Not as Beautiful as Angan

Thanks to Mr. Ustadz

"Wrongly how about Mr. Ustadz?

Is loving that a mistake? What's wrong with loving Cempaka?" Yanto asked back.

"Before I explain what is wrong about your love, it is better to drink this water first, let your heart be a little calm to receive all the explanations from me later" In a soft voice, mr. Ustadz offered him water which had been filled with Ruqyah verses.

Of course with the aim that Janto is not hard-hearted, and willing to take advice from him.

Without refuting, Yanto also received a glass of water offered by Mr. Ustadz. Then he drank it until it was gone.

"If loving is not wrong! As long as you love who you should love! That is, your wife and son. Don't just love! Like you are today, love the wrong person. That would cause a disaster. Just imagine! Three women are bound to get hurt, aren't you thinking that way? Three women, will suffer, and maybe they will curse you, you will sin, will you bear the sin of hurting three women's hearts at once?" Admonished Mr. Ustadz, he tried to dive into his heart Yanto who had begun to look worried.

Yanto was silent, as he was thinking.

"Now try to ponder, if your daughter is approaching, and the man already has a child and a wife. Likes to drink, likes to get drunk too. I'm sure you won't approve. And also, I'm pretty sure, his son won't accept it either. Nah! Just like Cempaka now, obviously his parents will not approve of him, and Cempaka will not accept your love either. Because, your love is misdirected!" Ustadz said at length.

He did not give the opportunity to speak to Yanto.

"Try, think well, with a cold heart and head. Is it true everything I said? If so, return to your wife's child immediately. And, leave neng Cempaka! Love what you should love! That is, your wife and son! Your family!" Said Mr. Ustadz slowly.

As he said, Mr. Ustadz continued to pray the holy verses of the Qur'an.

Praying to Allah SWT, With hope, Yanto will soften and open his heart.

"Pity your wife, your children, your parents and yourself! Because, if you are constantly selfish with your desires, it means you do not love your children and your wife, you also do not love yourself. Look at your son, wife and parents!" Continue Mr. Ustadz again.

Yanto was silent not a single sound. His eyes stared into the distance, not sure what? And I don't know what he's thinking.

Once he lowered his head, not commenting.

"Hows it? Do you love your wife and daughter?" Ask Mr. Ustadz.

Yanto nodded slowly.

"Imagine your son and wife, imagine his face, imagine the first time you meet your wife, the time you want to get her love, her attention and her affection"

"Imagine the time you expected him to accept you, when you wanted to ask him to, when you said the Qabul hijab in front of the ruler and the witnesses, your family and neighbors and relatives. Just imagine that, imagine when you found out that your wife was pregnant, contained the seeds of your love, then nine months later your wife gave birth to a tiny baby, as a father, you must be happy" Mr. Ustadz paused for a bit, he wanted to know his reaction Yanto.

"You always held her, held her, that little baby was so funny. The more the day the baby grows into a cute little boy with his babble. Every time you come home from work, your wife and children will pick her up in front of your house, calling Papah in his lisp. Remember and imagine all of that! Will you hurt her heart? Hurt feelings? Can you tear apart his soul and conscience?

Think back to it" Gently said Mr. Ustadz.

"Think, before it's too late" said Mr. Ustadz again.

"Imagine and remember, the mother who has been pregnant with you for nine months, ten days.

With great difficulty he brought you here.

Your father, make a living to support you. Do you have the heart to make them disappointed because of your treatment? Surely you will not bear it" Mr. Ustadz continued his talk.

Little by little Mr. Ustadz gave his advice.

Providing input if needed, to make Yanto realize all his mistakes.

"A husband is a leader for his wife and children. Because it is to be a priest

or a good leader, who becomes the ruler of those we lead. Be a good example for your children and wife, as well as the environment around where we live" continued Mr. Ustadz again.

It seemed that Yanto had been touched by his heart, within his two eyelids appeared to be inundated with clear liquid, which seemed to be already unbearable, wanting to burst onto the surface.

