Marriage Without Love (Khanza Story)

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The universe is also happy for the birth of the little angel, the baby of the couple Rangga and Khanza. The little male angel named Rakha Aditya Ramadhan. Rakha is taken from the name Rangga-Khanza, while Aditya Ramadhan means a clever, determined, and wise man born in the holy month of Ramadan.

Rama, the affectionate call given by Khanza to his youngest son.

"Happy milad my priest, my lover, my husband, my heart's support, the papi of my three children, may always be given health, breadth of fortune, long life, and, mawadah, warohmah." Sincere prayers are said from the lips of Khanza for men who have offered a beautiful love story, although it may not be as beautiful as the love story of Rama and Sinta, or the story of the Prophet and Ayesha. She ... Rangga Adithya Fairuz's. A man who tirelessly fights for love is accompanied by a thread of prayer in one third of the night.

"Aamiin ya Robb. Thank you, dear Mommy," replied Rangga while anchoring a kiss on Khanza's forehead.

"Sorry Pi, mommy forgot so has not prepared a special gift for Papi. Supposedly, yesterday mommy congratulated and gave a special gift --" Khanza said. His face was rimmed. She felt guilty that she had forgotten that very special day for her husband.

A smile rose to decorate Rangga's face. He rubbed Khanza's cheek and returned to the kiss.

"Mi, it's only natural that Mommy forgot. Yesterday, Mommy fought to give birth to our son. For papi, the birth of baby Rama is a very special gift from God and Mommy. Therefore, it was Papi who should have said a word of thanks to Mommy. Thank you for giving birth to our three children, thank you for returning your love, thank you for being a wife and a great mommy."

Rangga's words touch the taste niche. Until the dew that frames the eyelids, falls wet the face of Saqueena Khanza Humaira.

Rangga and Khanza hugged each other, immersing the taste that touched the warm feeling to the heart.

"Assalamu'alaikum-" A successful greeting diverts the attention of Rangga and Khanza. Both of them then broke their arms and returned their greetings.

"Wa'allaikumsalam. Dad, Mommy--"

Abimana and Kirana came. They came with two very adorable grandchildren. Who else if not the twins, Azzam and Humaira.

Rangga moved from a sitting position and kissed the back of his two in-laws' hands alternately. Then he embraced Azzam and Humaira and showered the cheeks of his two hearts with a kiss, spilling longing.

"Congratulations, dear Khanza. Father and Mother are very happy for the birth of your son" Kirana said, hugging Khanza and kissing his daughter's head.

The hand that was originally dangling was lifted to return the embrace of the mother. The two women of different generations hugged each other to create a sense of haru that enveloped the entire inner space.

After Kirana released a hug, Abimana changed to say congratulations and hugged Khanza's body. He kissed the head of his daughter with love.

Khanza is increasingly happy because of the outpouring of affection and attention of his parents. In his mind he exalted gratitude to God for the immeasurable grace. Loved by a man who approaches the word perfect, has parents who are wise, great, and very fond of him, and has three hearts that complement happiness.

After Abimana broke his arms, Khanza slowly moved out of bed to embrace the bodies of his two children, Azzam and Humaira. He spilled his longing by bringing his two hearts into the fold. Then he showered the twins' faces with a kiss.

"Mommy kangen, honey." Khanza tightened his arms to make his two hearts feel tight.

"Mom, Azzam and Humaira were also absent. But don't be like this donk! Azzam sesek," protested Azzam who had the support of Humaira.

"Yes Mom. Humaira is also a sesek."

Immediately Khanza stretched his arms. He commented on the smile and menoel nose pointed both of his heart.

"Sorry, Honey. Because it's too kangen .. mommy holds you very tightly. Here, love mommy kiss!"

Muachhhhh

Azzam and Humaira comply with mommy's request. Azzam kissed the left cheek. Humaira kissed the right cheek.

Khanza's smile expands accompanied by twinkle of the eye which implies a sense of haru mixed happily. "I love you too, Azzam and Humaira love Papi-Mommy" he replied.

The sound of baby Rama's cry distracts everyone in the room, not least Khanza. He immediately grabbed the body of the baby who was in the baby box and took him into a sling.

"Mommy's son, thirsty huh?" Khanza smiled and kissed baby Rama's cheeks. He again landed the weight of the body on the bed, then unbuttoned the shirt and quickly gave his baby.

"Wahhhhh, Dedek drank very strong," said Azzam while gently rubbing the head of his youngest brother. Humaira followed what her twin did. Gently rubbing the head of baby Rama.

"Drink slowly, Dek! Mas Azzam and Mbak Humaira did not ask for kog. Just a little bit of a bite."

Azzam's chattering tickled his sense of hearing, so Khanza chuckled softly. The statement of 'fruits falling not far from the tree', as if to Azzam. Although not even six years old, Azzam is so similar to Rangga. From the face, behavior, to how to speak the same. Khanza hopes that later if Azzam has grown up, his loyalty and the glory of his heart are the same as Rangga ....

Khanza restyled the buttons and handed baby Rama to her mother after she finished breastfeeding.

"Good day." A nun entered the room followed by some of her colleagues. They brought a bouquet of love-shaped red roses.

"Mrs Khanza, this is a bouquet of roses for you" said one of the sisters named Mery. He handed over a bouquet of red roses he brought to Khanza. While Mery's colleagues put all the bouquets of red roses they carry on the nightstand and sofa.

"Make me? Everything, Sus?" Khanza asked while receiving a bouquet of red roses from Mery's hand.

"Yes, ma'am" she replied with a smile.

"really? Seriously Sus?"

Mery returned a smile and nodded slowly. "Yes, Madam. All this bouquet of roses as your anniversary-wedding gift with your husband."

"Who are all these bouquets of roses from, Sus?" Khanza's voice sounded vibrating.

"Of course from your husband Madam. Mr. Rangga."

"Pi, really?" Khanza led his gaze towards the man who had been standing at the side of the bed.

Rangga published a smile and blinked his eyelids. "Yes, dear Mommy. All this bouquet of roses .. from papi. Mommy likes it, right?"

Khanza. His tongue felt faint to just reply to the question that was written from Rangga's lips. Only the twinkle in his eyes represented the strand of the word he wanted to say as an expression of taste that filled the niche of taste. Khanza happy. Even very happy with the surprise given by Rangga.

Happiness for the sake of happiness that is present makes Khanza increasingly believe, that the destiny etched by God is the best for him.

A marriage that begins without love, does not always immerse a person into the pit of pain and sadness. Like the love story of Rangga and Khanza ....

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Happy age my husband, my priest, the father of my daughter. Congratulations to us too. Because today is a very special day for us. Exactly nine years ago, we made a sacred promise before the ruler, putting together a love story for his riddho and kosher ....

Happy anniversary, my husband. I unceasingly thank God for bringing us together and allowing us to live together. May our family be given His happiness and blessings.

Thank you to those of you who always feel enough just by my presence. Thank you for the ears and arms that are always there. Thank you for being a conversation partner, sharing your feelings, and exchanging stories. And thank you for choosing me to live with you ....

Ayuwidia

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Mon sorry if scattered typo 😉🙏