Marriage Without Love (Khanza Story)

Like Adam and Eve

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Under the shade of the sky that decorated the morning sun's smile, Rangga manifested his desire. He divided a hundred motorcycles into drivers who have been instrumental in advancing the company he founded and led 'Go Sukses'.

The drivers welcomed enthusiastically. They are very grateful to the owner of Go Sukses who has given a new motorcycle for free.

In addition, Rangga also divides sembako which contains rice, sugar, tea, eggs, potatoes, fruit, vegetables, and butter as a substitute for cooking oil due to the presence of cooking oil which is very rare.

Abimana as the father-in-law of owner Go Sukses also helped. The shady-eyed man gave assistance in the form of the latest electric motorcycle output of two hundred seeds in lieu of the assistance promised by Fariz.

Takbir and hamdalah are held up as an expression of gratitude for the fortune that has been given. Not a few of them (the drivers) perform a prostration of gratitude accompanied by happy tears.

If the drivers of Go Sukses are happy because of the abundant windfall, inversely proportional to the author of this story who is contemplating his fate as a writer ... Noveltoon/ Mangatoon. Continue or stop at the point of fatigue. After pondering for a moment, the author decided to continue until the story of Marriage Without Love end. When is the end? I don't know, the author can't be sure either. After the end of the advanced or hanging pen? Depending, many readers are missing or not the same as the author of this pea crust. 🥺

Okay ignore. Continue to 😉 stories

After giving help, Rangga and his family enjoyed lunch with the drivers and all Go Sukses employees.

The atmosphere is warm and harmonious. It was as if no strata were the cause of the gap.

Sayup-sayup I heard a very melodious adhan to touch the heart of every person who longs. It is not just people who believe the same. However, people with different beliefs were also touched. For indeed, I see the voice of the Adhan as a divine cry. The tones of love are from heaven and cannot be likened to the sound of animals or deafening singing.

Rangga asked his family and all employees to pause their eating rituals to listen and respond to the divine call through the Adhan proclaimed by His servant.

After the Adhan was finished, they raised both palms and prayed.

"Allaahumma robba haadzihid da'watit taammah, washsholaatil qoo-imah, aati muhammadanil washiilata wal fadhiilah, wasysyarofa, wad darajatal, 'aaliyatar rofi'ah, wab'atshu maqoomam mahmuudanil ladzii wa'adtah, innaka laa tukhliful mi'aadz.

O Allah, the Lord who has this perfect call and this established prayer, grant Your bounties to the Prophet Muhammad (most high) and bestow upon him the blessed place you promised."

Rangga moved from a sitting position, followed by his family and all his employees. They rushed to the Fathul Jihad Mosque to fulfill the call of God, performing prayers dzuhur congregation.

Fathul Jihad Mosque is a silver-domed mosque built by Rangga and his friends. Named Fathul Jihad, because in the past the neighborhood of the mosque was often used to apply worship. Not without reason. The mosque stands in a village famous for its thugs and night butterflies. But after the mosque is often visited by ustadz and kyai who preach by embracing not by forcing, then the hearts of thugs and night butterflies touched. They emigrated and fought against despicable habits.

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Feeling tired after a day of activity, shed along with the swift water that radiates from the shower. The face that was originally tangled and the body that felt drained is now refreshed.

Vigorously, Rangga turned the bathroom door handle. Her smile rose as her net gaze stared at the beautiful figure who was already standing waiting. Who else if not Khanza, the conqueror of the heart of Rangga Aditya Fairuz.

Rangga swung his legs, approaching Khanza who greeted him with a smile.

"Mommy baby, tonight we make a very beautiful night. Mumpung baby Azzam and baby Humaira with oma and opanya, we enjoy a long night by performing rituals that some days are delayed," whispered Rangga as he wrapped his hands around the waist of the soulmate.

Khanza returned to smile. She clasped her hands around her husband's neck and stared fixedly at the iris of the eye that had made him fall in love.

"Yes Pi. For tonight, call me Khanza! I miss the early days of our marriage. Even though I always act as I please, you never get hurt. You keep trying to melt my heart." Khanza paused for a moment and put a brief kiss on Rangga's lips.

Rangga curled his lips until his charming smile appeared. He rubbed Khanza's cheeks and changed his lips.

"Alright, Khanza. Tonight, we'll do it like we did the first night. Thank you for accepting me as your priest. Thank you for returning my love."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you, ngga. Because you have been patiently waiting for my love's reply" Khanza said with a small laugh.

"Shall I answer, equally?"

"No. Just answer it with your sweet smile."

"Hmmm all right, Khanza is cute. Before we do that, it means .. I have to wear a moustache and a fake donk beard" Rangga said, chuckling.

"Why?"

"Because on the first night, I was still moustached and had a big beard. Don't-don't, you miss Aditya's figure huh?" Rangga menoel nose pointed at his wife.

"Yes, I miss Aditya. Rangga Aditya Fairuz."

"But the figure you are referring to is now here, Za. I'm always by your side."

"Although you're on the side, but I always miss you. I've always missed your smile, your affection, and your touch. Your love .. opium to me."

CUPS

Rangga fused his lips with Khanza's. The lips of the two are clenched together, delving into the sweet taste that has always been opium.

After removing the pagutan, Rangga held the head of Khanza and read the prayer before intervening.

The two begin the ritual of uniting the body by befriending the light of the goddess of the night, who infiltrates through the cracks of the bedroom windows.

The flow of love tones sound simple when a pair of people who love each other across the ocean of romance, embracing the enjoyment of the paradise of the world that can not be described by the series of words of the poet of love.

Rangga was destined for Khanza, and vice versa. Khanza was destined for Rangga.

Like Adam and Eve, both embrace the love of the spirit and the lawfulness of Him.

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Alhamdulillah can double UP, because the child is on school holidays and is again cool to play with his friends. 😙

Mon sorry, this chapter does not mean to offend anyone huh. Pure heartbreak author 😉🙏

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