Finally, one by one the clear points were shed as well as wetting both sides of his cheeks.

Yanto crying.

"Pak Ustadz" Bu Sekar seemed surprised to see the scene that occurred in front of his eyes.

"Leave it, mom. He is remembering and imagining the people he should love, and he loves" Mr. Ustadz said calmly.

Some sa'at Yanto shed tears. He seems to be regretting all his actions

all this time.

Cempaka, Ms. Sekar and Mr. Ustadz, watched it by looking at each other.

A sense of wonder, shock and millions of questions filled his mind Cempaka and Bu Sekar. If Mr. Ustadz, it should have known and understood.

"Why is she crying? Does he cry regretting his actions, or is it crying because he cannot have Cempaka who has been his target all this time?" Cempaka.

Cempaka was still terrified, afraid that Yanto would not take advice from Mr. Ustadz.

Afraid of anger and rebellion, for then he went berserk like time - time ago.

Slowly Yanto raised his head which had been bowed since.

With the back of his hand, he rubbed the point of tears that constantly shed.

He turned his eyes towards Cempaka.

Slowly he got down from his seat, until he sat on the floor. Both of his hands he is engaged in front of his chest.

Cempaka backed off, he was still scared.

"Neng Cempaka, forgive me!"

He said slowly and faltered.

After that, he approached Bu Sekar, unexpected and unexpected, he embraced his legs bu Sekar while crying and begging ma'af.

"I'm sorry, mother" he said, continuing with a sobbing cry.

Who witnessed the event,

also dissolved in the newness.

"Yes already, I'm sorry. Already, no need to cry. Importantly, do not repeat again until at any time, continue to love your children, your wife and your whole family" said Bu Sekar softly.

"Neng Cempaka, will you forgive me?" He asked Cempaka.

The rest of the tears are still there.

"Yes, I'm sorry. But, do not repeat again, even to anyone" said Cempaka.

"Thank you Cempaka, mother, and also thank you Mr. Ustadz" a sincere thank you speech came out of his lips Yanto.

"Together, Alhamdulillah O Allah, You have granted all my prayers" Cempaka gave a happy thanksgiving. Because, he had now escaped from what he feared.

"Allah is God, both son of Yanto. Make this a very valuable lesson, said Bu Sekar.

"Together, thank God, Allah's Word has been poured out on you. Take care and fertilize the direction, hold it firmly so as not to be released again" said Mr. Ustadz.

Our hearts were all relieved as if apart from the heavy burden.

"Geez!" Cempaka breathed a sigh of relief. The world is now on his side.

Cempaka is very happy, apart from the person who will make him suffer for the rest of his life. Will destroy

his soul and his feelings.

Apart from the male figure that will make his life fall apart.

"In that case, I want to say goodbye first. I remember my wife and son. I want to embrace her immediately" Yanto said.

"Oia please! Please! They must have been waiting for you since then" Cempaka welcomed his words Yanto.

Yes son, go home! Meet your son and wife" said Mr. Ustadz.

"I go home first, Assalamualaikum" Yanto stood up and said his greetings before he finally left his house Bu Sekar.

"Waalaikumsalam" We all answered him with a feeling of pleasure and happiness.

He left the host who looked so happy.

Everyone who was there, could breathe out in relief.

"Allah, thank God" Cempaka to prostrate himself, so pleased.

"Then, excuse me

mom, neng Cempaka. Because everything is done" said Mr. Ustadz.

"Yes, Mr. Ustadz, thank you very much for everything. Because Mr. Ustadz, he became aware of his mistake" said Bu Sekar.

"Thank you Mr. Ustadz, my ma'af has been troublesome Mr. Ustadz" said Cempaka.

"Absolutely not troublesome, it has become an obligation as a Muslim, reminding and helping other Muslims.

Assalamualaikum" said Mr. Ustadz saying goodbye.

"Waalaikumsalam" Sahut Cempaka and bu Sekar, with a smile that expands on their lips.

