus after being satisfied to ride around on a bicycle. Then stop at one of the city parks located not far from his house, a park that is not so spacious but many people come.

Merr straightened her legs, twitching until the shoes on both legs were knocked. Sit directly on the grass.

His hands work to close the drinking bottle, after finishing gulping the contents. Maryam was pensive, looking at the people milling in front.

Indeed his mind is still fixed on the speech of the mother of the orphanage. Not to mention DM last night. He read without replying, only answering Bilal's greeting from the murmur of his lips directly.

Mary does not want to think too much. Because it will definitely be like the others, approaching just to add new wounds. To be honest, he knew it was not good to think badly when you have someone's good intentions.

But, the gaping wounds from her previous marriage really scared her. Especially with people who understand religion.

Merr was worried that the same thing would happen. So rather than adding another wound is better alone. For eternity...

A phone call left him gasping, Merr pulled the phone out of the small bag he was wearing.

"Hallo, Deb?" Vim.

"Tante, this afternoon I, Abi Irsyad and Kak Rumi will visit Auntie's house. Can..."

Ustadz Irsyad's?

Maryam has not replied, if Rumi and Debby are familiar. But why suddenly Ustadz Irsyad want to come.

"Tante–"

"Emmm... What's wrong? Why would Ustadz Irsyad want to come."

"Said Abi someone wants to be obrolin with Aunt. Aunty's staying at home today, right?"

"Yes, Auntie's day is not going anywhere, really. Just come..."

"Alright, run out Dzuhur inshaAllah we are on the way."

Maryam smiling. "Yes Deb, Aunt wait, yeah."

After saying wrong Debby immediately turned off the call. Maryam felt something was wrong. He was suddenly nervous, making him decide to re-tow the remaining water in his bottle. After that, move on and go home.

***

Maryam put down three cups of tea, along with her snacks.

"Thank you. I got bothered, Cece," said Ustadz Irsyad, chuckling.

"No papa Ustadz, people only tea equals biscuits. Please drink, Ustadz."

"Yes..." Ustadz Irsyad grabbed his cup, then sipped a little after saying bismillah. "About my arrival here, it's interfering with Cece's activities, isn't it?"

"No, I'm also free no job today."

"That's it, huh?" Ustadz Irsyad put his glass again on the sheet. After that, start talking. "Look, I actually came here for a purpose to convey someone's trust."

Maryam who sat politely still listened. His heart trembled as if it understood, what trust it was. Could it be about Bilal? Don't guess, just listen.

"I'm sorry before I say that, I'd like to ask. Is Cece a candidate?"

"There's no Ustadz."

"Please, Ustadz."

"Look, I respect, Cece as Aunt of my daughter-in-law. But last night I got word from someone who I think personally, this is very good. He even asked me to be his mediator. So suppose there is a Brotherhood who intends to interfere with Cece. Is Cece willing to run ta'aruf with him?"

Maryam took a deep breath without making a sound, her lips puffed up for a moment. Then bite the tip. His eyes momentarily glanced at Debby who was already smiling widely.

"How's it?" ustadz asked Irsyad, while Maryam was still unable to answer.

"Tante, he's a good man. Surely Auntie would fit in," Rumi chimed in. Added Ustadz Irsyad who directly explained from the descendants of anyone who the child, then what education he took, and his degree.

"Anu– is he not too tall for me who is just a regular person?" Maryam asked, knowing Bilal's genealogy from his Abin family alone had made Merr doubtful.

"Habib Bilal must have consulted with his teachers. And they agree, he says it doesn't matter."

"Tante, just accept it. He'll definitely accept Auntie" Debby said. Maryam shook her head, without weighing back her eyes on Ustadz Irsyad.

"I'm sorry, Ustadz Irsyad, I can't seem to accept him. Because, in addition to my religious understanding is still very low for a Sayyid like him. I also j*nda who is divorced live with my previous partner. In addition.." bitterly Maryam said it, her voice began to sound hoarse. "i was a disabled woman who had problems in my uterus. So, before soaring high and falling again. I'd better avoid it."

"Tante–" Debby held Maryam's hand, her eyes already glazed over. Maryam's head shook her head again at her nephew.

"Why not try first, Cece take time for Istiqarah?"

Mary smiled, her hands gently rubbed her wet cheeks as a result of the escape of tears that suddenly flowed there.

"I've been thinking in brackets for a while. Several times I tried to open my heart, but?" Maryam clasped her hands in front of her chest. "It can't be, Ustadz. I have a past trauma, which I can't explain."

"Tante, but not all of Soleh's men are like that. Debby believes there are still sincere men who want to be with Auntie."

Maryam did not answer but smiled at her nephew.

"Sorry, Ustadz. Please tell him that I appreciate his good intentions, but I cannot accept Habib Bilal, because that does not mean I am arrogant. It is precisely my helplessness as a woman, will surely make Him regret..."

Debby limps to hear it. Though he was very happy, because his aunt would not be alone again if married to Habib Bilal.

Ustadz Irsyad smiled, he nodded in appreciation of the decision of the woman before him. Until news reached Bilal's ear via cell phone.

"I've tried, but it seems the trauma of the previous marriage is still thick to cover the heart of Ce Maryam. He couldn't open it even a little bit" Ustadz Irsyad said. Bilal, who was standing in front of the window, fell for a moment. "We'll try again, but give it a pause."

"Yes Ustadz..."

"You have to be passionate, to reject the woman is ordinary. Don't take it for a dizzy."

Bilal smiled, "yes Ustadz. but I didn't give up anyway, I'll try again."

"May, as long as it remains lust-resistant, yes. Just move enough, multiply the prayer..."

"inshaAllah, Ustadz. Once again, thank you very much for your help with Ustadz."

"Either. Then I close, yeah. Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Bilal dropped his phone off, then put it on the table. Both of his hands swiped up from his forehead to the back of his head. Then exhale her breath later. "Maybe my intentions are not good, I will fix it again after this. I must hold myself back, and as hard as I can to hold back the slander on my chest."

Bilal exhaled many times, trying to normalize the heart. After that appreciate the pecans on the table, wear it directly after it comes out of his room because it will soon enter Magrib time.