Naughty Wife Ustad Handsome
Saving my Wife
Pray to God with true supplication
And upon the will of Allah Shamir suddenly appeared near Shahira. With a fierce face Syamir then prepared to attack the thugs. Syahira was now relieved that Shamir had come to her aid at the right time. Syamir himself then faced the thugs.
“Do not dare disturb my wife.” Threatened Shamir. Stare at those thugs.
“Wes ono pawangne Boss. Opo we brush also pawnangne?” say one of those thugs.
“Strike only.” The thugs then attacked Syamir simultaneously.
In the fight Syamir exerted all his calm. The thugs were really strong, different from the previous thieves. Their attacks were so unpredictable that Syamir was almost overwhelmed in the face of them. Several times Shamir was hit by their attacks but did not make Syamir fall. Shamir was really being gang-raped by those thugs. Now he was hit by an attack by one of the thugs. Seeing the Shamir who is now being bullied Syahira crying out the name of Shamir.
“No! Syam!” Syahira wept lamenting the condition of Shamir who was being ganged and almost fell. Suddenly Syahira sat down and raised his hand to the sky. Syahira prayed to God. Throughout his life, Syahira had never felt this low in asking. Never before has he been this sekhusyuk and sebasrah in pleading for help to the creator. With trembling hands, with broken hearts and rushing tears Shahira prayed to Allah SWT.
“Yes Allah, I really need your help now. I confess my guilt, my sins are many and my prostration is lacking. My heart is still often inattentive in remembering You and my whole body is still imperfect in worshipping You. O Allah, I bow down to You at this moment with all my humility, and I ask You, O Allah, the Most Merciful, where all creatures depend. That you may help Shamir, strengthen him, and save him from the danger that is befalling him. Protect him from the wicked who want to harm him. May you hear and grant my prayers O God, aamiin.”
Syahira closed his prayer by rubbing both of his palms into his face. Tears still bathe her eyelids. His heart still grieved as he looked at the nearly helpless Shamir. Now Syahira can only hope for a miracle that can help Syamir.
“Syam, wakeup! Didn't you promise me you'd take me home? Wake up Sham, Sham strong. Syam can get through all this.”
Miraculously, when Syamir heard the words from Syahira just now suddenly Syamir was back up. With a still shaky body he stood up and strengthened his body, he then launched back attack after attack on the thugs. Even with a battered body, Shamir attacked the thugs blindly. Eventually the thugs fell down one by one. After the thugs fell Syamir then approached Syahira by dragging his feet.
“Syam!” Shahira then hugged Syamir tightly, he was so moved to be able to re-capture Syamir.
“Sya is okay right?” Ask Syamir.
“Do not worry about my condition Syam, I am fine. You came on time. But your condition right now, I'm really sorry, Syam. All this because of me.”
“Don't think like that. Which I've let already.”
“Now we find a seat yes, I will treat your wound.”
The two of them walked out of the narrow alley. They sat on a bench on the side of the road. The time is getting dark now. Syahira is so worried about the condition of Syamir at this time. He hoped there was a passing vehicle they would ride. They can't linger here anymore, afraid that there's a bad guy who shows up like that. It turns out that the desire of Syahira was heard by God. Before long appeared an open tub car transporting Vegetables. Then I tried to stop the car.
Shahira stood in the middle of the street, with his arms waving. The car in front of him stopped. With enthusiasm Syahira then approached the driver. He tapped on the windshield and asked her for help.
“Excuse me Sir.” Syahira tapped on the windshield near the driver.
“Yes, what's up Ma'am?” the driver lowered the car glass.
“Begin Sir, Can we hitch a ride to Mr's car?”
“Where is the Mb going?”
“Ke Jakarta Pak.”
“Oh, can. Coincidentally I also want to go to Jakarta to deliver this vegetable. Yes already climbed Mbak.”
“Thank you very much Sir for the ride.” Syahira shed tears. He did not think that the help of Allah whom Shamir had always spoken was so close. He with a happy feeling then petrified Syamir to get into the open tub car.
“Syam, we are leaving for Jakarta now! There's a car that wants to give us a ride.” With joy Syahira told Syamir.
“Alhamdulillah, Syam glad to hear it Sya.” With a tired tone Syam answered Syahira's words.
Syahira and the driver were also helped by one of the driver's friends and petrified Syamir to get into the open-air car. Between the piles of vegetables they both sat down. The car was driving on a dark night road.
Syamir grimaced in pain as his wounds were treated by Syahira. Slowly Syahira applied the medicine to Syamir's wounds. Fortunately it was just a bruise so it was not too severe. But Syahira was so agitated to see the condition of Shamir now, in his heart he repeatedly blamed himself for this incident. If only he had not run away then Shamir would not have been hurt like this.
“Syam, i’m realy-realy sorry about that. If I wasn't selfish and didn't run away, none of this would have happened. I really did lose a lot to you.”
“Sya don't talk like that. Kan Syam has said that we should not bring up what has happened. Sya also do not blame yourself for everything that has happened yes.”
“But you sacrificed a lot for me Syam. What do I have to pay for everything you've done for me? How could I leave you with everything that has happened.” Now Syahira looked at the man beside her.
“Syam does all that because it has become a duty of Syam as the husband of Sya. Sham must protect, protect, and protect Sya.” What Shamir does is his responsibility as a husband. He had promised to protect Syahira and take her to Jakarta safely
