Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)

Happiness as well as sadness

Happy re-show, happy-tu

The world today passes by with meaning

Walk fast as if not caring

Slowly I persevered with determination

The day that will never end

Everything has changed over time

Every second is precious to me

I want to change it, smile again

I can only cry, how stupid of me to take the time to choose you or take polygamy steps

Forgive me for all the mistakes

What I've done all this time to you

I promise I won't let you go even if it's just a smile

Which you will remember and remember to death

Forever...

Dugm! Auu! Fitria rubbed her forehead which felt the pain of crashing into the glass door of Bramedia.

"It should have been said that Auu was me" Hafiz's palms flushed red, holding Fitria's forehead against Bramedia's glass door.

Fitria immediately held Hafiz's hand which was reddened by the act. Gently rub it, "I'm sorry, it hurts?"

A few seconds their gazes met, but a moment later Hafiz regained his senses from the dope of Fitria's gaze, Hafiz pulled his hand from Fitria's grasp.

"Aish excuse me dong, kind of later why the scene bucinnya. I know how to fast too."

Complain visitors who caught wet them both.

"Ma-sorry." Fitria lirih.

"I-I'm gapapa, so if the road looks around. How the hell is that." Suddenly Hafiz nagged indistinctly. And left Fitria still standing glued, too confused with Hafiz's suddenly changed attitude.

Fitria chased Hafiz towards the motorcycle parking area, "Loh why come here, your car parked there. Not here." Hafiz did not understand Fitria.

"Come,"

"Come? You're taking the car, how's it."

"Teach me to race." Saying Fitria again.

"I'm sorry I can't."

"Must do..."

"You want what Fitria is! You never thought I was there when you were happy. But you're always near me if you're hard. Is that fair?" Hafiz's chest was seen up and down, clearly a Hafiz hiding the tits all this time.

'Do I need to be a bad boy first like the new Boby you want to see me there Fitria!?

I'm the cheat-man here and there, walking with the woman here and there and you want to listen to me talk?"

Fitria's eyes immediately glazed over, his defense began to collapse. Tears just seeped in, rushing down her cheeks.

"Pardon me Hafiz." The voice was very soft but Hafiz could still hear.

"No need to apologize, I was wrong. Forcing something I can't force." Hafiz sat in his motorcycle seat, wearing a helmet and then turned on his motorcycle stater.

Unexpectedly, Fitria sat in the back seat of the Hafiz motorbike.

Hafiz breathed heavily, "I want to go to my father's grave, do you want to come along. Downhill!" Hafiz said giving the order.

"I'm going to go, period!"

"Huft, give me more patience Lord. What about your car?"

"Let that be my business later."

"Wear the helmet then." Hafiz thrusting the BOGO helmet belonging to his beloved sister.

Hafiz drove his motorcycle at moderate speed, there was a bad feeling in his heart. Intentions want to go to the grave of the father for the vent session, but the woman who will be the topic of his vent instead participated.

Hafiz finally decided to pull off his motorcycle in the double six beach parking lot.

"Why come here? He said to the tomb?"

Ask Fitria astonished.

"Ga so, next time."

"I'm sorry, didn't you forgive me? Why are you so sick of me? I'd rather be angry with you than I'm in jutekin keep in them talkin' irit so." Blazing face and worried strokes are visible.

"It's hard being a guy, never right. I talk a lot wrong. I was talking a little wrong too. Then what should I do? Forget it, I want to see the sunset this time."

There was no reply from Fitria, he now just trailed behind Hafiz to the beautiful and peaceful beach.

Sitting pensively, seeing the beautiful sun that began to sink covered by the ocean. The silhouette rays could not be seen, so charming every pair of eyes that looked at him.

Every pair of eyes that will not be able to menduakan him. Occasionally Fitria looked at Hafiz's face which looked so calm, then looked back at the expanse of sand and the open ocean.

"My father and I used to come here a lot."

Hafiz began to open up the conversation between the silence.

"Then?" Answer Phitria briefly.

"This place has too many memories, I learned a lot from my father here.

The very taboo thing for people I learned here." Hafiz and Fitria's gaze met again in a few seconds, then Hafiz looked down again.

