Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)

Let Me Take Care of Your Pain

Assalamualaikum, th,

Forgive author durlena this🥺

As humans, we can only plan

The destiny and the end result belong to God alone

Yesterday there was a technical error of the last chapter up 2 times

Because this novel is included in the recommendation banner queue, the ter up double chapter cannot be removed🙏

Readers don't be angry

Yesterday the intent to want to up the story before sahur let later pass the review right at the time of sahur

Because indeed in the chapter yesterday the scene of dialogue is only a little.

Unexpected and unexpected author husband asked for ration😂😂

It's been a week since I've been farming because my husband's night duty continues

And it just so happened last night that husband was no duty the night

2 Hours to go home

And I'm finished...

Underage please at skip🤭🙏

Follow the author's body, lemes, lunglai

Ga can continue nulis and mata rem from abis Subuh until noon

Astaghfirullah please other readers do not imitate🙏

Therefore author up chapter today after breaking the fast only yes, let the readers have no thoughts anywhere read author🤣🤣 curhatan

The author once read a quote

**My sisters are Muslim women who are always in the protection of Allah's Grace.

Satisfy and keep your husband in 3 important things.

1.Her eyes

2.Abdominal

3.*************

Therefore, for the domicile or derived from Java must be familiar with the term obligation of married women, namely

Cooky

Beget

Traceable

For the obligation chapter I have discussed in previous chapters

*If the male bajang/Female sampla/dedara/single his obligation is his family

*If a male/female is married his wife's obligation or vice versa her husband.

Oh- yes here there is a reader who is promil ga?

Because in the future there will be a discussion about Promil

For unmarried women reading the scene about Promil is also very useful, for preparation someday if married.

So first the outpouring of the author's heart, do not lash the claws of the author online version well...

May God always protect us all, Amiin🙏

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Happy re-show, happy-tu

"Who is Doctor Azka? What is your wife? You know you've never been married?" Ask doctor Siska after examining Khansa.

"What question do I still need to answer now Doctor Siska? How's things going? Is he sick of a certain disease?" Azka asked by squinting her eyes at Siska, in this condition she had discussed who Khansa was. Without Azka noticing, she clasped Khansa's palm tightly and kissed Khansa's back, the helpless woman. People who do not understand must think that the two of them are a couple. So unfortunately an Azka to Khansa from childhood, so that every treatment and attitude to Khansa pure flowed.

"My analysis is that this woman is pregnant, I've taken her blood sample. Let's wait for the results. While I give him vitamins to boost his energy through intravenous fluids. He's dehydrated" explained doctor Siska.

"What! Pregnant?" Hilal, who had just been in the doorway of the IGD room, was shocked to hear a woman's doctor. Intentions want to reprimand Azka who has grasped and kissed the hand of Khansa, even he who can surprise.

His shout was successful in getting the attention of everyone who was in the IGD.

"This is her husband probably."

"Yes, said doctor Siska right, doctor Azka is not married." The whispers of the Nurse Azka and Hilal were still able to hear.

"Where's Ramadan?" Hilal asked as he let go of Azka's hand which was holding Khansa's.

"Please Hilal, let's discuss Ramadan after this. Now I need to know if Khansa is really pregnant or not. Doctor Siska, please just ultrasound immediately. I don't have time to wait for the results of the blood test."

"But the patient is still unconscious doctor Azka." Doctor Siska tried to warn.

"I don't care, do the Ultrasound right away."

Answer Azka ketus.

"What the fuck are you Azka! I don't allow it, we should ask Ramadan first Ka!" Hilal, who still did not understand Azka's thoughts, continued to interrupt and try to stop Azka's behavior.

"I told you to shut up Hilal! Don't provoke my anger. If you knew the true state of Ramadan, you wouldn't defend it like this either."

Slowly Khansa's pupils began to move, Khansa muttered. But he still had trouble moving his body because he was still too weak.

"Azka, Hilal." Gumam Khansa.

"New this time lo, want USG men who accompany there are two. While women who want to be in USG only one. Yes only in this Ramadan novel my imam." Doctor Siska who was seen preparing her computer monitor screen, and a Nurse

being prepared to throw a little gamis in the stomach of Khansa.

