Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)
Mama Khansa's?
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My life in this world is only once
Surrounded by divine secrets
The time-siluit has sounded clinking
Wake me to the sacred story
A story between you, me and the destiny of our Lord.
Which was discovered accidentally and allegedly
Perhaps, the fingers of fate have been trained and trained
Confronting the opposite sex on his dazzling soul mate.
Because when I look at you for the first time
I have fallen so deep
Perhaps this is what first love says
I don't know
This heart says momentarily dissolved by circumstances
Quiet the taste that starts to light up
Grip each large head that feels
The first love I never knew
Now comes again
Is that really Rob?
A man named Ramadhan
who will forever be my Imam.
And Hilal? What do I think is my first and last love? Turns out it wasn't
It turned out that I was still given the chance to rediscover a fragment of the past that I thought, would never be able to find again.
Khansa is already in the city park, but the time has not shown at 16:00
it's still 15 minutes away. Khansa had come early.
He wanted to remember his childhood for a moment.
Time when he has not decided to be a bitch and defiant.
Slowly Khansa closed her eyes, breathing the air in the park which was then very light.
The park surrounded by many trees with green grass in each view makes Khansa much more relaxed.
The balanced Yin and Yan energies seemed to make Khansa's body and mind feel lighter.
Still with closed eyes, though,
slowly Khansa's memory returns to the events of 10 years ago.
Abah scolded when Aisyah accidentally fell while playing a bicycle with him.
Makes Khansa cry and run around somewhere.
Meet Azka at a crossroads.
Knowing that the message was not answered by Khansa, Azka decided to look for Khansa whose cottage location was not so far from the Azka housing complex.
Finally he and Azka headed for the city park.
Azka tries to comfort Khansa's grief, but she tries to comfort Khansa's grief,
even though the implementation is so alot.
Azka managed to make Khansa smile back.
Knowing that his dear friend had relaxed, Azka decided to buy Khansa ice cream.
Until finally the accident happened.
Khansa felt an unusual rush of blood
he began to remember more clearly the face of the little man who was covered in blood before him as he was playing around.
Her own gaze, her face that had begun to look handsome despite her young age.
Her worried face was so adorable.
And finally the guilty face that he offered while being pulled away.
Without excuse the tears fell from those beautiful closed eyes.
The touch felt palpable wiping away the tears on her cheeks.
The surprised Khansa opened both her eyes.
And finally, the face he was remembering ten years ago was clearly displayed before him.
A small smile rose from Khansa's lips.
The little man's face was getting more handsome as he grew up.
The look in those eyes, Khansa just noticed it.
The eyes of the owner never changed.
Khansa's hand includes the hand of Ramadan holding both cheeks.
Ramadan's offer to his wife who has shed some of those tears.
Khansa slowly shook her head, "Wa'alaikumsalam my husband, I'm not tired dear. I just remember our meeting 10 years ago, I just realized it. That the look in the eyes of the little man to the adult who is currently in front of me remains the same. But I was too late to realize it. Instead I even linger hating and resenting the man." Khansa's remorse is very visible from the look on her face.
"Dear enough, I was wrong about this too. Too long to find you back.
And because of my arrival in your life, you have to have a stab wound like this." This time Ramadhan's wistful gaze pointed at Khansa's abdomen and tried to gently rub her.
Khansa wiped her tears, then opened the box with Nutella's still-warm brownie. "Darling, I have brownies. Hehehehe, Akh-open his mouth." Khansa ordered the cake in front of the mouth of Ramadan.
"Bismillah" Ramadhan opened his mouth and ate a cookie from Khansa.
"Darling to know where I'd like a Nutella-coated brownie from 10?"
"There are" replied Khansa casually while biting a piece of cake in her hand.
"Jawab dong darling, I'm curious."
Say Ramadhan that has already been to that.
"I'm sorry baby before, I-I
I know how much I love those brownies from Reza. But to find out the love of love from the age of 10, I asked Hafiz, hehehehe. Honey don't be mad."
Khansa was worried that her husband would be angry.
"I'm not angry, I'm happy if baby wants to know more about me. But next time dear no need to ask that to Reza and Hafiz. Just ask me, baby, God willing I'll answer everything without anything I cover anymore."
Ramadhan stroked Khansa's head, wrapped in a white hijab.
"Okay baby" That beautiful smile became the most beautiful sight that Ramadan looked at at that time.
"We take a walk dear, it seems the air and the weather are supportive today for us to walk around the park field this city."
Take Ramadan while holding the hand of the woman he loves so much.
Khansa nodded slowly and embraced her husband's hand. I don't know why she felt this time she loved her husband so easily.
The two men seem to be repeating their childhood.
Ramadhan bought Khansa pop sweet corn, gulali and Arum sweet grandma hair.
"Well, my wife is at risk of developing diabetes. My sweet wife is now a sweet snack. Wouldn't it be this sweet?" Ramadhan mocked his wife who was busy eating sweet Arum grandmother's hair.
"Hehehehehe dear must also maem, this is delicious lo. So it was the same as childhood. The time when I still don't know it turns out being an adult is hard." Khansa lowered her gaze.
Ramadhan hugged his wife's shoulder, "From now on, tomorrow onwards this burden on my shoulder will be my burden as well.
Happiness in my heart is also my happiness.
This pain in my heart became my pain as well."
Honestly, right now, I want to kiss your sweet lips, Khansa, but we're outside right now.
"Darling," Ramadan remains in its dark daydreams. "Darling with Azaghfirullah." Khansa slightly raised the volume of her words.
"Ah-ye baby?" Ramadan has just come out of his mind.
"Definitely love thinking about another woman again?"
Khansa.
"Astaghfirullah, it won't be dear. In my brain in my heart there's only a Khansa."
Kekeh Ramadan.
"Get ojek while carrying mangoes,
brother Ramadhan ugly Khansa's got."
Khansa started hanging out at her husband.
"Dribbling the duck with happiness,
Although aa' Ramadan is bad, but this is the result of hemisphere and heaven. Hahaha,"
"Ah crisp, ga funny." Khansa.
"Yes obviously not funny baby, funny people have been taken dear all." Ramadhan kissed the soft head of his wife.
"Mama Khansa!"
The voice of a very beautiful little boy about 4/5 years old was shouting to call mama Khansa with sparkling eyes.
Who is this beautiful little boy?
Khansa's son?
Find the answer in the next episode.
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