Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)

Mysterious Man

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Sorry Author yes reader, yesterday wrong up just a little episode has been to click up. Want to edit even lost next type.

So the author broke up to upload a lot in this episode🙏

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The weather this afternoon is lucky to be so sunny. Even the universe seems to support Khansa and Ramadhan who will cook rendang and chicken opor.

Khansa immediately put on an apron preparing to start cooking, but when she prepared the spices there was one ingredient that was not there.

"Dear, the food doesn't even exist. We're too cool to pick others, so instead forget to buy items that are not important."

"What is that, baby?"

"Sir baby,"

"Should ya?"

"Well, baby, if you don't give coconut milk later it won't be the same opor rendang name."

"How serious? We're out again?"

"Honey here, I saw there was a race stall across from dear, on the right side of the road if the walk is just a moment."

"Send the Judge or Mr. Teguh aj yes,"

"Don't baby, I'll be ashamed of him."

"Have anther just walk behind baby, just in case." Ramadan has not given up.

"Hm-well, baby."

Accompanied by Mr. Hakim, Khansa walked to the stall he had seen. And true to the vision of Khansa earlier, this grocery store is quite large and looks there are some mothers who are huddling to choose green vegetables that have just come.

"Excuse me sir, is there coconut milk?" Khansa asked who in one second made herself the center of attention.

"There's a buzzer, find out how many packs of neng?"

"6 only sir."

"The maid in the big house? Meni clear pisan euy."

"Mang Asep, don't do it. Miss Khansa the wife of my employer's son, she's the doctor of Asep. Totally mistaken for euy's maid."

"Well, Judge, his father doesn't know."

"Hampura oruh neng, Mang Asep really do not know."

"Yes, what's wrong sir."

"The name is mba Khansa? My name is Ms. Romlah, the wife of the head of RT here. Neng just stayed here huh? Usually the residents of the big house no one ever come out neng."

"I've only been here for a week, Romlah." The judge interjected.

"I just came here this morning ma'am, this is going to cook and forget to buy coconut milk."

"Means that used to often do the activities of the previous residents yes mba, because if the first big house was behind its activities. If their night's activity, if by day they're the cudgel that comes out."

"Oh-maybe right ma'am, that's the old owner. Because as far as I know, my in-laws bought this house just a week ago." Khansa tries to dampen things that can trigger a deeper sense of prejudice.

I think I should talk to Ramadhan later. Batin Khansa was a bit worried about the things that Bi Romlah had said earlier.

"Non Khansa, who was said by Mother Romlah, please do not enter the heart. You see, ordinary mothers like to gossip rich that non."

"Yes, papa Hakim, Khansa wants to continue cooking first, sir."

"Yes, be careful."

Chequek! "Assalamualaik."

No answer from her husband Khansa walking into the living room, zonk.

The room is also zonk.

Then Khansa walked into the kitchen, apparently the husband was cutting beef, sliced into small cubes. As for the chicken is ready and clean in the Tupperware container, the favorite container of a million mothers.

Khening Khansa frowned, "This is my own dear who sells everything?"

"Yes dear, abis tired of waiting long darling."

"Keep later if the feet or hands love hurt how? I don't want to until "Khansa hugs Ramadan from behind.

Thank God, there is no more happiness that I will ask for. My wife loves me so much, that's more than enough. Always unite us both in the world and in the hereafter, Amiin

The mind of Ramadhan recites prayer, may this happiness be everlasting.

"But Ramadan is silent? Is anyone sick?"

Khansa was worried.

Ramadhan immediately washed his hands clean, turned his body. This time they dissolve in an embrace. 10 minutes still faithful in this scene.

"When will Ramadhan's cooking be?"

"Ye, that was the first hug dear." Ramadan feels cornered in this case.

"Hahahaha, okay off. Now brother Ramadhan rest yes, do not disturb me cook."

"Okay, I want to play Pubg, okay, baby?"

"May, it's change night but I play ML. Okay, what's playing free fire together?"