"My stupidity and my father's are the same, always failing in love affairs. Either because of hereditary genes, or what. The story is always the same, lucky first mother who first expressed love to father. So that you can happily have a mother who also loves you very much. I'm too cowardly to be brave."

"In this world there is no such thing as a coward and a brave Hafiz. There is only want or not, like or dislike. Intent or not, that's all. You are caught in a willing or unwilling affair and an intention or not. Everyone who has love will have a different path in fighting for it." This time Fitria stared so deeply at the man before her.

"Then you?"

"I-i?" Phythria pointed at herself.

"Yes you, who else? Bule who was sunbathing did not wear clothes when I wanted to ask." Hafiz said.

"Ish-" Fitria's face looks upset, because the bule is really plain not to dress a single thread.

"Free your fast later,"

"I'll just tell you." Hafiz chuckles.

"I'm a coward just like you, I mean, I doubt it. And I'm afraid, I'm afraid of falling. Many times it always ends the same, I'm afraid." Paras Fitria really shows a very fear of love.

"Don't falling off a bike the first time you learn it hurt? Isn't the woman who gave birth to her child sick too?"

Fitria nodded. "Anybody can ride a bike a lot? Who has one child continues to add more also ga? You're an obstetrician."

"Continue?"

"So what? Are you in love with me?" The question of Phitria, made Hafiz's heart pound even more.

"Yes, I love you. But-" Hafiz could no longer continue his words.

"But why?" The question of Fitria was demanding.

"I have to meet your mom and dad first. To make it easy for my feet to step forward, I haven't introduced you to my mother and sister either." Hafiz answered with a downcast face.

"We can date first, can't we?"

Hafiz's reflex shook his head, "No, I don't want to repeat the wrong thing to you. If my mom, your mom and your dad agree. Then I will preach you directly."

"I will not linger on sin, now you hold my hand like this. I'll be damned later." The smile now began to appear.

Stupid me, since when did I hold her hand like this? Inner Phitria who was so embarrassed.

The day had started to dusk, the yellow silhouette turned orange.

"It's quiet enough? We'd better go home, for a car-racing study, I'll set a time with my friend. It just so happens that he's a former auto racing athlete, hopefully he'll teach you."

This time a smile emerged from Fitria's face. They both came home with hearts that flowered and were clearer minded.

"Kok stuck really huh Hafiz?" The motorbike they were riding was walking like a turtle.

"Yes, the feeling of Bali never stuck. If there's no ceremony or prayer."

"There was an accident in front of the bang." The man riding the motorcycle next to him joined in. "It's a luxury car, crickets fight the same truck. The truck's on track.

"Where do you know?" Typhoon Hafiz.

"It's a wonder from here, the luxury car is again on the crane."

By positioning himself somewhat on his tiptoes, Hafiz saw the luxury money-drawn car.

The deg! Hafiz even rubbed his eyes a few times.

"Why Fiz?"

"I don't feel good, I seem to know who that car is."

"Bang, just drop the motor for a second. Look who has a car."

"I'm coming, man,"

"okay."

The closer, the clearer the license plate number of the vehicle being evacuated. The front looks irregular.

Hafiz involuntarily clasped tightly onto Fitria's arm, as if searching for strength there.

So does Fitria, who seems to recognize whose car this belongs to.

The two of them looked at each other, trying to get closer to the scene. But Hafiz had not approached, his body already being held by a traffic policeman.

"I'm sorry, you can't cross the line." Said the traffic police firmly.

"But sir, can I see the victim at a glance. I know the owner of this luxury car. I just want to make sure, sir." Barar Hafiz to the police.

"The victim was taken to a nearby hospital. Denpasar police hospital, if you want to see me there is a video of the evacuation. Wanna see? But if this is not his family please I ask not to be spread out yes, pity the victim. Someone died in one man's place."

The deg! Hafiz and Fitria's heart is pounding. I hope it's not what they think it is.

The 15-minute video of the evacuation was turned, Hafiz and Fitria's eyes like they were going out of place. Seeing the man who was evacuated from behind the wheel of the luxury car was truly someone they knew.

