Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)
A Flash of Ramadan
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The restlessness haunting the contents of Fitria's heart was actually that night. But he can't do much. Boby's cell phone number is completely dead and can't be reached.
That night Fitria tried to find Boby to his apartment, but he had pressed the bell thousands of times without seeing Boby open the door of his apartment.
Fitria was at a loss to tell this to whom. If you have to call Khansa to ask Ramadhan where Boby is, Fitria is very embarrassed.
His occasional message Khansa sends to him is just info if he can't practice the morning.
"Well, maybe I'll wait for Boby to call me tomorrow. I don't know why I'm so worried about him this time, even though he's not a kid anymore." Phythria spoke to her own heart.
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"Honesty and truth about what Ramadan needs from me? During the course of this matchmaking and will marriage I never hid and lied anything to my brother Ramadan. It is precisely the brother of Ramadan who hides a lot of things from me." Khansa squinted her eyes at her husband, who accused her of something.
"It seems I was wrong to have given you whole coconut water one fruit like this. You have the power to look at me with a pouncing lion-like gaze upon me."
Ramadan elak who this time himself was cornered by that gaze.
"Since when has Ramadhan been following me?"
"From the beginning you left the house without my permission."
Khansa was silent, there were no words in her brain to refute this.
"I will ask you many questions, can you swear to answer them with all the honesty you have?"
"Without being told to swear I will also answer honestly, continue coldly like this to me brother Ramadhan. Don't blame me if my love for you I take it back from my heart." Khansa tried to threaten her husband who had outrageously cold this attitude.
"Did you ever sleep with another man before marriage?"
Khansa reflexively stood up, but the swish of her blood flow seemed to be jammed. His circulatory path suddenly red-lighted all, the motors that carried the flow of oxygen in his blood automatically stopped. It was enough to make Khansa sit back where it was originally.
Khansa's hands shook, the crowns on her head felt frozen. "So the reason my brother Ramadhan changed his attitude to me, because brother Ramadhan accused me of not being a virgin? Accusing me of sleeping with another man? Astaghfirullah, the thing I was once afraid of turned out to be true." The local rain instantly fell on Khansa's pretty face.
"I'm not accusing, I'm just asking Khansa."
"What difference? If Ramadan's brother only asks, there shouldn't be any need to stay away from me like this!"
Khansa who has lost patience to think that if as far as she explains, surely her husband will not immediately believe her explanation.
He reached into his bag and pulled out his phone to contact someone.
π Assalamualaikum Azka, Turkey,
π Wa'alaikumsalam Khansa, are you crying? You where? What the hell is going on with you? Share location, I'll pick you up soon.
Oh Azka, even your attitude from a long time ago has never changed for me.
You always worry about me if I cry.
I'm a woman who does not know this self does not even know how to reply to you until now πππ
Khansa rubbed the grievous rough tears that continued to pour.
πI'm fine Azka, I need Hilal's address. Where is he at this hour? Home or office? Khansa asked with doubt.
πI call Hilal first, to make sure he's where. I will share the location of Khansa. Don't see him alone, soon my practice hours are over. I'll accompany you to meet Hilal.
The phone connection was closed unilaterally by Khansa.
"Sir Ramadhan needs honesty and truth, right? I won't explain it myself. Hilal will explain it to Ramadhan's brother, follow my car from behind." Khansa said coldly and left the handsome man who was still standing waiting for an answer.
Why should I look for Hilal Khansa?
Who else is Hilal?
After Hafiz and Azka, there is now an increase in the name of the man who must remember Ramadan, namely Hilal.
You should be able to explain yourself to me without the need for Khansa's interference.
Ramadhan immediately ran towards Khansa's car, lucky his wife had not yet driven the car.
Brugh!
The door was closed a little taut then in an automatic lock by Ramadan, and he immediately snatched the steering chair from Khansa.
"What are you doing for Ramadan? You have your own car, why did you snatch the steering chair" the unfinished Khansa spoke, forced to be unable to continue her words any longer.
His lips became the main target of the lightning-filled swoop of a Ramadan.
Great passion so filled the mind of Ramadan at that time
Unknowingly in his warm embrace stroked Khansa's body which shook violently
Make him swept away in the flow of beauty on his lips
***** which so sharply soaked his mouth
As if to invite Khansa to go deeper
With closeness that is becoming
And don't feel like lips are fused
The touch of your lips, it's making me float
The world has changed as if it were heaven. Frozen anger seemed to melt in his contest.
Khansa and Ramadhan actually dissolve in a kiss that had been cold tempered into hot temperatures.
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Addressing the attitude of the Prophet and his wife, in the book The Romantic Acts of the Prophet, is told once Aisha spoke loudly and loudly to the Prophet from behind the room. Abu Bakr as-Siddiq who was visiting the house of the Prophet knew that his son, Aisha and son-in-law, Prophet Muhammad SAW were fighting.
In response, Abu Bakr asked the Prophet's permission to see his daughter. When Aisyah was in front of him, she raised her hand about to hit Aisyah because of her attitude earlier. However, the Prophet prevented that.
The next day, when he came again to the house they saw that Aisha and the Prophet had made up. They are no longer at odds like yesterday.
It is also said that once, the Prophet was angry with Aisha for one or two things. Then the Prophet asked Aisha to close her eyes and come closer. Instantly it made him anxious because he thought he would be scolded by the Prophet. But his fear was not proven.
"My Khumaira (the dear call of the Prophet to Aisha) has gone away my anger after embracing you" said the Prophet.
From the story above, can be plucked wisdom wise attitude husband when his wife is angry. First, it doesn't involve anyone else. Second, eliminate anger by holding his wife.
Hopefully we can learn a lot and imitate the household of the Prophet to be able to apply it to our household life every day.