"It's easy tonight, baby. Hus,hus.I want to cook."

"Love you..."

"Love you to..."

Drrt...! Drrt...!

"Hallo Assalamualaikum Ma'am."

"Yes Ramadhan is home, good ma'am. Be careful on the road. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Great heart, in about 2 hours you'll be here." Shouts of Ramadan from the living room.

"Ready Brother Ramadan."

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Drops by drops of rainwater are still falling from the sky. A newly married woman for the week, wearing a white oversized T-shirt, and black pants waving.

This time the woman named Kinara was sitting on a large sofa located in the living room. Leaning a little back and head on a navy sofa, while staring at the beautiful Lily blossoming on the porch of the house that is now her husband.

The night was getting late, as the cold wind of the night blew quite hard, hit Kinara's face. Kinara sighed deeply, closing her eyes to enjoy the breeze of happiness in lieu of the happiness she had not yet obtained from the figure of Azka . The shadow of Ramadhan's face suddenly returned to his eyes, until a drop of tears suddenly fell from both corners of Kinara's eyes

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The sound of the main door on tap, the sign of the owner of the house has come. Kinara immediately wiped away the remaining tears on her face, then moved from her seat. Walking down the cold ceramic white because he did not wear sandals room. Grabbing the doorknob, turning downwards.

Clamps! The big main door opened.

“You haven't slept?” ask Yuta who is standing behind the door with Azka and Naura.

“Not deck, still not sleepy."

Naura was seen continuing to whine, pleading

to meet with Khansa.

"Om Naura wants to meet Mama Khansa, Naura kangen om, huhuhu..." Whimpering, fussy and hard to calm down. Naura completely lost the figure of Khansa.

Yuta shook his head slowly seeing Kinara's performance which he thought was heartbreaking.

"Here sister, try my fat Naura."

Tawar Kinara who saw Azka was already troubled to visit Naura.

"Don't carry it, you're pregnant young. Remember that."

"Naura, same aunt Kinara yuk? We go to IndoApril yuk. Buy ice cream." Naura's eyes immediately sparkled.

"I don't buy ice cream, buy anything else." Said Azka while lowering Naura from her sling, slightly loosening her tie. Then sit on the couch.

"Sister!" Yuta tried to warn her brother's attitude.

"Then buy yoghurt yuk, Mama Khansa really likes strawberry flavored yogurt."

"Yes, auntie?"

"Hm-yes, auntie also likes strawberry flavor."

"Cama aunty, Naura also likes the taste of setlobeli."

"Let's yuk." Kinara pitched her palm to Naura, so enthusiastically Naura welcomed the helping hand.

"Use this for shopping," Azka offered Kinara a gold-colored debit card.

"Ga needs a sister, Kinara has money." Reject the delicate Kinara.

"If you don't want to take this card, I won't let you out."

With a heavy move, Kinara grabbed the debit card lying on the table.

"Sister Kinara, I want dong too. But the taste of mix fruit well, if brother Azka likes the taste of banana." Yuta said with a smile.

"Okay, I go first. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Clamps! Sound of door closed.

"Sister,"

"Hm-"

"Sister, I want to talk about this!" Yuta looks irritated, his brother is so cold and difficult to talk seriously.

"You if you want to talk by the way, brother while looking at the operation schedule. You are eleven twelve with Naura."

"Ck! So what's the difference between sister and Naura? Equally fussy, hard to talk seriously."

"Don't provoke anger, brother is tired."

"Sister, didn't you see Kinara's performance?

Does sister, do not have time to invite her to shop for pregnant clothes and pregnant milk to support her pregnancy? Doctor sister, you should know more about what Kinara needs right now."

"Did you forget Yut? Your brother's a surgeon, not an obstetrician like Khan-sa."

Yuta snorted his coarse breath, "Sister, please-don't just Khansa keep on her brother's mind. Sister's wife also needs sister's attention even if only a little brother."

