Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)

Staying with In-Law

Happy re-show, happy-tu

It is true that Azka and Yuta were suspected, in the parking area there were many people crowding about a woman sitting on the roof of the hospital building.

"Sister, don't be rash talking sis. Please persuade Kinara to come down." Yuta spoke while closing Naura's eyes, Yuta did not want Naura to see a woman sitting on the roof of the building.

Azka ran to the roof of the building using an elevator, arriving at the roof of the building. It turned out that Kinara's father and mother were already there, trying to persuade Kinara's seduction. But the result is nil.

"Son Azka, help me. For whatever sake, please save my daughter, the fire department and the rescue team are still on their way. Please take time until they arrive."

"Well, sir, I'll do what I can." Can not be denied, the soul of a doctor will however still protect and save every living thing.

Kinara looked at the beautiful scenery from the roof of the building, Azka predicted the state of Kinara who was careless, unaware of his arrival.

The sreet! Brugh! Azka grabbed Kinara's body quickly and they fell down together on the roof floor of the building.

Azka quickly hugged Kinara so that her head would not hit the floor.

"Alhamdulilah O Allah Kinara," Mr. Wijaya and his wife immediately embraced Kinara.

Haru's cry broke out instantly. "You know not Kinara, suicide is a big sin! Heaven and earth are not even willing to accept us, many people are struggling desperately to stay alive, this even have life will be wasted." Azka still had time to talk, but her breath was wheezing, her chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Ma-ma'af"

"Hurry to clear our appearance that is terrible, are we not married in two hours?"

Mr. Wijaya and Ibu looked at each other in disbelief, while Kinara's eyes sparkled. Kinara did not expect that Azka's own doctor asked her about marriage.

Is this a sign of hope?

Kinara nodded, asking herself.

Slowly Pak Wijaya and Ibu Wijaya led Kinara to make preparations for their wedding.

Nothing special, at the wedding.

The Ijab of Qobul runs just as every marriage does.

Until the screams of the word SAH echoed, everyone present in the room rubbed their palms across their faces.

Khansa even to shed tears, he really did not expect if Azka dared to take that heavy decision. Just to protect her marriage to Ramadan.

"Thank you..." Khansa said very softly.

Yuta who was behind the wheel chair steering Khansa could only smile hearing that.

A week later...

"Is everything packed well Prita? Nothing left behind?" Khansa asked Prita who this week has accompanied him to help all his needs and needs while maintaining and routine Ramadan therapy.

"So, Khansa's sister, everyone's in the car."

"Thank you Prita."

Pen installation surgery on fractures suffered by Ramadan a week ago was successful, so the condition of Ramadan has improved considerably. Only, he still had to use a cane to walk.

"Sir Khansa..." A very loud voice was present.

"Yes Ayesha," Khansa turned around and stroked Aisha's cheeks with both hands.

"Are you really gonna leave me?"

Flood tears drenched Ayesha's cheeks.

"Sister didn't leave Aisyah, sister just moved away. Fatima's mother strongly pleaded for Ramadhan to be nearby, so she also had to stay there. Don't worry, you will be going to the cottage often. The distance is only 2 hours, so it is impossible that you do not often go home to visit this beautiful sister."

"Sister's promise?"

"God, dear."

"Reza, get my sister. Never hurt his heart if he is wrong. Reprimand my sister in the most subtle way you have." This time Khansa was also in tears.

"Of course, without the need to leave it. I will definitely take care of Aisyah, even with my life."

Aisyah pinched Reza's arm, "Don't start fighting Reza, it's still morning."

"Biarin, dreadlocks same wife herself too. Beware of Ramadhan, Khansa."

"Assynolt,"

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

It's hard, to let go of the brother. The Ayesha family is the only one still on this earth.

"Darling, if rich gini. We are so every night will not be ashamed, there will be no one who horrified us dear." Not nothing even Reza's brain has started konslet.

"Astaghfirullah brother of Reza, Istighfar brother. Sis Ramadhan and Kak Khansa have just left, my mind is everywhere."

