Love Shielded Risue

test of a person 1

a few weeks later...

Merr walked into the room with a basket filled with clothes she had just finished ironing. With a slight sweaty forehead, his hands worked arranging the clothes into the closet.

Some were hung with hangers and some left in bed. Clothing that her husband wanted to bring for a trip outside Java.

At least his gaze was distracted by the paper bag there. Drawing the famous mouse animation. Made him smile. Merr's going to visit Debby tomorrow.

In addition to wanting to hand over the prize to Alzah who just won the short letter rote race. He also misses a boy who is very sweet smile like Rumi. Again, he recalled Debby's story of a short Vidio Ustadz Irsyad who was walking with Alzah after returning from the mosque this morning.

It seems that today Ustadz Irsyad is also in Jakarta and staying at his house which is occupied by Rumi and Debby.

Same A'a time to the Ruminya...

"Darling to be finished? Get out, yuk.." take Bilal after his wife's.

"Come on!" Merr looked quickly. "Where are you taking me?"

"Well, the important thing is to take a walk before tomorrow to Pangkal Pinang."

Merr smiled. "If Rumi and Debby's house, how? It looks like Ustadz Irsyad is also again in Jakarta, A'..."

"Yes, is it?"

"Yes, I saw Debby's status, there's Ustadz Irsyad again with Alzah."

"Barakallah. Haven't seen him in a long time." Bilal rubbed his wife's head.

"Then I get ready, yeah. I bought clothes for Alzah yesterday. The boy had won the short letter memorization race between Paud se-Bekasi loh..."

"MashaAllah...really?" Bilal.

"Yes... was going to be in between tomorrow."

"Yes already then, all the friends of A'a mumpung at home," he said, Merr nodded.

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At the same time Ustadz Irsyad was walking on a motorcycle owned by Rumi. Visiting one of the most mandatory places for him to visit on his first day if he is in Jakarta.

That is a mound of land filled with Japanese grass and a headstone bearing the name of a beautiful-eyed woman who became the foundation of his heart first.

Now, it has passed almost eight years of her widower. Even enjoying the days alone, accompanied by a sense of longing that sometimes makes him not understand. It creates a sense that leads him to an unreal shadow of mass - then Irsyad with Rahma.

The doctor said it was dementia. But it's not bad, and Ustadz Irsyad is enjoying it. At least it can cure a little of his longing. Although sometimes it is not uncommon to make both eyes so well so pervasive.

Yes, love and attention may still be felt from the four children and grandchildren. However, that does not mean it can remove the trail of longing that he can not explain.is not, love that really fills the heart is a companion to life?

The problem of desire and lust has been able to control over time that makes him accustomed. So that there is no longer any desire to find a replacement for Rahma. Yes, all He did, for the sake of a woman who would be more beautiful than all the angels in heaven, namely his wife. Hope the meeting will happen, not everywhere but the paradise of Allah SWT.

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After completing the project, Ustadz Irsyad continued his journey home. But not until the house He saw one of the thirty-year-old men cleaning the courtyard of his house calling Him until finally Ustadz Irsyad himself stopped the speed of his motorbike.

"Oh Allah..have missed Mr. Kyai, me, very much" he said, kissing the back of Ustadz Irsyad's hand with Takzim.

"MashaAllah, tabarakallah. How's Ji doing?" He greeted a man named Aji. He used to be a santri when he was still living in Jakarta.

"Good Thank God, Mr. Kyai. Go in first, yuk to my house."

"Fear of ngerepotin..." Ustadz Irsyad shut down the engine.

"MashaAllah's. Yo wes.. for a moment," chuckled as he got off his bike and walked in closer to the house that could be said a little messy.

"I'm sorry, mr. Kyai. Another wife in Bandung has three days, so the house is a mess."

"Ora Popo, relax wae..." Ustadz Irsyad smiled, appreciating the host who had gladly allowed the grand guest for him to enter.

"Please sit Mr. Kyai," he said. Ustadz Irsyad nodded and sat down.

"It's healthy all to, Ji?"

"Thank God, all healthy. Mr. Kyai is also healthy, right?"

"Alhamdulillah healthy. More fat and more gray." Both chuckled for a moment. "Eh... You are not trading yourself?"

"I haven't sold in a long time, Kyai."

"Why?"

"Well how else? since the fire market my trading has run out. And I lost my livelihood."

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi roji'un. when is the fire market?"

"Two months ago, Kyai."

"Well, nothing can be saved?"

Aji smiled wryly while shaking her head. "Evening, Kyai."

"Oh my God, be patient. This is a test for you."

"Patience is always, but his name is also heart sometimes there is a complaint."

"Reg, Ji. I understand that."

"Well, who made me smell that? Ramadan is counting the days?" Ustadz Irsyad nodded. "I was just shopping for clothes for Lebaran preparation. Just entered the warehouse, not yet sorted. Tomorrow it's a fire."

"It's natural..."

"My wife got sick for almost a week, Kyai. Kiosk two of his problems were on fire. The fire spread throughout the second and third floor buildings, no stalls survived. Even if there is, even in the direction of nearby residents who pretend to help save the goods of the merchants."

"Yes Allah. The point is I'm sorry, Ji."

Aji sighed. "Yes, Mr. Kyai, thank you. Actually, yesterday-yesterday my mind was really whiny again. Want to find a place to confide, confused. That's why I was so happy to see Mr. Kyai passing by. Oh Allah.. I feel very soulful."

Ustaz Irsyad smiled. Swiping Aji's shoulder that was holding his right hand. Visible aura of frustration on the face of the man who has the color of the mature brown skin.

"Honestly I was amazed, Kyai."

"What amazes you?"

"The night before the fire, I finished praying tahajjud. Is it Thursday? I am also fasting. Every morning I also still routine Dhuha. Uh... Five o'clock in the morning on Friday I remember! after dawn, I turn on HP while getting ready to go to the market. Lah. tau-tau many incoming messages telling news that the fire market. And apparently the fire grew from three o'clock, there was no time for me, for merchandise. It's finally over with the red guy."

Ustadz Irsyad rubbed his shoulder again with a faint smile, listening.

"I want to ask Kyai. This is a test or punishment. What is my wrong punishment? He said that those who are close to God will be loved. But what about me like this, even getting a test? oh Allah..." Aji massaged her own forehead. "It seems that I am desperate Mr. Kyai, thinking that trading debt that does not know can pay off or not. Plus the problem so seeped into my relationship with my wife. But how else, what can I do? Ampe wants to break this head of his mind."

"That's Ji..."

"Astagfirullah al'azim.all these difficulties make me finally a future of faith," he explained.