Love Shielded Risue

the end of an effort

A taxi stopped in front of Ms Karimah's house.

Maryam came out with a slightly different twinkle of an eye. It's been a long time since his divorce from Akhri. Merr never visited Arshila's mother's house.

A middle-aged woman who was cutting a dry stalk in front of the house narrowed her eyes. Fixing the glasses that are attached to the full net.

"Mariam?" Happy greeting. Mary approached and said hello. Immediately embraced the woman's body with great longing. "Oh Allah, long time no. Thank God, I thought you'd never come here."

Maryam smiling. "Alhamdulillah, finally Merr can come here." his eyes were directed at the dome of the mosque he knew. Also the large gate of the Abdul Aziz pesantren cottage which dominates the white and green colors.

Over the years, there seems to be a lot of change. Many of the cottages have been renovated.

"Yuk yuk," he asked Maryam to turn back to Bu Karimah and nodded.

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Ms. Karimah put the drink and the cookies in front of her. Then sit next to Mary.

"How are you?"

"Good, Mom. Thank goodness..."

"Thank God, I'm glad you're okay. Even more successful."

"Thank you, Mom. This is Maryam bringing a little parcel, for mom."

"MashaAllah, bother. I'll always say you want to come here again just be happy."

"No papa, just a little parcel. Accepted, Mom." Maryam offered a package of very beautiful face.

"Thank you very much, Merr," said Ms. Karimah with sparkling eyes. Maryam also nodded. They begin to talk pleasantries, remembering things A through Z. Discussing the important or even unimportant though until finally Bu Karimah asked carefully. "When did you get married again? It's time you had a companion."

The real question was tired of hearing. Why, as if everyone was asking Him to marry again. Living alone does not make him feel anything less.

"Mother wants to hear you're happy."

"I'm happy, Mom."

"Yes, I want a happier mother." They laughed, until Maryam began to open up about Habib Bilal's invitation. It seemed like a happy twinkle that the middle-aged woman was emitting. Enthusiastic listening to the story of the Chinese woman in front.

"But, Merr hesitated. It must be the same man who is much younger than me. Isn't that shy? After all, her fans on social media a lot. His account has already been blue-ticked. Fear of followers he immediately left."

"Oh my goodness, you are there. If it's true that his mother asked you to be his son's wife even twice like this with a short pause, do you still think playful? After all, the problem of the fans is only the fans. No right to rule his idol's life."

"But still, Merr felt inappropriate, Mom."

"Who is she worth it to?"

"Not with anyone. Because Merr knows where my flaws are."

"Astagfirullah al'azim's. Do you want to be single for life? You think it's easy?"

"While it may make me feel no guilt about my partner, why not?"

"Come think more straightforwardly. Don't stop there.You won't find a good one if you keep thinking about flaws. Yes, men will love us more when we have children. But not a few of them choose both. The important thing is comfort in the house."

"Merr is afraid of failing again" he said as he bowed.

"Your ex-husband, if not urged by you. He must have accepted you to this day. Yeah, I know. There's a crush on his Ummi, too. But if you refuse for sure He still accepts you, that's for sure."

Ms. Karimah touched Maryam's hand. "this is how your mother and future will already know your shortcomings. Then still willing to ask you to be his daughter-in-law and wife isn't that enough to convince you?"

Mary took a long breath.

"Take it, I'm sure. This will be your last marriage."

Mary raised her head. "Carely, can I be happy after this?"

"It's not Him who makes you happy, but it's–" Ms. Karimah pointed to his chest. "Dump your prejudices and start making peace with your shortcomings. Because those who do not accept it are not your partner candidates. But yourself."

"Me?"

"Yes, your fear is what makes you unhappy. Instead of providing services, you are busy worrying about your condition. Even though the existence of children can not only make the household harmonious. Try to note the words of the mother, not a few perfect couples with their children even it is not lasting life. Be the ego as the ruler."

Maryam was stunned, because what she said was true Ms. Karimah.

"Be happy with a positive mind, give thanks, and strengthen faith. inshaAllah, happiness you really achieve," he continued later, he continued, making Maryam shed tears and hugged Ms. Karimah to thank her many times.

***

After getting positive feedback from everyone even Koh Yohan and Ce Brigitta also agreed.

Maryam stared at the screen of her phone with a facial expression full of admiration. Bilal's writing on the DM further convinced him to drop the option.

this time he wrote a piece of the story about Sofiah the wife of the Prophet. The beginning of their meeting, about Sofiah who hated Rosul for killing her father, sister, and husband in battle.

He came with a concerned face and a high sense of guilt. In one of the tents of the Muslims. Explain slowly, then apologize, explain again and then apologize. So repeatedly. Until Sofiah who had made the Prophet Muhammad was the man he hated the most on this earth, became the man he loved the most on this earth.

Bilal: [Until the angel Gabriel comes down to say the Revelation, that Allah wants the Prophet to marry Sophia. He can melt the heart of anyone who hates him to be able to love him.]

"MashaAllah..." Maryam mutters.

Bilal: [what is the wisdom that can be taken? Something we think is bad is not necessarily bad for us. Because in fact Allah SWT better understand, which is good for us. It could be that what we think is good seems bad for us, but on the contrary, what we think is bad is good. Barakallahu Fik Ukhti. Afwan must be dizzy reading it, huh? Because it's too long.]

Maryam chuckles. Then start typing something.

[It seems better if later told directly by Habib. Emmm... regarding Habib's invitation, why choose before Ramadan to marry?]

Not waiting long after the message was sent, typing writing was visible.

Bilal: [I will give you the answer later, for now what the above word means.]

Maryam smiling. He also typed something, then poked it before it was actually sent.

While those in the sebrang are still waiting for a reply with feelings of anxious hope. Soon one message returned, Bilal said bismillah before opening it.

Maryam: [when Habib will really come, I will accept it with open arms.].

"Allahu Akbar..." Bilal put his phone down instantly on the table, then leaned back, rubbing his face. His lips were smiling, his eyes were wet. He rushed up and out.

"Umiii–" Bilal hurried down the stairs, then approached the mother who was sitting in the living room watching a TV show. Seemed confused the mother who was suddenly embraced by her son, waiting for the clarity of the child.

Until the clear circle dripped, Isti gave thanks and kissed his son's cheek.

It's like the universe is in a dust. The happiness that was created in that room. Making tears should also be the embellishment of their happiness.

Yes, we always plan a lot of things, but back Allah SWT is the one who rules everything. Nothing in nature happens without his permission. We are just striving, being patient without haste waiting for an answer from Him.