Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)
The Blind Attack
Happy re-adding __________________________________________________
The ringing of the phone kept ringing from inside Khansa's bag, with a slightly drowsy face Khansa pressing the green button.
"Assynolt,"
"Wa'alaikumsalam Sa,"
"What's the matter, Doctor Azka? Hoaam..." Because so feel the sleepiness of Khansa to not be able to hold his mouth to yawn. A moment later Aisyah and Fatima's mother looked at him.
"You're exhausted Sa?" Azka's question blew her mind.
"No Azka, I'm fine. What do you need? Tumben called?"
"Today said Fitri you practice? Isn't the location of the clinic with your in-laws house quite far away? Is it not risky for your pregnancy?" Azka's chain of question lines made Kinara's ears slightly hot, Oh my Gosh! her husband was so worried about Khansa excessively.
"You called me just to ask that?"
"Ehem-hm actually I want to tell you, if indeed today you practice. Kinara will check the contents with you today. The difference between your pregnancies is only one month, so I hope Khansa gives you the best info and vitamins for Kinara."
Kinara's heart, which had been burning with jealousy, was now beginning to subside - even now her eyes were holding a puddle of tears. From the cold figure of an Azka turned out to be still worried about her pregnancy, which was set not her child.
"Okay, Doctor Azka, there's no need to worry. I will always give my best to all my patients. Going straight to the clinic, yes, at 09.00 I just opened the service."
"Okay, see you later. Assalamualaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsalam."
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"Is there a problem, son?" Ms. Fatima was worried about her son-in-law.
"No ma'am, Azka just registered his wife to check the contents with Khansa later."
"Oh-so, here son. Keep your head here. So you can rest for a while, it's still 20 minutes."
Khansa felt a deep sigh to her mother-in-law, "Khansa is fine ma'am,"
"Here son, mother asks."Thank you mom." Smile from both lips.
The trip suddenly became so pleasant for Khansa.
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"I have to ask Billar and Boby for help, we won't be able to face Alex alone Niko." Ramadan is now very serious.
"Yes, brother, we won't be able to fight them without any backup. Brother still holding senpi?"
Ramadhan shook his head, I only carried two weapons. The rest are still in hotels and secret rooms.
"Where's your secret room?"
"In the hotel's basement."
THE PLAQUE! A hard friction from the finger segments landed hard on Niko's head.
"Ouch! It hurts Ramadhan."
"Yes the same thing that means in a hotel, dodol." Ramadan is upset.
"Hehehe, yes, brother, in the same basement on the ground is it different?"
"Is it up to you?"
"Ih kok kak Ramadhan sewot anyway," said Niko while rubbing the part of his head that was in the pitak.
"You guys wait here. I'm gonna grab a cell phone for a second, I have something to talk to Billar and Boby about."
"All right, brother, I'm gonna sleep here first." Reza had already restrained her sleepiness.
"I'm coming with Ramadhan."
"Basar oxtail, someone wants a phone call to come." Reza Eject.
"Biarin, I miss Ramadan very much."
Niko walked behind Ramadan who was still limping with a cane to walk.
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"Doctor Khansa...!" Mira was hysterical about the arrival of Khansa that morning.
"The Assalamualaikum Mira,"
"Wa'alaikumsalam doctor." Mira hugs Khansa tightly, this time having to scramble with Fitria. Because just Fitria and Hafiz came.
"Khansa I miss, huft..."
"Slow hugs yes son, Khansa is pregnant because" Fatima's mother was worried because she saw Khansa's friends hugging too excited.
"Hehehehe yes, sorry aunt... We're too excited."
"Sorry beautiful doctors, it looks like our patients have been waiting a lot." Hafiz glanced in the direction of the waiting room which slowly looked solid.
"Mother, wait for Khansa at the reception desk with Mira first gapapa ya ma'am, same Aisyah? If you want to go around the same Aisyah can also be ma'am. Here are many beautiful views in the back."
Khansa offered several options so that her in-laws and sister would not get tired of waiting for her.
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"Aisha, do you want to go for a walk with Mom?"
Aisyah quickly nodded, her eyes glazed over. His heart raged, not bad. Aisyah so missed the figure of Ummi, the look of the face and the light of Fatima's mother. Makes that heavy longing come back.
Slowly Fatimah pushed her wheelchair towards the front garden of the clinic.
