Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)

How to Gentle Husband Greet the Wife

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I have the sharp lyrics of the watch on my left arm, the time shows it is 00.10 WITA.

I'm pretty sure my wife would have slept.

I opened the door slowly, and sure enough. Half my soul is asleep in his bed.

I approached him, I watched him from behind the door.

Still, what I see remains her beauty.

To my beloved wife...

good night, dream beautifully

Like the sunrise that begins the day

it ended at the end of a dark night

I leaned my body beside you

Smell from every strand of your hair

To give my own peace to my soul

My facial expression must be very funny

When I see your way of sleeping isn't cute this time

My wife is too tired today

With the position of stretching hands like the scene of a beautiful woman in the movie Titanic

My wife is so tired that she sleeps in such a way

Not like when I was next to your body

I'll always hold her, hold you in the warmth we both have

Even no less funny, your cute lips are not covered perfectly this time

It's all pretty clear that you're so tired of getting through today.

My prickly instincts are turbulent

Pressing your taper chin slightly, so that both of your lips meet and close

But it was only temporary, your upper and lower lips parted again

I smiled amusedly at my own mischievous behavior.

I slowly kissed both of your cheeks

Greet me gently your forehead and lips using my fingers

Wife Khansa...

I once thought, why should you meet God with me

Can time be replayed?

I feel like fate is so sad for you

Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve you, Khansa...

Somehow I can turn every sadness into happiness for your life

Really, I love you so much Khansa...

Despite the presence of me in your life, incised such a deep wound in your body

It was dark at the hope I wanted to erode into happiness

I don't want to quell the love that's blazing

I just want to flush every wound

When I feel so ready to spend the day with you

There are always tasks that I have to keep working on

Patience, patience,

Patience sweetheart

Soon I won't be in this position

Another month, yeah-just another month

I'm gonna show my true identity and my real family, including my dear Reza.

Forgive me for not being able to fully tell you who I am, and my family

I will never forget

How God has brought me to you

And how God made you fool me

All right, let's embrace each other every piece of pain in each of our past lives

May God always guide us to keep walking the path of truth.

A husband's instincts toward his wife can no longer be stemmed. I didn't realize I was kissing her lips so softly.

Khansa gulped, because she felt her lips wet. With her soul yet to fully gather, Khansa wiped her lips which in her subconscious felt so wet. Khansa panicked, thinking she was drooling while sleeping. But when Khansa opened her eyes round and round, it turned out that life's iller had wet her lips.

"Sir Ramadhan has come?" Khansa intends to wake up from that recumbent sleeping position. But Khansa was also busy covering her face with both hands.

"Wait a minute, please shut up, baby. I still want to hug you like this a few minutes ahead." Ramadhan buried his face in the chest of the 34 D-sized Khansa.

"But sister" Khansa was uncomfortable with this position.

Ramadan doesn't move a centimeter, "Don't you miss your handsome husband? the hemisphere and the sky like this time wasted?"

Their faces and lips were so close, only a few centimeters away, eroding the distance slowly.

"Sorry brother Ramadhan, but my stomach feels uncomfortable in this position."

Hearing the words of the stomach, Ramadhan immediately woke up from his position. "Sorry baby, is it now more comfortable stomach?" The anxious face of Ramadan is very visible.

"Dear, this is better. I'm ashamed baby, my face now must be ugly." Khansa said, covering her face with both palms.

"My favorite is a special martabak baby, does my dear forget a special message as well as a trade?" Khansa said while tying her unraveled hair and using a simple white hijab.

"For me special you are only a dear" Ramadan chuckled with his own words.

"Hm-ga funny deh kak Ramadhan Oia kak want to try Opor Ayam made by Khansa this afternoon? If you want, let Khansa angetin first Opornya. But later on, I'll be honest if it's good to say good, if it's not good to say it's not good. Don't be like Ramadan drinking salty tea, but be quiet." Khansa looked so enthusiastic, she wanted to see the expression of her husband first eating her cooking.

"Dear, Riko said it was good. I prayed Sunnah first yes dear, after that just followed dear to the kitchen."

"Okay baby, I'm going to the kitchen first yeah-"

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"Astaghfirullahhaladzim!" Khansa was so shocked, as she casually entered the kitchen door. Directly presented two figures of God's creation are eating together in one plate feeding each other. And without feeling sinful, they just put on a horse's face.

"Lucky my heart didn't fall, it didn't sound anything but I knew there were more bribes here." Khansa still faithfully stroked her chest that had just suffered an impromptu heart gymnastics. Grab a heat-resistant bowl, move the chicken eggs into the container, then put them in the microwave.

"Don't you deck the opor?" Khansa asked for the opinion of Aisyah who looked greedy to eat.

"Sister, that's delicious. Brother cool, stone learns once it's delicious cuisine." Praise Aisyah to her brother.

"I disagree dear, we both ate voraciously because of the end of sports night. So impressed we are very excited, even though because we are really hungry." Ledek Reza while glancing at a friend, as well as his brother-in-law. "Mas Reza," Aisyah pinched the belly of her husband whose cheek was denok deplung.