"He himself wants to wear my clothes Yut, brother has banned him and shopping for his own clothes. But she said she was wearing sister's clothes she felt more comfortable."

"Astaghfirullah, brother, really, sister is insensitive.

If you just tell, Yuta can also tell him to shop alone. She wants to shop with her sister, as a husband. Without looking at the frills behind my sister."

"Huft, yeah it's been the weekend we've all been shopping."

"Not us sisters, but just brother and Kinara."

"Yes, okay." To end the talks Azka immediately agreed to Yuta's request.

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It only takes fifteen minutes to walk, Kinara and Naura have now arrived at a minimarket that is located not far from the house of doctor Azka.

Luckily minimarket is not crowded, making it easier for Naura to choose groceries while playing around.

Kinara pushed the glass door handle, then took out a shopping cart.

"Don't auntie, Naura's bial is the one who's carrying her naked."

"Okay baby,"

"Other than Naura's yoghurt what else to buy?"

"M-yogurt aja aunty, if you buy others later om Azka instead. Though if the same mama Khansa, om Azka ga pelnah instead." Indeed at the age of Naura, they will speak as they see. Without anything being reduced or exaggerated, right then and there Kinara's heart felt pain. Not to deny, he is indeed not a figure who is missed let alone loved like Khansa.

"Tante, that walna pink is stlobeli right?"

"Dear, we take it. It'll be heavy baby if it's filled 10 bottles of yogurt, aunt who brought the basket, huh?"

"What aunty, Naura! Huh." Occasionally Naura rubbed her forehead which started to sweat.

After simply taking 10 bottles of yogurt, Kinara and Naura headed for the cashier's desk,

"Here, aunt huuh." Naura sighed because for her the basket was heavy. Kinara put a basket containing 10 yoghurts on the table, to be totaled by the Cashier.

"It's all 89,000 feet in total, want to pay cash/debit?" Ask the friendly cashier.

"Use the debit kak," Kinara handed the gold-colored card to the cashier.

"Please pin it brother." The cashier thrust the EdC machine on screen to immediately enter the pin.

"Oh my goodness, auntie forgot to ask what is Naura's pin number. Momentum, I'll call my husband first."

"Okay mba, please queue next." Said the cashier.

Drt...! Drt...! The phone was on for a long time, but Azka didn't receive the call immediately. Azka was in the shower, so her phone just lay in Nakas.

You know, I just brought my wallet, stupidly I left my wallet and just brought a debit card that didn't even know his pin number.

"This is mba, just take it. I paid for it."

Kinara and Naura simultaneously turned to the source of the voice.

The man was tall, dressed and wearing a tie complete with a gold-colored pin on his left chest. If Kinara can judge, surely this man is an Indonesian-european blaster. His face and shape look so dominant.

"Thank you, my house is near here. Are you ready to wait. I'll change,"

Kinara felt bad about being in debt like this.

"Nothing, I'm sincere. Especially for a kid like this." The man touched Naura's cheek gently.

"Can you help me? My friend said he lived near here. But I can't reach him, do you know him?"

The man offered a photo of a man who was very familiar to him. "Sir Ramadhan." Inner Kinara.

"Are you really his friend?" Ask Kinara to make sure.

"Actually my sister was friends with him. But my sister's gone, so I'm having a little trouble finding her."

I don't know why Kinara's mind felt that there was something strange about this man before her.

"This guy used to live nearby, but only this week he's been moving. And unfortunately I don't know where his new address is."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Can't you help me find the address?"

"Sorry brother, it's not that I don't want to help. But I already have a husband and I never leave the house either, so I don't think I can help you. Excuse me, I'm afraid my husband is looking for me."

Kinara took Naura, left the man who was still standing in the parking lot of IndoApril.

Kinara was very grateful, in this position Naura did not speak much. So that the acting does not know the man photographed it is not revealed. For some reason, Kinara felt that she did not trust the man.

Who exactly is that man?

Why is he looking for Ramadhan?

Inner Kinara was raging, wondering who exactly the man was.

Seriate...

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