Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)
New Beginning
Happy re-show, happy-tu
I-I'm listening." Khansa sat back in her seat.
Hearing that a girl as small as Naura was suffering from a serious and extremely deadly illness was shocking and felt extremely unfair.
Why should a girl as small as Naura?
Not just me?
I would have such a disease, because I already have a scar that turns out to be risky for my life in the future, just waiting for time.
Not with Naura, her future is still far-reaching. He deserves to be happy, he has the right to grow up just like any other child.
"The one-night incident with Yuta first, it was really Khansa's accident. I was really framed, but until now I have not found the culprit at all. All the evidence points to Yuta."
"I'm willing to listen about Naura, not about you guys." Khansa said with a fiery feeling.
"But it was originally Khansa, so you should still know and listen to my true explanation. Yuta gave birth to Naura in Paris, named Naura Khansa
I gave it to him. Yuta strongly disagreed, but my decision was unanimous. If that one-night accident hadn't happened, I should've turned your back on Khansa. And I should have had sons from your womb."
Khansa chose to speak a thousand languages, not flinching at all over Hilal's explanation.
"But fate says something else, since Naura was 2.5 years old. He was diagnosed with a serious illness, brain cancer. Since knocking hammer from the doctor who stated that Naura contracted the deadly disease and threatened life will not be long, Yuta firmly left Naura. I never married Yuta, Khansa. So I don't have the right to sue or seek it, do I?"
"Why ask me which of course you already have the answer." Grutu Khansa is upset.
"I'm just making sure you're still listening to me." The grin of the shaggy-toothed man broke.
If a normal woman would definitely instantly melt after seeing the smile of a Hilal. But a Khansa is indeed an abnormal woman. For him the sweetest and most handsome man in his heart is now the figure of Ramadan.
"Since then I decided to introduce you as the mother of Naura, a woman who can reflect women well through a series of photos that are displayed in every corner of our house. It was not like Yuta who did this cruel thing to Naura."
Hilal continues his story.
"So I hope there's Naura's life. You want to love him until he's gone." Hilal's eyes began to glaze over, stemming tears that could fall at any time.
Not much different from what Hilal felt, Khansa's heart felt devastated by this situation.
On the one hand, he had a husband that he had to obey his orders. And on the other hand, he could not bear to see a child as small as Naura mercifully looking for the affection of a mother figure. With a disease that slowly continues to eat away at him.
"Mas Hilal" Khansa's voice was stuck in his esophagus. His brain was loading, was filtering out subtle words and not hurting Hilal in getting his point across.
"The life and death of a person is in the hands of God. Man can only guess, weigh, choose, accumulate, estimate, analyze with the truth that is not necessarily the case. Leave everything to God, only to HIM do we complain and let go of all our worries in this world. I didn't reject your request, but you're not amnesiac, are you? I have a husband, whose command and permission is heaven for me. Hell would be my place if I defied and did something without his permission first. If this is true, meet my husband. He's a good and brave man, you and Naura will definitely like him.
Can we end this conversation? I have to see Fitria in Maghrib's hospital later."
"Thank you, set a time so I can meet your husband. I am jealous of Ramadhan Khansa. He's very lucky to have a wife like you. It's not like I have to lose you because of my stupidity."
"I'm just a woman of the last days trying to learn from the superficiality of my religious knowledge Hilal. May you soon be met with a good woman who will be your soul mate, improve yourself and do well. God willing, all that goodness will come back to you. I also learned a lot from a lot of things I didn't know before. May Allah forgive all the sins that his people have committed."
That thin smile riveted from that shaggy ornate oriental face. Looks stiff-cold like ice cubes, looks songong, arrogant and sotoy. But actually his heart is as soft as cotton.
Chequek! The door to Khansa's practice room is now open. Hilal steps up to leave Khansa.
"Wait for your check paper money to be left behind!"
"I'll be back, I'm serious about that little operation. The rest you can help people in need! Assalamualaikum,"
Shouted Hilal as he passed.
You really never change one bit mas, astaghfirullahhaladzim.
Too far Khansa said.
Meanwhile Hafiz looked at him from behind the registration table with a very heavy breath.
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Ramadhan who just sniffed the wrong thing saw from the track record of Fitria's phone, directly doing tkp in Fitria's phone.
And sure enough, the incoming message contains photos of Boby married to Winda scattered in the WhatsApp chat history of Fitria on one of the new numbers there.
The games!
It feels like Ramadhan wants to beat Boby up helpless if like this, he is dating with Fitria. But instead he married Winda, is there an element of shrimp behind the bakwan of a Boby?
He did not realize that his actions almost took the life of Fitria from this mortal world.
By ordering an ojek online through an app that perches neatly on his phone, Ramadhan darted towards his office.
The online motorcycle taxi driver who has more than 5 years of experience in his field, plus he has mastered the racing arena. Make Ramadan so quickly arrive at the office which is quite far from the location of the hospital.
"Take the change bang," said Ramadhan as he passed leaving the driver who managed to drive him safely.
"Thank you, sir." Timpal the driver who smiles cheerfully.
*alhamdulilah, thank you for your sustenance, O Allah. So you can buy milk at home.
May my passenger father always be bestowed happiness in his life, Amiinπ
May Allah the sincere prayers of a hard worker are so beautiful, so Masyur is heard*.
Ting!
The elevator door opened on the 4th floor of his office. "Where's Boby?" Ask Ramadhan briefly to Sinta who is copying some files on the copy machine there.
"There was in his room" Sinta replied without getting the slightest glare from a Ramadan.
Sinta just smiled cynically treated so by Ramadan, "This is just the beginning of Ramadan, this time Boby and Fitria. And after this I'll make sure it's your turn and Khansa's!"
Seriate...
...He is the prophet of the Light who guides the doubters...
...In the Mahsyar field his banner as a patron...
...Reach to him wisdom without any intermediary...
...With that wisdom rained the heavens (with mercy) in all directions west and east...
...With that wisdom rained the heavens (with mercy) in all directions west and east...
...O far from me and his place in the depths of my heart,...
...Answer, my brother, the cry that fills all directions,...
...Answer me, who I am is immersed in longing for you, and flows on...
...Answer me, who I am immersed in longing for you....
