Love Shielded Risue

sightseeing connection

The atmosphere is getting late in the afternoon, the beach area also seems to look more and more rame. Seen from the beginning of the number of beach visitors who arrived. Bilal turned towards the watch in his hand.

"Who wants to go to Ashar. We go out first look for the mosque yuk," he asked.

"Come A'..." Merr got up from her sitting position. Helped by Bilal who also held hands. He also fixed his tripod and camera into a medium-sized bag. Then hang it again on the shoulder. His one hand rushed to grab Merr's hand, linking to her.

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Arriving at the mosque, Bilal took out another bag, which contained a change of clothes for him to pray.

He also handed over Maryam's property.

"Darling, it's yours..." He said, Merr also grabbed it while holding Bilal's bag for a moment. Because he's closing the back door of his car. "Yeah..."

They walked together from the parking lot to the front of the mosque after it split into their respective whudu areas.

After Bilal changed his casual clothes with clean and good Koko gamis, he immediately entered the main area of the mosque. Not forgetting to read his prayer.

Take a moment to perform Tahiyatul prayer Masjid two reka'at.

finished his greeting he was approached by one of the mosque administrators who was sitting with a position between two prostrations.

Bilal turned his head, the man immediately grabbed Bilal's hand and kissed the back of his hand.

"Habit... MashaAllah."

Bilal pulled fast before being kissed by him. After that smile.

"Bib, I'm sorry. Antum was asked to imitate."

"I'm ma'mum..."

"This is the priest's request directly, Bib." Whisper him.

Bilal turned to look at some of the pilgrims. Some of them immediately swarmed him, inviting him to shake hands.

"Please, Bib. Just antum" said the imam of the mosque. Bilal slapped his hands in front of his chest, assuring. Then walk towards the Mihrab. While Mu'azin was aloud to proclaim Iqamah.

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The Merr prayer was completed long enough in front of the mosque. As always, if you go to a public place and in the area many know her husband, it will take quite a long time to talk to her husband.

The atmosphere of the mosque is very cool and comfortable. Make him not tired of waiting for his husband inside. He chose to open his cell phone, looking through the photos with Bilal on the beach. His lips smiled occasionally.

She enlarged the picture of her husband and rubbed the face in the picture.

"Beauty, huh?" Someone surprised him in the back. Merr immediately turned her head, and found the man who was raising his eyebrows once. Crouching behind him.

"O Allah, A'a ngagetin."

Bilal laughs. "Wait a long time, huh?"

"Lumayan, but not papa." Maryam grabbed the hand of her husband clasping the palm with both hands.

"It's still a long time, but A'a wants a reservation first. You're afraid full it will fit before opening."

"Yep–"

"Later after the reservation, we take a walk to the park or where is important near the restaurant, yes."

After making their reservation, they also take another walk in one of the city parks that is quite spacious and many people do ngabuburit activities.

Bilal has not had time to change clothes again, and still feels comfortable with Koko's game. Because for him it was complicated if he had to change his clothes first.

Tidying up the hair for a moment, before reattaching the black peci on his head.

"A? I want nanya, Abi died when A'a what age?"

"How, huh? A'a used to be a kid. It's about three years."

"Oh my goodness, three years have Farah and Hafiz been there?"

"Farah was one year and a half old, and Ummi was still pregnant with Hafiz."

"Yes Allah. surely Ummi used to be very sad, huh? So inget A'a story that fits the seminar first. Ummi cries every night while praying."

Bilal smiled, he rubbed Maryam's head. "That was our family's test, first. Ummi works while nitip sales at the cooperative where he teaches. Meanwhile, all of us were entrusted to the house of Uwa Huda if Ummi again taught."

Maryam mangosteen, he listened to Bilal's story that really touched him.

"It used to be at Uwa Huda's house, huh? A'a is often sad. Because, if you want to borrow his toy A' Moses is not allowed the same one who has. So sometimes you can only see it while sitting together to take care of Farah. Because Uwa Siti is focused on keeping Hafiz."

"Oh my God, my husband."

Bilal did not continue, according to him many bitter stories that he felt when he was a child. Where he likes to be sad when family events, or lebaran only He himself has no father. In addition, when his peers have a lot of new toys, he must resist his desire so that Ummi is not sad and confused. Because the need for the youngest is quite a lot.

To be honest, there are several plots of land belonging to the deceased as relics. But at that time, Isti did not intend to sell any goods a meter. To him, it belonged to the children. And for that time, no matter how difficult his financial condition, he will not sell it on the grounds of making ends meet.

But now, as time went on, all the land had developed into several rented doors that were all inhabited, and several shops that were rented. Riding on the roadside with a strategic location. Which of course makes money not a little, not to mention the catering business Ummi Isti which is increasingly crowded with fans.

Bilal reminisced about his past, as the little legs were jostled with pleasure. While carrying a large package in his hand.

"A'a used to snot, never really excited when coming home from TPQ. Bring home the orphan. Until Ummi's house even cry..." Bilal chuckles. But Maryam's gaze responded to another, her eyes glazed over. "Ummi is most not pitied. But how else? His name is also in love. Well, since then Ummi so advised to the TPQ manager and also the school. If there is a big orphan event. All her children are asked not to enter the data as the recipient of the parcel."

"Yes, it must have been a bit sad how that was," murmured Maryam. Bilal nodded, for a long time he might not understand. But now he understands.

"Now eat. A'a very dear to the orphans. Especially those who are small under the age of ten. Because you know what the pain was like. That's why A'a likes to be called Abi by them, so they can feel Abi's even, not the real Abi."

"MashaAllah–"

"A'a has ideals. Wants to build your own home. But really A'a and A'a's wife take care of it. How, you agree?"

Mary smiled, she nodded quickly.

"But I don't know when. Wait, A'a wasn't too busy. So you don't think much about the child. For Islam, the orphans, are the children of all of us. We are obliged to care for and love them. Know right? Whoever loves an orphan is closest to the Prophet in heaven."

Merr nodded. Grasping her husband's hand and kissing the back of it.

"MashaAllah's... Merr is lucky to have A'a. Adult's attitude..."

Bilal laughs. "Maybe due to circumstances, A'a must become precocious. But A'a is also grateful for having felt those difficult times. At the very least, A'a did not grow up to be a hard, tall-hearted child. It's easy to look at something with one eye."

"Yes, A'a... MashaAllah." Merr muttered. Looking at the husband's face.

The more here, the difference between Akhri and Bilal is more clearly visible. With Akhri back then, he was still like living with his family in Bandung. Sufficient possessions and so on. But with Bilal, he learned a lot about simplicity.

Two equally good people, and Soleh. However, it seems that his admiration is actually more inclined to Bilal who can be said, has a more mature nature than Akhri. Bilal's irritability is inversely proportional to Akhri's slightly jealous attitude. Because, often the ex-husband suddenly lived in him just because of jealousy. It was different with Bilal.

By the way A'a never jealous is not the same as me?

Suddenly Maryam remembered one thing, but several times she accidentally mentioned a moment with Akhri. Like the time of the vegetable snack one day before Ramadan. He often ate this while still with Akhri. But Bilal only teased her a little after it was common again. If it was Akhri, it might make him try hard to persuade him who was sulking.