"Wait for the doc, I'm asking these two men to come out first. I do not want to hurt my husband, and I also do not know, what my husband is ridho or not if the part of my stomach is visible to Azka and Hilal." It seems that Khansa was so hard-earned just to say so.

"All right, Khansa, we're out, and then please explain to us the details of Khansa's pregnancy to doctor Siska."

"Hm-well doctor Azka. You can leave this room immediately."

"The age of your pregnancy entered at 9 weeks, the fetus has grown to the size of a cherry. Please pay attention to the intake of nutrients consumed, ma'am. Avoid eating too many sweet foods and snacks that are not nutritious and stressful. I see your name written by Dr. Azka you are an obstetrician, so you should already understand this problem.

In addition, when 2 months pregnant, be aware of the risk of miscarriage. This condition can occur in the first trimester of pregnancy. Symptoms of miscarriage that pregnant women need to be aware of include continuous bleeding.

Although at 2 months pregnant pregnant pregnant pregnant pregnant women will feel many uncomfortable symptoms, enjoy this as part of a beautiful process to meet the Little One. As you get older, pregnant women will feel better and easier to move.

"I asked Ms Khansa bed rest first, would you like to use a regular room or VIP? Let me write it right here to prepare the room."

"Can I make room with my husband? My husband's in the fir VVIP room."

"Oh so, all right. Wait a minute, there will be a Nurse who will take you if the bed is ready."

"Thank you doctor Siska." Khansa said with a faint smile.

"Together doctor Khansa, remember fetal happiness is your happiness too. If something hurts your heart and mind so much, let it go. Do not keep it, because it will worsen your health and your fetus. Excuse me."

Speak to doctor Siska as it passes.

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POV Azka

My feelings have been completely sinking

In the high waves of destiny

Even though I'm not willing

Her pregnancy will be the reason for her happiness with Ramadan someday.

If I love you wrong

Would I be right if I was always in your shadow?

Seeing you cry

Seeing you get hurt

Seeing you on the edge of a tribulation

I'm also sick Khansa

Ayu's face that always suffered a lot

I can't keep seeing you Khansa said...

Not to mention if Aisha knew all this

Knowing if you're going to be in Polygamy

Aisha's sorrow will surely aggravate your broken heart

Hilal's eyes filled with question marks also forced Azka to tell him everything.

Estimates of MADESU (The Dark Future)

"The two of you go home first, if tonight there's no one to look after Khansa and Ramadhan, I ask Hafiz to help look after them tonight. We'll all take turns guarding them, just like the late Shinta bomb incident used to be." Azka's Edict to Phitria and Hafiz.

"Well Azka, don't miss me if I stay home." Phitria Ledek

"Again tense and serious this is also still time to joke."

"You have to quickly have a blue Azka, so you don't keep tense. It's not exciting lo." Fitria is still mocking Azka.

"Hafiz...! Please take this girl out of my sight!" Hafiz pulled the Fitria bag gently. "Let's go,"

"But Hafiz,"

"Let's go."

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Azka walks into the room with Hilal, "Thank you doctor Siska," a glance at Azka glances at the monitor screen that is still on.

"Sama-sama, I'm presenting Doctor Khansa. Please do not talk to heavy, the gestational age is still the first trimester. Still very vulnerable to miscarriage."

Azka nodded in understanding.

In accordance with the agreement that Azka and Billal talked about before entering, the male duo acted as if nothing had happened.

"Congratulations, Khansa, you are pregnant now. You're gonna be a mother." Hilal said with a big smile.

"I'm just being a mother. Because soon I too will be a widow." Those words were spoken softly.

"Sa,"

"Look at my eyes, look at my face. Just sec. I beg you." The expression begged an Azka in pairs. Azka was eager to grab Khansa's hand, but her wish was trying to tepis, Khansa only belongs to Ramadhan. Moreover, Hilal's figure is also at this time, he will definitely criticize Azka if he acts at will to Khansa.

With doubt and fear Khansa looked at the man who had been a child had become the foundation of his curses. Whether Khansa is sad or happy, Azka is always there for her.

"How does Khansa's heart now want it? We have to negotiate now, trust Khansa. You won't be able to fight Mr. Wijaya and your own father-in-law."