"Finally, I got away from this complicated matter, ma'am" Cempaka seemed so happy.

"Mother is the same, my son! Mom is so happy. Wish, aah! I have no power to imagine it. But thank God now everything is done. Hopefully he does not bother you anymore yes son yes" Ms. Sekar hugged Cempaka affectionately.

"Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am" said Cempaka, hugging her mother back

"Assalamualaikum" Suddenly the voice of a woman who said hello.

"Waalaikumsalam" replied bu Sekar and Cempaka together.

Both looked towards the direction of the sound.

The voice of a woman!

The voice of Carnation, his sister Cempaka.

"Sir Cempaka, no work?" Carnations asked as astonished.

"Anyelir, I work nights. This just came home" said Cempaka, his face did not escape the shock. For a long time he had not seen his brother.

"You, Carnation. How are you, son?" Welcome to Sekar.

"Alhamdulillah, good ma'am" he answered.

"Law!" Carnations like nausea to vomit. A few sa'at later.

"You why? You sick?" Cempaka immediately approached his sister.

Cempaka panicked to see his sister

like the one in pain.

"What's up, brother, how's brother doing?" Carnations back inquired with a reddish met face like one that harbored shame.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm fine" Cempaka said. She looked at her sister's face, she was astonished by her sister's red face.

"Actually you are why? You seem to be unwell"

Cempaka frowned, his eyes looking at her face Anyelir in astonishment.

"That's okay, brother" said Carnations again. He also sat next to his brother.

"How many months have we not met? Looks like you're at home living in Lightning's grandmother's house! Potatoes already have his grandmother Lightning, forgets the same us" Cempaka joked.

"Emh, almost a year old!"Said Anyelir, his brother's joke makes him like a nervous, go awry.

"Nearly that year with you, boy! When with his mother or others, he often met. Because, once every two weeks he likes to come here, in sa'at you are not at home" Bathinnya bu Sekar.

Bu Sekar could not say anything, he just kept quiet while

looking at his two children.

"For almost a year, haven't you felt awkward or awkward? It's not our grandmother, it's your husband's grandmother"

Cempaka asked in wonder

"It's nothing, brother. He's very nice"…

"Law!" Carnation looks like a queasy again.

"Actually, what are you sick with? How come! As the nausea was about to vomit" Cempaka asked again.

"Maybe catch a cold, brother!" Carnation Sahut.

" Have you taken your medicine, not yet?" Tanya Cempaka, so considerate to his sister.

"Already brother" Sahut Carnation.

"Thank God then, maybe the medicine has not reacted" Cempaka said.

"Yes my sister"'Sahut Cempaka .

"May I get well soon. Uh, you seem a little thin, huh?" Cempaka looked at the body of the carnation.

"Ah this brother, no! I stay this way!'

"Yes already, maybe the eyes of the brother who was wrong to see" Cempaka did not extend his words.

"Huaah, Allahu Akbar. I'm so sleepy" Cempaka yawns so sleepy.

"So I'm not sleeping, let me wake up soon" said Anyelir told Cempaka to go to sleep immediately. There is something to talk about with his mother.

"Mother I want to sleep first, Carnation, stay first huh. Big sister sleepy, Assalamualaikum" Cempaka left his mother and sister, heading to his room.

"Waalaikumsalam, what a beautiful dream!" Carnations joke.

"Thank you" Cempaka said.

Of course this makes Carnations happy. Because, he was free to say everything, unbeknownst to his brother who almost two years ago, in his footsteps secretly.

Without the slightest suspicion, Cempaka passed towards his room.

"Mom, we move on yu chat"

Anyelir invited Bu Sekar not to talk there.

Because, the living room with her room Cempaka, the distance is not too far, she was afraid that her conversation was heard by her brother.

"Come boy! I also do not know what to say if your brother knows, that he has been stepped on by you secretly" replied Bu Sekar whispering.

They then moved to the kitchen, so that it was a bit far from his room Cempaka.

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