Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)

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Soft mattresses, electric waves in the heart of the same adds soundly this Halal couple took a nap, until the alarm when Salat Dzuhur arrived. Khansa and Ramadhan have just awakened.

"Hoaaam" Khansa slowly stretched her body to the right and left. Pregnancy goes into week 11 makes Khansa inevitably have to adapt to the circumstances. One day he originally stretched his body hard, his stomach was pulled just like that immediately cramp. With the position of the stomach that is not too big, making Khansa sometimes forget if she is pregnant. Therefore Ramadan often reminds him of the word "There is a junior Ramadan inside."

"Good day, my dear." Ramadhan kissed Khansa's forehead gently.

"Salat Dzuhur yuk," Ramadhan nodded.

Khansa leads Ramadan slowly to the bathroom.

"Geez." Khansa was so fascinated by the shape of her private bathroom with Ramadan this time around.

For the bathroom only, the width and shape is as wide as the rooms of Khansa and Ramadhan in the house of the late Abah. The bathrooms are self-contained, the toilets are self-contained and there is a special sauna room as well. The amazing!

"Why baby?" Ask Ramadan wonder.

"It's a bathroom, too fancy for me." The eyes of Khansa traveling see the details for the details of the bathroom that is so charming.

"This is not even half of the house in Jakarta dear, sorry astaghfirullah does not mean arrogant."

"When can we go to Jakarta, baby?" Ask Khansa curiously.

"What to Jakarta? Now that all my family is here, Sera is also schooled here."

"Oh yeah maybe someday we'll take a walk."

"Come, funny yes dear-when others, vying for a vacation to Bali. We're looking for a vacation destination other than Bali." Ramadan chuckles.

"Heehehe yes, yes already. Let's take abu wudhu soon, later even ngaret. He said he was going shopping for cooking." Khansa realized, they had been lingering in the bathroom.

Ramadhan prays Salat sitting on a mattress, and Khansa becomes a master behind him.

Done to perform obligations to the Creator. Now that Ramadan and Khansa are hurtling towards Hypermart, Ramadhan has chosen a larger supermarket to make it easier for Ramadan to still use a walking stick.

"I help sir Ramadhan, just push the trolley gapapa. I'm worried about Khansa's soy sauce." Mr. Hasan volunteered, because usually Mr. Hasan just waited in the parking area to smoke or stay in the car waiting until the employer finished.

"Thank you then Mr. Hasan." The response from Ramadan was very happy.

"Darling, I bought meat to cook Rendang?" With eyes twinkling Khansa looked towards Ramadan.

"Astaghfirullah darling, just take it. What you love should be sought immediately, afraid later dede baby drooling. But don't be the macem-macem, you want it, baby." Ramadan stroked his wife's stomach that had not been so prominent in the future.

"Thank you dear,"

"Loh, that means you're not cooking Opor Chicken, baby?" Ask the new Ramadhan, if the menu will change direction. I don't know why Ramadan wants Chicken Opor this time.

"Stay cooking Opor Ayam kok kak, calm down. How to get two-duan cravings huh, hehehehe." Khansa.

Go round and round, look here and there, grab things here and there they don't feel they've taken an hour at Hypermart.

"Total expenses, 3,141,500 feet." The cashier mentioned their nominal groceries.

Ramadan offered his credit card,

Tilulite, tiiit.

Blocked card. "I'm sorry sir, this card can't be used."

Ramadhan's forehead wrinkled, then he offered some platinum debit cards, and Black cards that he had. The results were the same, all rejected.

"Yes, take the Khansa card first."

Khansa handed her debit card, the cashier swiped the card back into the EDC machine. Finally out is also proof of her swipe note.

"Something is wrong with my cards, please remind me dear. I already owe you. Soon as I'll change after taking care of my cards."

"Astaghfirullah darling, same time wife herself debt. No, go home yuk."

"Momens, dear wife's money. But wife's money isn't necessarily husband's money."

Khansa pinched her husband's waist gently, then they laughed together.

Seriate...