Ting! Khansa took the warm chicken out of the microwave.

"Don't like to bully my wife, remember! he's your brother-in-law Lo Reza." Ramadhan approached his wife, then kissed her forehead in front of Reza and Aisha.

"Hm-dear, let's quickly drink the water. We need to get back to the room, 'cause there's a couple who want to eat." Said Reza origin while preparing to push Aisyah's wheelchair.

"That's what you're not aware of, what's the bucin couple too?" Ramadhan again grabbed his wife's waist and this time, kissed her head.

"Yes yes, kabuurr..."

Reza and Aisyah had returned to their rooms, Ramadhan calmly enjoying a bowl of Chicken Opor accompanied by a plate of rice.

"How sis? Yummy?" Khansa was still curious about her husband's comments.

"Alhamdulilah darling, it's really delicious. Thank you so much my dear, who's tired must be this part, baby? I'll go in my room with a massage." Chicken and rice opor has been toilet, exhausted unceremoniously.

"If Umi sees dear eating like this, surely Umi is very happy." When drinking water at the end of Ramadan glanced at the wife.

"Don't start rambling by the way, break yuk." Ramadhan washes his food in the sink and puts the clean dishes back on the plate rack.

Ramadhan grabbed his wife's body in one scope, now Khansa is in the arms of Ramadhan to the room.

Slowly and gently, Ramadhan puts the body of the wife back into the soft mattress.

"Thank you," The face of Ramadan looked so sparkling, looking into the wife's shady eyes. "Read the prayer and then we rest."

Cap cup cup flower buds

Ramadhan naughty, sosor sana sosor here rich goose.

Huh, what the fuck isn't connecting.

Ramadhan kisses the forehead, the cheeks, the lips, and Khansa replies by kissing the back of Ramadan's hand.

The lights of the room were turned off, then replaced by the lights of the sleepers.

...****************...

The morning sun shines, faithfully accompanying Yuta's small steps to stop the Taxi. Yuta did not want if he was late to the airport, today was really his last lucky day in Singapore.

The magnificence of the lion country airport out of the water from this mouth greets his eyes that circulate enjoying the surroundings. The whole series he had to pass before boarding the plane was also very easy to deal with.

Damn it! Anjim! It's grim! Out of all the millions of souls, why do I have to sit in the chair next to Hilal! Why is he in Singapore? Akhs! What am I supposed to do? Face or leave this flight? Arrgh!

I just turned around, about to get off this plane again. Suddenly the beautiful flight attendant said a sweet greeting to me, looking at the ticket I was holding. He took my hand walking towards where Hilal was also sitting.

Ah- Lucky I brought my big black glasses, at least Hilal would definitely not recognize me. But again it was mere wishful thinking, the sound of its weight shocked me, making my heart almost escape from its hangers.

"Why are you going back to Indonesia again? Want to hurt Khansa again? I won't stay silent if it happens again!" Hilal's mouth spoke to him, but his eyes remained focused on the business magazine before him.

"One! I still have a home in Indonesia.

Two! I'm not going to hurt Khansa, I'm going to apologize and thank her.

Three! Let's just say we act like people we've never known before.

Four! Thank you and don't talk to me again."

Yuta threw his gaze out the window on his right side. It was seen some workers waving their hands, giving a final farewell sign and a congratulatory prayer to the destination.

The 3-hour journey has been taken, now Hilal and Yuta have arrived at Ngurah Rai International Airport.

Hilal was picked up by Hamid and the other guards, while Yuta chose to stand on the side of the road for a moment. Waiting for the online taxi he ordered arrived to pick him up.

Akh--Khansa when can we read a novel together again

When do we nongki-nongki eat together and watch a movie together again

When can we embrace each other again, walk together on the side of the road while telling stories about our ideals again

When will that shoulder you have be able to stand up straight to receive my sorrow again

I'm ashamed of Khansa...

I'm ashamed of you

It is not wrong if God always gives a man who always loves and loves you very much

Because you are white-hearted and deserve it

I'm sorry Khansa...

Ii'm sorry...

Tears just fell so wet Yuta's white cheeks studded with a thin blush.

"Geek, it's here. Is this really his house?" The question of the Taxi Online driver broke his daydream of sadness.

Yuta accidentally went down at Hilal's house, he wanted to take the pieces of his clothes that are still left here. Luckily the guards and servants still recognized him, he easily entered the mansion. Slowly Yuta walked towards his former room, but his steps were stifled when he saw and heard Sinta was busy talking on the phone with someone.

📞Alright, you just set it. Khansa must be doing his activities on schedule, just call. Tell her if her husband wants to meet her at the police station, then he will definitely be on his way. If it's at the point of location, it's already my own negotiation and business. Your job is just to get that stuff into Khansa's lap.

"What are you planning to do with Khansa, Sinta?" Yuta's voice made Sinta shocked not dumbfounded.

Seriate...

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