Marrying my Helper Girl

Curse to Allah!

Rifqy who understood his father's words immediately nodded and at that moment he crashed his body into the Father's body, The young man hugged his Father tightly, and, in order to thank the men who have a typical Arab face.

With a step gontai handsome young man of Arab descent - Indo was walking step by step towards the room of rest that was intended for him all this time, when Rifqy feels tired then there is a place for him to rest without having to work hard and hassle to go home.

He (Rifqy) kept walking and went into the bathroom, after entering the young man who was feeling such a heavy problem immediately flushed his body under the shower without removing the clothes he wore from yesterday. Yes, Rifqy does want to clean the rest of his wife's blood stains contained in his shirt.

Rifqy uses cold water, not warm water. Perhaps by using cold water, it can reduce the pain in the young man's head so that it can subside immediately and will reduce the burden on his shoulder. I don't know! but for sure it won't happen!

All Rifqy can do is pray, pray and pray along with the effort made, the problem of the end result is business later.

Rifqy smiled faintly as she looked at the reflection of her reflection behind the bathroom glass in the President Director's Room of Her Father's Hospital. Really he was sick to see his appearance was so messy plus, the wounds that were on the backs of his hands. Rifqy grimaced a little in pain as the cold water touched the gaping wound he had not had time to treat and had not yet been wrapped in bandages, along with the cold running water, blood also flows when it has previously dried because of air. What an ironic life Rifqy! must be a lot of pain if anyone to see or look at the wound on both palms.

"It's so sad my life!" muttered Rifqy with a slanted smile, it is indeed a very cruel world.

The young man with the status of Director and the Surgeon raised both hands to the reflection of the glass in front of his eyes that was parallel to the clean white and handsome face, to be able to show a glass that it is really sad appearance at this time, even though he has cleaned himself but it still looks very sad from the look of his face that is upset.

When he was finished with the ritual clean - clean his body after almost 1 day 1 night did not clean his body, finally Rifqy relieved had taken the time to indulge his tired body even just for a moment.

He (Rifqy) came out of the bathroom and walked to a place of clothing next to which there is also a place of worship for him if he really wants to perform the prayer while there is still a lot of work.

Huhhh

heavy breathing from Rifqy's mouth came out also when he was ready with cocoa clothes, sarong, peci and also prayer mats that had been in his title towards the qibla since earlier.

And the foot of the level has stood on a plain prayer mat to start the step by step worship that will be done to pour out all grievances and ask for guidance on the way out of the problems faced That young man.

With the intention and speech of Allahu akbar from his mouth while raising his hands in line with his ears, Rifqy began to pray Sunah to ask for guidance to the Almighty and the Giver of the way out of all problems.

He did the same thing over and over again as a Muslim when he was praying to the last raka'at and did the salutation followed by a head to the right and then to the left.

Now it's Rifqy!

Chanting Dhikr by calling Asma Allah and Sholawat Prophet together with a hand that continues to move shifting small round objects that are strung together into one with a strong thread, and, yes, the prayer beads are in Rifqy's hold at this time. To be able to calm his heart that was restless and agitated from yesterday night, the chanting of Dzikir and Sholawat who came out very softly was beautiful if someone wanted to listen carefully.

Dzikir and Sholawat who was chanted by Rifqy really touched his own heart, he immediately pressed the tip of the eye associated with the nose with the thumb and index finger so that the clear liquid could not come out again, but what is the power of Him!

He is also a creature of God!

A creature destined to be strong!

Fated to toughen up!

But..

Deep down, the man could also cry for a certain thing.

The young man of Arab descent - Sunda was raising both hands up in line in front of his face. All He does is Speak and Pray to the giver of life and who has everything in this world.

With the accompaniment of sobs without a sound Rifqy continues to pour out his heart and remove uneg - uneg that stuck in the deepest heart. His tears just fell from his eyes as he began to confide in the Khalik about the problem at hand.

One thing is certain!

If it's love for a creature, don't love it too much!

God is jealous if a servant gives his love to a fellow creature, and not to God. So with one sentence 'Kun fayakun' then in an instant all will be taken back to Him.

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While in the Rifqy Room that is like a broken ship, there are still Parents and Dimas, Friends and Adopts Rifqy, who still hope - please worry about Rifqy in there. They were afraid that something would happen to the young man, because it had been almost an hour or so out as well.

Mother who parnoan people had thought about her son, but denied by Father and calmed by Dimas.

Mommy is seen biting her lower lip while twisting strongly - strong gamis she uses.

"Well! why doesn't Rifqy come out?" ask Mother with a feeling of uneasiness.

His eyes turned to the right and left like he was thinking like that.

"Dad! don't don't don't..."

"Husses!" embracing the body of Mother into the embrace of Father.

"Don't think of anything, Bun! Our son would never do such a stupid thing!" take Daddy with mixed language.

"Bun, Rifqy wouldn't do such a thing!

Dimas sure of it! Rifqy is a strong and unyielding young man, Bun!

So He can not do something as stupid as that, which can harm himself and can make Mother and Father also sad." persuaded Dimas to calm Mother, so as not to think like - sort of.

Mother can only nod with an forced smile.

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