Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)

The Atmosphere of the House of In-Law

Happy Re is a happy-go-lucky

Tonight make a NOVEL while hanging out...

Inspiration from the song ❌

Inspiration from the debate people hang out next to we✅

Same argument and stick to each other...

Seruuu deh, docked yuk.

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The theme of the hanging out debate this time is a husband who does not support his wife and children. It's been going on for 6 months. The mother becomes a typical abusive person and tends to be frustrated, often hurting the child. Hit excessively, trivial things that the child does such as eating messy also trigger excessive emotions. In my opinion the mother is experiencing symptoms of baby blues.

I experienced the Baby Blues after giving birth to my second child.

The birth of the first and second child was only 4 years away and previously I had miscarriages 2 times.

The problem is only trivial, from the neighborhood brothers who like to compare with the word "I used to not .. bla bla bla"

Could it be that, but why don't you?

God willing, it felt like the heart was sliced by a dagger, only this time the dagger was tongue-shaped. Back to tongkrongan case yes..😁

The position of the mother who attempted suicide and tortured her child, had just given birth a year ago, and the previous child was only 4 years old.

God, you can imagine how it is. People in many tongkrongan blame her husband for running away from responsibility and acting as a coward. If the author's opinion is not entirely correct. Because from the experience of the author himself, not the husband who is the main trigger of the baby blues. A husband was only a supporting role at that time.

I'm sending this message to all of us, if you're men. With all of my deepest heart, no matter how much trouble we have in this world. I beg you never to leave your Children and Wives alone to face the rigors of this world. Face together, your position is already beside the wife only sometimes a wife is still sick. Especially if you leave it alone? Remember his struggle risked his life to bring the fruit of your love.

For female readers, if one day we have a brother-in-law, neighbor, daughter-in-law etc who have given birth. Please, if our mouth just wants to hurt it we better shut up. Talk that is important and constructive only, women who have just given birth on average are more sensitive. It is better if we can reduce the burden a little or make him smile, God willing, God will repay every kindness even if only as big as the seeds of Zarah.

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Heavy rain spots this afternoon, making Fitria who had just finished handling her last patient. Get out of the practice room to the registration table where Mira is.

Wanting but not wanting, Fitria had to stay longer in the clinic, waiting for the rain to let out the wet water. Even the flashes of light accompanied by the rumbling sounds of thunder were rumbling with each other, making the girl quite surprised and reflexively covering her nose. Erroneous, covering both ears means.

"Hahahaha," Mira's laughter broke.

"Well, what's funny?" It seems that Mira saw his absurd behavior earlier, Fitria herself was even astonished since she was a child she was always short if she saw a flash of lightning.

"I'm so reminded of my childhood friend Doctor Fitria."

"Why?"

"I used to have a little friend, my neighbor when I was in the village. If there is lightning is also rich doctor Fitria that, instead of reflexes to close both ears temenku instead close his nose, hehehehe sorry doc. Mira doesn't mean to laugh, but Dejavu feels funny. So kangen kampung."

"I guess I'm the only one who's had this weird behavior from childhood. The knowledge is also the same as I also do not know in which hemisphere. Hihih."

Soon, a handsome, well-built man, dressed in batik and white coats, a million people walked up to him. Her slightly wet hair added maximum damage to her.

"Wait here first, don't leave now, it's still raining outside" Hafiz said as he scrambled Dyra's head.

"Indeed I want to wait for the rain to subside anyway, why does the guy always mess up my hair. It's a mess."

Hafiz sat next to Fitria and gave her a favorite little honey bear doll. Huft for this one I have to err, of course the likes of all women.

"Aki code but you are not sensitive, hopefully someday you want to hijab Fit. Hopefully..." Hafiz's voice hung in the air.

Fitria nodded her head."May Amiin."

"There's still no duty Mir?" Ask Hafiz to shift his awkwardness.

"It's over, brother, just wait for the next shift guard same doctor." Mira explained her task.

"Ooo, good."

"Fluent counseling?" Now Fitria tries to fill the chatter while waiting for the rain to stop.

"Thank you good."

"Good, I'm a heavy miss with Khansa if rich gini. When does he open a practice? Patients are also very much in his mind, who has the birth plan in hand he is also a lot of disappointed." Fitria said she was upset to hold back the longing for her friend.

"The situation is already different Fit, for married women. Ridho husband is ridho Allah. If the husband is ridho, what the wife does will be a field of reward. But if the husband is not ridho, then what the wife gets is only sin."

"Yes Haji Hafiz sir, I understand."

"Miin o Allah. So Haji hehehe."

"When do you go to the new Khansa house?" The spoiled mode of Fitria was already On like it was.

"If Kak Ramadhan and Khansa allow me to go there, for sure,"

"Promise?"

"God willing, princess."

"Ehem-ehem forgot the power that there was still Mira here. So my goat mosquito is here."

"Sorry, Mir, I didn't mean it."

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The sound of the roar of the vehicle simultaneously came, it could be ascertained if Mother, Father and Sera had come. Very precise with the voice of the Maghrib Adhan who just reverberated.

"Assalamualaik."

"Getishalight." Greet Khansa and Ramadhan who are waiting for them on the doorstep.

"Great mommy, new feeling a week we haven't met."

The face of no Sumringah emanated from the father of Ali and Sera.

"Let's break the fast ma'am, Khansa's cooking for all of us."

"Oh yeah? Thank you, thank you dear." Fatima's mother kissed her daughter-in-law's forehead gently.

Rob, how happy my heart is. I have a very good mother-in-law and love me very much, Dede Ramadhan junior must also be happy to have a beautiful and kind Grandma. Batin Khansa felt full of happiness.

Everyone ate the food Khansa had prepared.