"Here come, astaghfirullah o Allah." Hafiz and Fitria cried together. "He's our best friend, sir. I beg his help so that my bike can get out of the traffic jam trap sir. I have to go to the hospital now to make sure my best friend's condition sir."

"Well, where's the bike."

Hafiz ran as hard as he could to pick up the motorcycle that he had rimmed earlier. "Thank you for taking care of my bike."

With a sad and wet face Hafiz expressed his gratitude.

"Together bang. The same guy who got in a bang?" Hafiz just nodded then drove on his motorcycle with the help of some policemen who opened the road.

"How's this Hafiz, do I need to call the others?" Fitria asked still with her sobs.

"Don't be Fit, we make sure first the actual situation in the hospital. Only then do we call the others."

Fitria held tightly to the waist of Hafiz who drove his motor with high speed. Wanting Fitria to scream out of fear, but he said he saw the face of Hafiz who was tense and filled with anxiety so great, that he drove his motorcycle with high speed.

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

Seeing the two red lines lined up neatly in front of his clear net, from the seven tools he used all showed the same two lines.

A wide smile, a sparkling face and a racing heart meet into one within the current Khansa. Happiness was so overflowing that Khansa could not control it.

"Ramadan junior, after this we check you through the same USG aunt Fitria yes. You want to know how long you've been in your stomach." Khansa began stroking the flat part of her stomach.

Khansa immediately clean up the pregnancy test equipment that she uses, the heart of Khansa will show it all to the brother of Ramadan later.

Geck! Geck! Geck! "Khansa, there's a guest beb. Get out yuk." Yuta's voice came from behind the door of Khansa's room.

"Yes beb, I'm out." Khansa rushed to the door and opened it.

"Lou came beb, but how many of his family. Fortunately I cooked a lot Sa, the intention to take home even you have a lot of hehehehe."

"Sir Ramadhan hasn't come with Yut?"

"Not come yet, just meet yuk in front. I made it up, it's not nice to have a lot of guests but the only ones who welcome Bude. Aisyah is still teaching, Reza is still speaking at the mosque study. Sis Ramadhan is also in the mosque, so while waiting for them all you meet first your in-laws in front." Clearly Yuta was long times wide by times high.

"Okay, yuk ahead." Khansa said as she patted her chest as the deg-degan mixed with the nervouse.

"Assalamualaikum," Khansa said softly as she clenched her hands together.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied everyone in the room, all attention now on the figure of a Khansa.

"Mr Ali, Fatima's mother. This is Khansa, Adiba Khansa Az-zahra. His wife wants Ramadhan, while his sister named Aisyah Khansa Az-zahra is still in the boarding school to teach. If Reza and Ramadhan are still in the mosque. I've asked some of the santri children to come there to tell them to come home soon." Bude Aminah said pleasantries to fill the silence in the big room.

Khansa immediately knelt at the feet of Mother Fatimah, kissed the back of her feet, kissed the back of her hands and ended with a tight hug from Mother Fatimah to Khansa. Of course also with the accompaniment of tears from the two women who drip simultaneously.

Finished with Ms. Fatima, Khansa turned to her father-in-law. Mr. Ali, but surprisingly when Khansa kissed the back of his father-in-law's hand, Ali immediately pulled his hand quickly when Khansa kissed the back of his hand.

Khansa was a bit surprised when her father-in-law behaved so, but he hurriedly patted and forgot to greet the other guests. Yang Khansa himself did not know they were all ready for Ramadan.

"I'm sorry before, I'm not a person who likes a lot of pleasantries. I ask you Khansa, did Ramadan tell you. That he's getting married to Kinara?"

JEDER! A tornado-powered lightning bolt struck Khansa's body from toe to head.

Didn't Khansa hear wrong? Batin Khansa said so. His views also circulated, looking for and guessing the figure of a woman who is roughly meant for the brother of Ramadan who will marry again.

The happy cry when hugging her mother-in-law had become a voiceless cry wondering about the truth.

Bi Karsih ran in a hurry to the main room which was filled with many people. Bi Karsih looks shy, but this urgent news must be conveyed immediately.

"Simoyo, anu non. Anu, there was just a call from the hospital that sir..."

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