Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)
Romantic But Sucks
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"Assynolt,"
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. How come the tumben came home a little late, brother? Brother is praying Isya?"
Aisyah asked who welcomed her beloved sister in the doorway. Somehow every question Aisyah throws up always makes Khansa feel Dejavu with the incident when she quarreled with Abah.
Astaghfirullah Khansa feels he must change, he must not be a person who will repeat the same mistakes and lead to the same regrets as well.
"Sister? Is your sister too exhausted? Is brother okay?" Netra Khansa who looked teary made Aisyah so worried if her brother felt too tired through her day today.
Khansa pushed Aisyah's wheelchair into the living room, which was decorated with bright lights. By positioning his body half-kneeling Khansa covered his sister's cheeks but also looks tired from the look of his eyes.
"You already prayed Isya earlier, coming home from the look of Fitria brother stopped by the mosque next village. Where's reza?" Khansa tried to ask a light question so that the two of them could both relax.
"Still menggecek memorization santri putra santri, if santri putri now I schedule an afternoon. Because Aisyah often feels unwell after Maghrib." Aisha tried to explain. It is true, the state of the cottage is so alarming now. It is starting to feel a lack of teachers. All the usual activities in the Abah and Umi handle automatically move to Reza and Aisyah.
"Excuse brother, often make Aisyah face this alone. If the state of the clinic is stable again, inshaAllah brother will spend a lot of time brother with you."
"Sir," Aisha's face was so worried and mixed with doubts in it.
"Yes? Speak Aisyah, seems like something important?" Khansa stroked Aisha's milk-white thin cheeks.
"About a month our in-laws will be coming to Indonesia sis," Khansa raised both eyebrows. "Yes Ramadhan talked about this, so why? Something stuck in your heart? You look very worried Aisyah." This time Khansa felt Aisyah's head wrapped in a peach-colored veil.
"Aisyah was worried, because Reza's mother's father didn't know that Aisyah didn't have a pair of legs." Half-dead Aisyah tried to get those words out of her throat.
"Why should I worry about that Aisha? Reza has accepted you for who you are, if our in-laws come, just tell me what it is. Why should I be so worried?" Khansa Santuy replied, then turned to the sofa and laid her back there.
"What I heard about him, our Father and Mother-in-law are important, brother. He was perfect and authoritative so, Aisyah felt afraid if she saw the condition of Aisyah. He's gonna ask Reza to divorce Aisyah."
"Astaghfirullah Aisyah, watch your deck. Every word is a prayer, don't you know more about religion than your brother?
You are perfect Aisyah, you can cook a good, your religious knowledge should not be far asked every inch of the verse from the Koran you must memorize. While brother? How will our in-laws see us. Perfect from which angle? Perfect belongs to God."
Khansa wiped the tears that soaked her sister's cheeks. "Umi once told me Aisha, the woman is like a cane. If one end is very sweet, then the other end will not be too sweet. Believe me no woman is that perfect, every woman has her own side of excellence and weakness."
A knot smile began to fall from Aisyah's lips, "Bude came home at what time was the deck?" Spreading the atmosphere and conversation haru is the last road that must be taken.
"Bude before Ashar must have gone home, Bude had time to say did you not look for ART to help clean the house? and also the study mothers asked Aisyah to ask her sister, is there any time you have time to participate in the study on women's health?"
"Later brother talk first with brother Ramdhan well, without permission from him. Every action of the sister is only a sin, right?" Khansa put on her radiant smiley face behind her brown hijab.
"Assalamu'alaikum,"
"Wa'alaikumsalam" replied Khansa and Aisha together.
"It seems that after the prayer you are obliged to ask for a long life by Allah. Considering the brother's husband was long-lived, again in the talk of playing njedul aja come, hehehehe." Aisyah escaped, heading to her own room.
"What's the matter with Aisyah dear? It looks like it's exciting." Ramadan kepo.
"There's a room in which I love to talk." Khansa grabbed the suit her husband was wearing and removed the tie wrapped around her husband's sexy neck.
"Stop baby!" Ramadhan refused to let Khansa take off the tie wrapped around his neck.
Khansa was shocked not a bitch, hm-his mind has been bailing buana how to or tricks please her husband. But in fact even the brother of Ramadan does not like it. Khansa is just trying to get started. Khansa's face in an instant also looked gloomy.
"What-" answered her heart so softly.
"I forgot something to love in the car. I want to take a bath first, after that we pray Sunnah together." Ramadhan handed over the keys to Khansa.
With a lazy step, Khansa grabbed the doorknob of her husband's car. The view is circulating, in every corner of the front car room. But Khansa found nothing, and then she tried to open the back door. And to his surprise, a bouquet of roses perched neatly in the backseat seat and there was a piece of paper in the form of a message for the purpose of this beautiful rose.
Khansa's eyes twinkled in an instant, she did not expect if her husband could do this romantic thing behind his rigid attitude.
Dear My Life Khansa's...
I am not as perfect as the Rosle of God
I'm not as strong as Superman
and of course I am not as good as the poet in stringing the word love.
But in my heart there is a great love for you.
And this love cannot be paid for or replaced by anything.
I want us to joke around laughing together until the light of our lives dims.
Keep our love together wrapped in worship all the time
To achieve the love of God.
From the servant of God
who loved his wife so much
beautiful and charming woman
Adiba Khansa Az - zahra
I love you...
Love you more...
Khansa hugged the beautiful bouquet of roses tightly, then smelled the distinctive scent of roses that she could not express in a series of words. Closing the car door, then walking quickly to the house. Her gaze circulated as Khansa entered her room, looking for her romantic and annoying husband.
It felt like hugging so tightly, and kissed every inch of her husband's face that was so handsome and perfect. But again it is just a wishful thinking, Ramadan which will be the practice of his wishful activities is still busy in the bathroom.
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"Remember! If you get caught tomorrow, don't tell me about me. Whatever happens!
If you tell me that I'm the one who's ruling you, I'll make sure your son and wife are in the morgue tomorrow! Understood!?"
"Me-understand boss." Answer the man with a great race of fear.
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