Love Shielded Risue

tawadhus

Chatting with Nia made Maryam slightly forget that her intention came only briefly.

Now it is time for the Ashar prayer. Merr panicked a little, immediately she pulled out the phone in her bag.

Oh my God, my phone's dead.

He put his phone back in and closed the zipper of his bag. "Sheila, Nia. I have to go back."

Nia nodded. "Thank you for coming to me, Ce."

"Yes, I hope you recover quickly and can re-assemble with your children." Merr hugged Nia's body, the woman smiled faintly.

"Aamiin..." Nia returned her embrace. His heart was a little relieved, though not completely. The awkwardness is clearly still there, and more dominating the shame because of his actions in massalu on Maryam.

"I took Maryam first yes." said Shila who was answered nodding her head. Both came out, where there was Dayat and also Akhri was sitting in a chair available in front of the inpatient ward.

Merr was a little surprised, in fact she did not expect to see Akhri again. But how else? Visiting Nia who was sick would definitely take her to this meeting. The woman tried to smile, but not only aimed at Akhri but at Arshila's husband as well, just greeting.

"Bang," he said to the two of them with his hands face down in front of his chest.

"Merr, thank you" he told Maryam. "Thank you for coming here to see my wife" Akhri said politely. This time it was as if the distance he had given to the woman before him. He himself could not look directly at his ex-wife.

"Only take Arshila, Ustadz," Maryam replied. Akhri smiled too. "Then, excuse me. Assalamualaikum..."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah.." answered everything there. After Merr twisted her body and walked away from them Akhri looked at her for a while then sighed after that into Nia's room.

The door closed again, he turned his eyes to Nia. The woman who was sleeping on her back while staring at the ceiling of her nursery room. As if thinking of something.

"Assalamualaikum–" Akhri greeted as he walked closer. Nia herself looked slowly.

"Abang is back? You met Cece?" Ask.

Akhri nodded. "Yes Dik. outside, but for a minute."

"Hows it? Have you seen Cece keep looking at me?" Ask while smiling thinly. "It must be straight, huh?"

"Astagfirullah. You're saying that?" Akhri rubbed his cheek. Nia herself no longer answered. Can not be denied his jealousy of Merr mixed with the loss of confidence is still there even a little. The woman who had visited him was the ex-wife of the husband who may still be in His heart. Then meet again with a fresh and beautiful appearance like inedible age, different from her. Yes, since the hair on his head he trimmed it down and also the two p*yud*ra that no longer exist, Nia so feel it has become ugly.

"why?" Akhri made Nia come back to her senses. "You don't think anymore, do you?"

Nia sighed softly. "I envy her."

"Istighfar, don't be like this anymore."

"It's not the same envy as it used to be, Bang. Instead of envy at his ahlak." replied Nia, making Akhri speechless. "So I asked? Why is Cece willing to forgive me for what once zholim had against him. Even if I was in Cece's position, I'd probably be more sworn in."

"Abang must know Cece's answer that makes me mute."

"What?" tanyanya gently.

"Cece said Habib Bilal once explained the meaning of Tawaadha'atil ardhu to him, which is another name for tawadhu.." answered Nia, he remembered the woman's words in a veil peach before him. Speak soft words without the slightest impression smartass let alone patronize.

"My husband says it means something like; the land is lower than the land around it. He captures it as a mandatory human nature in establishing ukhuwah. That is to understand one mistake by reflecting on ourselves if we must also have a zholim nature towards ourselves or even others. The nature of tawadhu must be strengthened so that we are more willing to forgive. Yes, humans do have the nature to be angry, as well as I can not deny that I was angry with you at that time. But we are given a choice between remaining angry or subduing his anger because of Allah SWT. For Mizan in the afterlife will not be able to weigh the good reward of those who are willing to forgive the mistakes of others and forget them. That is why Allah SWT loves more and immediately gives the reward to him. Isn't that amazing Nia?"

Akhri smiled, in his heart he said MashaAllah. Amazed by Merr who now studied more knowledge from the habib Bilal and tried to practice it.

"I'm ashamed, Bang. Seriously! He converted but his ahlak is very good, while I? That's why I envy her..."

"Abang is also embarrassed, because you preach more to others. However, in the woman who is actually the main responsibility for me to preach, instead I leave it aside."

"It's not like it's my brother who taught me less. But I'm the one who rejected more of the knowledge you gave me."

Akhri gently rubbed his head covered in hijab. Then kiss her forehead.

"Don't you?"

"Heeemmm...?"

"I can be honest, right?"

"Can, Dik."

"I'm honestly afraid of death" he said.

"Everybody's gonna die, Nia." Akhri.

"But I'm not ready, I'm afraid."

"Everybody is not ready, hate it or not. We still have to go through the narrow hole and hurt the saccharatul of death. Because it's the only way to meet Allah SWT."

"Hiks, but I'm afraid I'm not safe."

"Ask the mercy of Allah many times. Because we will not all be saved just because of our absolute worship. Except from the Grace of Allah SWT."

"Yes Bang..."

"Now, Brother just wants you to repent more and change your heart's intentions for the better. I sincerely and Ridho received this beautiful gift. You should be grateful, brother. You are special because Allah SWT still provides opportunities. While a healthy brother? I don't know when I'll be home. Could it be later? While Abang had no preparation because he considered healthy this is a sign that your life is still long," he explained making Nia nod to feel a little calm in the arms of Ustadz Akhri.