"Mom," said Aisha.
"Yes Ayesha,"
"Sorry Aisyah sassy ma'am, can Aisyah wash mom's feet and hug mom."
The train that carried tear-rings passed by just like that, could not be contained at all.
Ms. Fatimah was half-couched, covering both her hands on Aisyah's face. Slowly but surely, the tears Fatima removed. "Why is Aisha crying? No need for permission son, mother-in-law also your mother-in-law. Same with Khansa, you make no difference to me."
"But Ayesha did not yet contain such a brother as Khansa bu, or perhaps Aisha would not have been able to contain." Say Aisyah with all the pessimism in her chest.
"Astaghfirullah, Aisha should not speak like that. Patience, the sustenance of Allah is different. Aisyah can't talk like that anymore promise?"
Aisyah nodded, and now the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were drowning in a warm embrace.
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Different positions at the same time
gunfire blindly attacked two security guards who were guarding the Ramadhan home guard post.
Fortunately, the weapons used by the perpetrators used soundproof firearms. So that it does not cause explosive sounds that provoke residents.
Mr. Hakim and Mr. Teguh lay covered in blood, so cruel the perpetrators did not even give the Judge spoke when reprimanding them to meet whom.
Srts! Srts! The key to the main door was shot.
Brak!
The door was kicked hard by the perpetrators consisting of 5 people. Ramadhan with Niko who was calling the conference with Billar and Boby immediately surprised not playing.
"Bless your hands! If I rebel, I'll break your heads right now!"
Seriate...
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This time, let the author convey a little motivation yes reader, in difficult times like this. Sometimes we need to be sane and support each other, need to love each other and strengthen each other. Trust me, we all must be the same, have problems and difficult things each. But we also never forget to always go back and lean on the Owner of Life...
Honest to the world.
The longing for success is not denied in each of us. My family and my world even said, dream and act according to the portion.
It is true, even it managed to imprison most of my life path, maybe even most of us to fear dreaming. Afraid there will be no shoulders ready for us to lean on when my ship sank in the waves of the reality of life.
Being born into a poor family made things force me to see the fact that my dreams could never be achieved. Do not height dream later fall gout! Even my own family says so.
From a little dream and dream to become a doctor, then after a little into adulthood turned into a writer. Several times trying to pursue a scholarship related to medicine that I went to, God has not granted it.
I have received insults and insults even from my own family. The sick brain is forced to realize that the world forces me to see reality as a man without. I was just a stone in the middle of a pile of diamonds.
Acting according to the portion, the road in place and afraid to make a decision, it makes me a person who does not develop. Makes me not really me. Not a single gust of the wind of heaven came. There was no progress, especially when the decision I took was not in accordance with the wishes of the heart. Only words of regret will be present at the end of the story.
It's all I've been through, the porousness of my heart, the endless emotions and the loss of half of myself. Until finally I met a container that contains humans who are in line with the logic of the heart. The humans who managed to make me fall in love with the belief that each of us has a hidden potential. I decided to compromise my heart and mind without desire.
Be honest with yourself, in circumstances, with others around me and especially with the Supreme Lord.
Believe that! In fact, being honest with the world of our own being and soul is important for our next life.
The motivator I have visited says so. Life becomes lighter but the activities and goals that we do are more optimal.
The next step is being honest with others. I try to be a professional and honest person, incidentally in the context of work that intersects with others. The word honest will slowly be embedded in ourselves, so that it automatically facilitates and smoothes ourselves in achieving sustenance. In fact, in a short period of time I was able to rise to office twice.
The last is honesty to the creator. This is a very simple thing, but a fact that often happens. You and I are often negligent. To tell stories, to be honest with Him, has opened my heart to dew. I need God's help and intervention, I need God's company and strength at every step. I feel it will all make every step we take as smooth as a toll road.
God will always give the best for my life, your life and the lives of all people.
Honesty brings many benefits not only in the world, but also a path that leads someone to heaven, such is honesty?But the answer is just the word Yes!Gaining a good place in the hearts of our fellow men, especially by God's side.
An honest person will always have the pleasure of God, including getting help and prayers granted. Liked by many people so that the relationship becomes very broad.
Make Honest is the ultimate dress of myself, you and them.
"O you who believe, fear Allah and be with the truthful."
(Q.L. At Taubah 119)