"Definitely cook using flavoring seasoning huh? Next time use a mushroom Totole aja kak, do not use flavoring or micin. Sera doesn't like it."

"Okay deck, tomorrow-tomorrow kak Khansa will wear mushroom totole. Don't use flavoring anymore."

"Sera! Keep your way of talking, still lucky brother Khansa want to cook for us. You talk like that as if you think of brother Khansa coming to this house as a maid." Actually Ramadan just wants to warn Sera how to talk. But because Ramadhan carried the atmosphere so it looks like he was scolding Sera.

"Ga papa Kak Ramadhan, Khansa even like that Khansa cuisine in the give advice."

"You are so much the Ramadhan, the time is only for your wife, you become angry Sera. Sera is your sister. It turns out that Dad's decision to block your cards is not wrong, it has been seen you prefer to defend your wife than your own sister." Ali's father is now interfering.

"Oh-so Daddy's already blocking Ramadan cards? Wrong Ramadan where is Dad? The company that is the financial source of Ramadan has nothing to do with father's wealth."

The deg! Khansa's heart was pounding, what exactly was the father and the child struggling with. What firm? My husband has a company? Why haven't I known all this time? Batin Khansa wondered.

"You forgot Ramadan, you can buy those assets because before you got money from whom if not from Dad?!"

"Why is this fight? Already, Dad the same Ramadan even so rich children fight. Mother asked Ramadhan to stay here well, let us gather. Complement each other, fill each other. This is why even in a fight?"

"Ramadan want to pay for Ramadan's wife what do you wear? If all the Ramadan savings are blocked by Dad? The food we eat right now, ma'am, it pays for it with Khansa's money. Ramadhan feels like a helpless man. Ramadan does not mean to fight or refute Dad, but Ramadan says if you have gone too far, Ramadan is now an imam. Ramadan has the responsibility of a wife and a baby in her stomach. Ramadhan is no longer a firstborn who thinks only of himself well." Ramadan's chest is up and down, his heart is in turmoil. He never argued with his father about money.

Khansa shed her tears, got up from her seat and grabbed her husband's shoulder. "Sister, we go into the room first yuk. Father is still tired and brother Ramadan is also tired. Will not find a consensus point, there is only a quarrel. Khansa still has money and work, brother Ramadhan focus healed first. Money can be found, happiness cannot be bought. Please don't continue this." Khansa felt a slight cramp in her lower abdomen. Sometimes he holds his stomach. Seeing that the emotion of Ramadan immediately decreased, grasping tightly the hand of the wife.

"I'm sorry Ramadan, Dad. Ramadhan's coming in first, looks like Khansa's soy sauce."

Slowly Khansa and Ramadhan walked towards his room. Sera slammed the spoon and fork towards the plate, the thump of her voice still Ramadan could hear.

"My brother has changed a lot, Sera was not like that. It was also my fault for many years not to accompany him. On behalf of my sister, I'm sorry dear." Ramadhan allowed Khansa to lay down on his mattress. The grip of the hand was not separated, Ramadan even kissed the back of the hand several times.

"There's nothing to forgive baby, can I rest for a while?"

"Sure, rest."

"But I'm asking you to promise, I won't fight with you again."

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'll have a one-on-one talk with dad, promise. Now love to sleep first, do not think much about the no-no. I don't want Ramadhan Junior to be in there."

Khansa nodded, her husband was seen leaving her alone. To make it easier for Khansa to rest.

Khansa slowly closed her eyes, tears coming back.

Khansa remembered Ummi's message when it was still there.

"Son, one day if you're married. It is better to have a contract if you do not have your own home. To avoid things we don't want. As good as any in-laws or our own parents, if it is married it is better to stay apart. Every household heresy must be happy and fight, it may not be straight. If we can settle it together alone, but if we stay with parents or in-laws so there are those who interfere. Small problems so great Nauzubillah, may the household of the children of Ummi always be in the protection of Allah."

"Amiin.kana who wants to marry Aisyah mi, but still Khansa dear Ummi." A warm hug becomes the end of the conversation of the child and the mother.

Ummie...

Abba...

Khansa was very upset, if Ummi and Abah were still there. Surely Ummi and Abah will be happy to have a grandson from Khansa.

Crying until tired, Khansa finally overslept.

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"Sera,"

Sera who saw her brother standing on the doorstep still tried to be indifferent. Even though he was very eager to hug his brother.

"I'm sorry, sister. Sis Ramadhan did not mean to be angry with Sera." Ramadhan rubbed the top of his sister's head gently.

"Here brother, take care of sister's wife. Let's just say there's no Sera here. Isn't that how it usually is? Sera is used to it without Ramadhan." Sera ketus.

"Don't be like this deck, Sister Ramadhan has his own reasons why you rarely come home and gather with you. If Sera hates kak Ramadhan please, but brother please do not hate kak Khansa. He doesn't know any deck. One day Sera will also meet a soul mate and become a daughter-in-law in your soul mate's family. Brother also will not be sincere if until Sera is hated or disliked by the brothers of Sera's husband."

"Please get out, brother, Sera wants to be alone."

"Sera," The shady face of Ramadan is not even glimpsed at all by Sera.

Ramadhan could see, the book that was in front of Sera was slightly wet. Sera's tears fell there, but very cleverly Sera hid her cries.

"If you're better, we'll talk again Sera. Go to sleep, do not forget to pray Isya first. Brother out."

Sera lowered her face, crying as Kak Ramadhan closed the door to her room.

Ramadhan really does not love Sera. Even the brother of Ramadhan did not embrace Sera at all. Brother has changed a lot, Sister Ramadan is not fair with Sera.

Brother Reza... Sera kangen kak Reza, brother Ramadhan here does not want to hug and love Sera kak.

The sound of sobbing that he hid behind his hands. Able to keep Sera well in his heart...

Seriate...