Love Shielded Risue

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The day is long. This afternoon Bilal took Merr somewhere. Mumpung holiday there is no dakwah schedule he said.

The car drove at a moderate speed, while a beautiful hum came out of the lips of the husband. Chanting sholawat lyrics that he thinks are very melodious. Bilal's voice is distinctive, smooth, and delicious to hear. Occasionally his hands rubbed Maryam's knees as he stopped at a red light intersection.

While the woman was just enjoying, a beautiful voice that she could hear at any moment. Which seems to be just for him. Isn't that luck? Maybe today many people are heartbroken, when the idol already has a wife.

Merr is sometimes amused himself, why can he break the hearts of the women. They must not be sincere. But how else, if you are a soul mate. Hehe...

Merr turned her head as Bilal's hand fad pulled her cheek before stepping back on the accelerator.

The journey takes about forty minutes. They had arrived at one of the parlors, which contained children with disabilities.

"Let's go down." he asked as he rubbed his hand on Maryam's lap. He nodded while releasing his seat belt.

Bilal immediately came out, and immediately greeted an employee there. They talked for a while before finally being asked Bilal to take out some groceries in the trunk. Actually Maryam did not know if she would stop by here, she had thought; rice and eggs were also instant noodles as much as this for what, could it be the order of Ummi Isti? But now that question was answered, apparently for this parlor.

There were three young men, who were approaching. They all have the same facial lines, yes. The average person has almost the same face.

The three immediately shook hands with Bilal and hugged him. There is one who likes to talk in a loud tone, quite unclear even when hugging Bilal to jump. But it seems like understanding, Bilal mangosteen listen to the story that I don't know. Sometimes he laughs while patting his shoulders.

Not long after they were invited in by a head of the home. A religious man invited them into his room.

"I was shocked, you know there habib came the same wife." The man whose age might have been in his fifty years was chuckling.

"So out shopping, and then all stop by. Take a day off."

"This Ramadan must be busy, huh, Bib?"

"Alhamdulillah, so I take one day in a special week off. It was also sometimes visited by guests.Eating it I ran away first with my wife after the Dzuhur Prayer." Bilal laughs. His right hand rubbed the back of Maryam's hand next to him.

"MashaAllah, the newlyweds are not immediately off. It must not be good yes, but in the stay A'a continues," ledek the father.

"No problem, sir," Maryam replied with a smile.

"Let's calm down my Eid long holiday, keep taking Him for a walk." continued Bilal with a laugh.

"It's good Bib. Later go home directly to the happy news to Ummi, nih."

"Aamiin, O God..." Bilal raised his hands high and rubbed his face. After that laugh again. Yes, for him it was like a prayer, so it was guaranteed. Although he himself already knows the fertility problems suffered by his wife.

Bilal was quick to hold Maryam's hand, he was worried that the speech had offended Maryam. But apparently not, the woman next to him was still relaxed as well laughing softly.

A few minutes later, Bilal looked at some of the children playing. Some run away and some cry.

He screamed, pelting the male nurse with whatever was around him. He said the boy would be bathed. Because since this morning did not want to take a bath, and now even rampage by throwing whatever is around.

Which became incense, the boy was undressed. He was outside the room crying and screaming.

Bilal handed his bag to his wife and approached the boy. He asked for a towel that was in the nurse's hand earlier.

"Assalamualaikum, David." Bilal kept approaching even though the boy was holding a fairly large stone in his hand, lifting it up high. "This is A'a pinjem's stone."

The boy shouted louder towards Bilal who was getting closer and now grabbed the hand that was holding the stone. He looked into her eyes, muttering to me for some reason. It seems like I am praying something.

"Pinjem is here for a moment, yes." he said softly. While the child was still silently staring intently at him with his hands still tightly grasping the stone. Bilal covered the boy's body with a towel and hugged him. To whisper something, and again to hold the hand of David who was still holding the stone.

Maryam looked with awe, Bilal's patience was sweet. The boy calmed down, then stretched his grip until the stone had changed hands. Bilal threw it far enough away.

"Same password A'a, huh?" he said after. The child was still silent, with his chest rising and falling due to his breathing. Set eyes on the grooming behind Bilal. "Daud, what did A'a say? istighfar yuk's. Astagfirullah al'azim..."

Long enough to persuade, but over time the boy nodded. Bilal leads him, and they both walk to the bathroom. Soon he rolled up his pants and sleeves, began to bathe the child painstakingly, not to forget also to help him wear clothes to the last comb his hair.

Mary was really impressed by her husband. He did not expect, a Bilal could do that. They loved Bilal. Some call A'a but not a few call Abi Bilal. Truly, Merr could not let go of his amazed look at the man who was now teaching the children there.

What makes him even more amazed is that Bilal can teach some blind children to study, using the Qur'an with Braille.

MashaAllah, A'a. –Maryam unceasingly muttered.

His admiration didn't just get there. Now two children approached Bilal with hand gestures. They are students in particular. Who asked Bilal to memorize them. Yes, they are deaf people.

Bilal read the piece of verse with the same hand gesture after it was joined by the two of them with a hand gesture as well. His smile widened, as he watched them read with quick hand movements.

"MashaAllah..." Bilal chuckled, he rubbed the boy's head. They spoke for a moment and were only understood by Bilal who occasionally laughed in response.

Maryam touched her chest, where her heart beat so hard when Bilal looked over for a moment and smiled at her, Mary returned the smile.

For some reason, there was a sudden worry in my heart. Seeing you too perfect is my husband. I'm afraid your life isn't as long as Abi's.

Maryam shook her head, hoping that her husband would always be given health. And could live longer by his side. Maryam's eyes were still fixed on her husband who returned to focus on seeing the memorization of the two children.

Take care of Him, so that He is God. I love A' Bilal.

Maryam's eyes condensed, staring with admiration and love that was more deeply embedded in her heart.