Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)

Honor Us

Happy re-show, happy-tu

"My intention and purpose here is to ask permission from you, so that Naura can temporarily always be with Khansa." The baseless hilal instantly slashed down to the core of his conversation.

The deg!

Deadly look? That is what is seen from the eyes of the eagle of Ramadan, while the tails of the eyes of everyone who is there looking at Ramadan with the contents of the brain that guessed.

"My wife Khansa has already explained this to me before, I will answer yes-but you must agree to the terms from me as well." Ramadhan stared hard at Hilal.

"All right, whatever and whatever you ask. I will agree, as long as Naura can get happiness until her condition improves. I will never give up on Naura's recovery" Hilal said.

"Of Hilal, it's not about how much or what you're going to pay. I understand that you have everything, but we will never live forever in this world. And surely we all will never be ready to part with our loved ones. I allowed Khansa to be with Naura only from 16:00 to 19:00 the rest of Naura should you pick up from here. And another one, who has the right to take or pick up Naura is your driver, baby sitter Naura will always be with Naura right? I don't want my wife to get tired. I don't want to because of this my wife will see you often. Keep my trust as long as this goes on, otherwise. I'll make sure Naura never gets to see my wife again."

"Well, if it's like this. I can go to Singapore quietly. Take it easy, Mr. Ramadhan, I will send one baby sitter, one ART and one driver to stay here during Naura here. And I will be a regular donor to the students who go to this boarding school."

"If there is no interest anymore, I hope you all can feel that men can go together from here. Because I also still have tasks to complete outside."

Ramadhan glanced at his phone perched on his main screen, an email notification from Billar.

Realize themselves if they have been driven out by the owner of the house, Hilal and Hafiz resigned from there. Ramadan and Boby are also preparing to leave.

The cup!

Ramadan kisses his wife's forehead, "Rest after this, from tomorrow assistant chef Renata will teach you how to cook. Hope you're at home, I'll be gone for a while. There is an urgent task from Billar, not to get too close to Hilal. Enough with Naura alone, I'm afraid that demons will become third parties if you guys come face to face."

"I understand honey, if dear does not Ridha. We can deny his wish about Naura." Khansa was worried, and felt too soft to behave to Hilal.

"Naura is innocent dear, remember the word "fastabiqul Khairot"? Let this be our basis to help the needy as our place to compete in doing good." This time Ramadhan covers both cheeks of his wife, then kisses the top of the head of the wife he so dear.

"Assynolt,"

"Wa'alaikumsalam,"

The scene was so simple, a very natural scene from a husband to his wife. But this simple scene managed to pierce the deepest recesses of Hilal's heart, looking a stroke of disappointment from his face. What power it is is just like a fishing tray hit by waves as high as five meters. Porak poranda is no longer shaped.

Miss cannot be arranged Khansa...

You and I are in a very painful situation...

Inner Hilal felt sore.

#*Islamic people are required to always compete in terms of goodness. Therefore, in various lectures we often hear suggestions to compete in goodness. The words of the recommendation are “Fastabiqul Khairat” which means more or less competing with you in kindness.

Then why should Muslims compete in goodness? There are at least some reasons underlying the recommendation to compete in the goodness, namely as follows:

✓ Competition in the case of goodness is a command of Allah SWT mentioned directly in the holy verse of the Quran precisely in Surah Al-Baqrah verse 148. Obeying the commandments of Allah is an obligation for Muslims.

✓ Compete in the good is important because the good cannot be delayed and should be hastened because human death is unpredictable, can come at any time.

✓The strategy of competing in goodness is the motivation for Muslims to help each other and work hand in hand in doing good.

✓ Competition in goodness and piety is ordered also in Surah Al-Maidah verse 2.

In addition to competing in goodness, Allah also commands Muslims to work hard. The reason why Allah Sukahanahu Wa Ta’ala orders Muslims to always work hard, as follows:

✓ Hard work is man's effort in fetching sustenance from God.

✓ Hard work is part of man's effort in changing his fate as Allah confirms in Surah Ar-Ra’d verse 11.

✓ The age of a Muslim must be filled with hard work in order to compete with other humans, of course still in the context of goodness.

✓A Muslim is destined as a caliph on earth, the destiny of God must be carried out in a way that is always working hard and productive to do good.

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POV Khansa

I don't want to be medicine anymore, for people who can't recover.

The gates of former life that have passed now come back

Carrying a piece of fruit simalakama

If faced wrongly

Avoiding it wrong too

This is not fair, you who cannot forget, I who feel anxiety.

Please get out of my little life Hilal,

I'm not ready to reopen the tear I've been covering for so long.

Enough betrayal was left. There is no good room for us, only a sin for me to my husband.

My mistake was to meet Hilal every time, I don't know what made me meet him often.

When Ramadhan tried to solve Hafiz and Boby's problems, I saw Hilal several times stealing glances at me. Even until he was caught by Ramadhan. Oh God, how my husband feels seeing Hilal's attitude like this.

I really want it to feel like I claw his innocent face. Again, it was just a wishful thinking.