Aisyah grunted violently, she could not believe that the husband's brain was so fast traveling everywhere.

"Why so, my wife is equally her reward is amazing."

"Ooh nantang nih?" Reza immediately carried Aisyah in.

"Astaghfirullah my goodness, my goodness. Not that Aisyah challenged brother. Don't mess around, brother, half an hour Aisha's teaching."

"Huft, all right." With a step back Reza lunglai returned Aisyah sitting in her wheelchair.

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"Dear, I'm sorry." Ramadhan held Khansa's hand so tightly.

"I'm sorry for what you, there's nothing to forgive. Don't hold too tight, I'm afraid Ramadhan's big hand is still hurting.

"My hands no longer feel pain, only in the legs that still hurt. Sorry for mother's wishes, Khansa had to part with Aisyah." Ramadan's face looks so worried about his wife's feelings. Only Ayesha was the only family left.

"I'll see her often, baby. Just 2 hours drive time from Mom and Dad's new house with boarding house. So there's nothing to worry about."

"really so? Here also really mengikhlaskan it?" Ramadhan puts his hand on Khansa's chest, which is what Ramadhan's question means is Khansa's heart.

"It's really dear." Smile knot blotted, adorning the lips of both. Gently Ramadhan kissed Khansa's forehead which was partially covered in a black veil.

"Sister, shame on the driver this way."

Khansa's red face harrumphed her embarrassment. While the driver only smiled slightly at the conversation, he remained focused on staring at the traffic lane in front of him.

I don't feel like time is rolling, it just passes.

Now Ramadhan and Khansa arrived at the magnificent house of his father-in-law. The two guards guarding the mansion also helped to unload Khansa and Ramadhan items from the car.

"Kok looks like a deserted house, Judge?" Ask Ramadhan who saw no cars parked in the yard, it was a sign that the owner of the house was not there.

"Oh-yes den Ramadhan-Mommy, the same father Neng Sera again participated in the grave pilgrimage to Wali Pitu. Said Dad later Ashar has come home."

"Oh so-so please take all the suitcases into my room sir. My wife is pregnant. Introduce Mr. Hakim, Mr. Teguh, this is my wife's name is Khansa."

"Assalamualaikum sir Hakim, Mr Teguh." Khansa said as she clenched her hands together.

"Wa'alaikumsalam non Khansa."

Answer the Judge and Mr. Teguh simultaneously.

Khansa is always amazed to see the view of this magnificent house.

Even on each side of the house has its own theme and pattern, if Khansa can judge in the corner of the living room using the theme of American classic modern and magnificent design is mandatory in highlighting this one theme.

Slowly Ramadan opens the door by pressing a number of numbers on a black and green flat screen in the door handle. Sure enough, the one who had just Ramadan input it was a password to their room door.

"Be careful, brother" Khansa said as she watched Ramadan begin to open the big door.

"Dear, be careful too. There's a little Ramadan in this stomach." A big smile floated.

"Where did I put the suitcase, sir?"

"Sorry here sir, later let me easily put the clothes into the closet. Thank you, Mr. Judge, Mr. Teguh."

"Nggeh, both Miss Khansa."

"Call Khansa Sir. Not miss,"

"We do not dare non, we excuse us to go back in front. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

"Why call miss, brother Ramadhan?"

"Maybe because they're used to calling Sera with the call of miss."

"Sir Ramadhan just rest, let Khansa move the clothes to the closet first."

"Don't baby, let's take a break. The day is long. After the new break we finish the same shopping."

"Shopping?" Kening Khansa.

"Yes shopping, we cook baby. Let's say that Father, Mother and Sera come and break the fast together."

"Akh-yeah baby's right." This time the two of them had already laid themselves on the bed together.

"Opor Chicken Cooker again baby, I miss." Ramadhan glanced at Khansa and smiled amusedly.

"Okay baby."

"Read the prayer before going to bed first, this is our new room. May blessings and always bring happiness to its new inhabitants."

Khansa.

"Bismica Allahumma ahyaa wa bismika amuut”. Meaning: By Your name O God I live, and by Your name I die."

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