There was not a word that Khansa answered, the tears had already greeted.

With a swift Hilal took out his handkerchief, gently rubbing the tears that had flowed.

"I don't know Ka, I love Ramadhan very much. But I also don't want to be in polygamy. Let alone to be in polygamy, to imagine brother Ramadan in the hug, kissed and looked at while sleeping by other women - imagine that I just can not. If things are like this, I regret ever opening my heart to receive his love."

The tears are getting bigger.

"Cup don't cry Khansa." Hilal looks so worried.

"Don't be sad keep Sa, remember - now there's a fetus in your belly. If you're stressed and sad, you're threatening her survival."

"How can Mr. Wijaya not continue to urge Ramadan to marry his son?" Azka asked at once thinking, occasionally he scratched his nape that did not itch. Trying to find answers there.

"Isn't what Wijaya needs just status?" Chirp Hilal opens the conversation

"You mean? All that's clear, you're talking."

"Set, how emotional are you Ka. Long get stroke plus high blood if you so continue."

"It goes everywhere again."

"If the name Pak Wijaya is only looking for status for his son married because of pregnancy, why not someone else? The important thing is both in marriage, right? For example, you might be Azka. If you do not have a partner, I mean not married so it is not a matter of marrying his son is a person just for a status. Later if the child is born can be divorced." Hilal with confidence.

"Have a son, if you tell me to marry Khansa okay. Indeed, I love him, is this-know just ga play from marriage only. He's a chicken, after laying eggs just go and keep his eggs on sale." Resist Azka.

"Astaghfirullah why even so, marriage is not a toy Azka-Hilal. Marriage is sacred and sacred, a pair of men promised the Creator."

Khansa lirih.

"How else would Sa, that person who has forced us to look at marriage as he sees it. Like toys, indeed if Ramadan is married to his child is also not intended for a status?"

Geck! Geck!

"Excuse me, patient on behalf of Ms. Khansa. We're moving into the treatment room, yeah."

The roar of the gurney wheels in the push dominated the silence of the hospital hallways.

Chequek!

The position of the person in the room is still the same.

Father , Mother of Ramadan, Mr. Wijaya and Kinara.

"Astaghfirullah, are you okay my daughter-in-law?" It turned out that tears on the face of Fatima Mother still continued to flow.

"Khanza..." Say Ramadhan lirih.

This time Ramadhan's left hand tried to reach Khansa, but it felt so difficult.

Their bed is deliberately approached, in order to make it easier for them to see each other.

"Khansa is pregnant with Ramadan, the age of the womb has entered into week 9. Fetus in the stomach of Khansa is as big as this Cherry fruit is printed 4 dimensions." Azka thrust the photo to Ms. Fatima and automatically Ms. Fatima thrust it towards the face of Ramadan. Tears simultaneously trickled down, and Fatima embraced Ramadan.

"Aw.. Madam's sick." Chirps of Ramadan

"Hehehe, I'm sorry son. I'm too excited to have a grandchild." A smile of happiness this time emanated from the face of Bu Fatima.

"Then what about Kinara's wedding, Ramadhan? I only stay here tomorrow. Poor Kinara from earlier could not rest in peace!"

Why don't you die so you can rest in peace, no one bothers you. Hilal's grouse in his heart.

😡😡😡

"Stop Pak Wijaya, don't talk about this in front of Khansa. She almost lost her baby because her psychic was depressed!"

This time Azka could not hide her anger anymore.

"But I need certainty. Ali's! Answer me! I want my son's wedding done here tomorrow! Hit 10:00 Pots! No more discussions!"

While Mr. Ali ruffled his hair, Ali was confused by this condition. On one hand he loved his son, but on the other logic he also had to pay his debt to Wijaya.

"Well, there won't be any more debate, sir. I think now is enough you keep talking about this imposition in front of Khansa. If Khansa is sick I am sick too.

Prepare the wedding well tomorrow. I'll marry Kinara tomorrow! Not Ramadan!"

"What?!" Hilal, Ramadhan and Khansa.

Instead of responding to an answer, Kinara walked out of the room.

Brak! The door closed a little too tightly.

Seriate...