I had to break the chain that could make me meet him, but what power. Naura needs my support now.

Come on Khansa, change for the better and do not let your own husband down.

Beyond my expectations, brother Ramadhan has no angry expression on me. Instead he even kissed the forehead and the top of my head that was covered with hijab.

*cups!

Ramadan kissed Khansa's forehead "Rest after this, from tomorrow assistant chef Renata will teach you how to cook. Hope you're at home, I'll be gone for a while. There is an urgent task from Billar, not to get too close to Hilal. Enough with Naura alone, I'm afraid that demons will become third parties if you guys come face to face."

"I understand honey, if dear does not Ridha. We can deny his wish about Naura." Khansa was worried, and felt too soft to behave to Hilal.

"Naura is innocent dear, remember the word "fastabiqul Khairot"? Let this be our basis to help the needy as our place to compete in doing good." This time Ramadan covers both cheeks of his wife, then kisses the top of the head of the wife he so dearly it*.

His words were so sweet, and so gentle. I just remembered it, because I spoke sweet and soft. I remembered Nutella's favorite brownie for Ramadhan. I grabbed my phone and ordered the cake via the online app I had.

POV Khansa done.

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"Order what beb?" Without feeling Naura was already writhing in the sling of Fitria. They have now taken a leisurely walk to the Orchid garden that Khansa planted with Aisyah.

"Order Nutella's blanketed brownie cake, hehehe. Loh, aunty thought Naura had gone home with Papa earlier."

Naura shook her head, "Naura wants to be with mama Khansa, later at 7 Naura promises to go home with om Hamid."

Khansa's view is piqued, and that's right. Baby sitter Naura is standing there.

"Where is Khansa now?" The question that does not know the answer is thrown by Fitria.

"You know Fit better yourself, if I don't have the answer." Khansa glanced at Naura who was now kissing the red orchid flowers. "Naura baby, try to come here for a second." Khansa gently called her best friend's daughter.

"Yes ma" Naura approached Khansa and kissed her cheek gently. "Naura knows where Yuta's mom is?"

"Know ma, but the word papa can't tell anyone. What you're saying is, Naura's mom is just Khansa's mom not Yuta's mom."

Sure enough, it is appropriate if Naura insists that Khansa is her Mama, because indeed this boy has been indoctrinated so by Hilal.

"Mama Khansa, can Naura water these plants? Papa said, we must be good to all God's creatures. This flower also goes to the list of creatures created by God,"

"Of course it's a pity, just use this little bucket. Naura is still a child, so the bucket used is also a small one."

"Okay Mom, bismillahbornrahmanirrahim. May you all continue to live and thrive to have beautiful flower colors like Naura well."

Khansa and Fitria smiled knot, how could a little girl like Naura already have such great compassion.

"Khanza!"

"Ga needs to yell Fit, I'm horrified."

"Here sit, sit here."

"Open the man, it's really powerful." Khansa rolled her eyes, she understood the behavior of her best friend. If it's like this, there's a need.

"Honestly Khansa, is your heart still hurting or else if you see Hilal's face?" The soul of the Fitria kepo thrashed.

"You ask a question that you yourself already know the answer Fit, I have never told you Fit. Actually that Ramadan sister, is the man who met me in the city park 10 years ago."

"Astaghfirullah, so-?" Fitria was shocked to hear Khansa's words.

"Yes, brother Ramadhan is a man who once seized the attention of my mind and heart when it was Fit. If you ask me was I angry with him about him leaving me when I got a stab wound? I can understand it's also fit. If he had stayed with me at that time, he would have been in the end by then."

"Khanza! Khansa! Khansa!" Bude.

"Astaghfirullah, what's up Bude? Slow down, Bude." Khansa held her Budenya arm which looked a bit staggering because of the running.

"That's it, there's ART 2 people coming from Hilal's shipment. Why hasn't it been so Khansa, your husband Ramadan is outrageous. Insensitive like Hilal, your house must indeed need Art that helps clean up. If ngandelin Bude is the same as mbok, while your house is that big."

"Bude, sorry before. Only Bude and Pakde are left of my family. Please respect us Bude, Khansa just talked about it with brother Ramadhan last night. It's not a matter of Ramadan not being able to pay an Art Bude, but because we haven't discussed it. Where are the Artists Bude?" Now Khansa's serious face makes Bude stammer.

"In-in-the kitchen Khansa." Bude.

As if he did not care about Naura who was still busy watering the Khansa plant towards the kitchen where the Art-Art shipment from Hilal was located.

"Assalamualaikum mba,"

"Wa'alaikumsalam, please both back to your master named Hilal again. Tell him, I'll find Art myself."

"But Khansa!" Bude's voice was a little loud.

"Khansa is not arguing with Bude."

With many faces harboring the meaning that Khansa returned to the back garden where Naura was watering the plant earlier.

***

"Where far is the bomb I asked for? Have you guys started concocting it?"

"We've started assembling the boss, take it easy 4 days ahead of the bomb according to the boss's request must have finished our raft."

"Good!"

Seriate...