MY HUSBAND IS A VICTIM OF MY IN-LAWS CRIMES
TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF FOR THE FAMILY
POV Hana's
Last night after the arrival of om rusdi and ustadz rizal to our house and get the shirk that was deliberately put by ica mas jaka's sister so heart hurt her own brother finally the objects in the annihilate by ustadz rizal without our desire to reciprocate their treatment, after we mengikhlaskan their treatment then the ustadz burned the objects until charred unceremoniously.
After that we all read certain surahs following the reading of ustadz rizal in the hope of protection from God, put the verse calligraphy chair in some places but because we do not have it then instead we turn on mp3 al-qur'an each of our hp, and we,that night om rusdi and ustadz rizal permission to stay at our house with the intention to be on guard after burning these shirk objects.
When the morning dawn of prayer we immediately pray the morning congregation with ustadz rizal as the priest, after my prayer prepare three cups of warm tea and a plate of fried bananas that I just fried warm.
"Ustadz, . please drink the tea while warm and the fried bananas are also warm new in the fry.."tawarku on om rusdi and ustadz rizal.
"Thank you mbak hana, oh yes mas jaka... how did it feel this morning?"ask ustadz rizal on mas jaka.
"Alhamdulillah is better and more comfortable, ustadz.my sleep is better, ustadz.." replied mas jaka.
"Alhamdulillah then, but we do not fall asleep mas.buy the calligraphy verse chair some fruit yes mas, yes, if you can today and turn on mp3 of the Qur'an at least at dawn and maghrib ya mas.."clear ustadz rizal at length.
"God willing ustadz, we will buy it later."reply mas jaka while smiling at om rusdi and ustadz rizal.
"Mom, breakfast is ready, ma'am.."we're happy with our mbok inem art.
"Yes mbok,om and ustadz let's have breakfast first.."tawar I am friendly.
"Wow mbak hana, we become troublesome." said ustadz rizal disinclined.
"Not really ustadz, even though we like to host ustadz.."I replied while walking to drive them to the kitchen.
"Well, my favorite is this... hehehe.." joked om rusdi on mbok inem.
That morning we had breakfast onion fried rice plus eggs made by mbok inem, children until added so much like even om rusdi did not want to lose making me feel happy different this morning.
"Sorry ustadz if I ask you a little personally." I said after we finished breakfast.
"Yes mbak, not pa-pa...that's what mbak?" ask ustadz rizal.
"Ustadz is married?"tanyaku seriously.
"Not yet mbak.." said ustadz rizal while looking down sad.
"Duh.maaf ustadz if my question makes ustadz sad.."i'm sorry.
"No pa-pa mbak, next time I tell you.." replied ustadz rizal with a smile but I saw tears in the corner of his eyes.
"No pa-pa ustadz, consider us the ustadz family." - I smiled.
"Ustadz rizal is an only child and orphan, hana.." replied om rusdi.
"O Allah, consider us Ustadz brothers yes." said my husband.
"Yes mas, thank you.rizal lives in the teacher's house with friends,mas.." said rizal with a smile.
"Yes rizal, consider us your family." said om rusdi while hugging the handsome young man's shoulder, we also smiled in happiness because we have a new brother.
