Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)

The People I Love

Happy re-show, happy-tu

"Khanza!" shouted Fitria who found the body of Khansa lunglai boneless.

All the men in this family suddenly run out, now only the father Ali remains as a man in this family who suddenly ravaged.

Ali's father immediately carried Khansa's body to his room, the stately house owned by Ali and Fatima was still sealed by police lines for investigation to the end.

"Khansa woke up son" Fatima's tears just kept flowing. Trouble seemed to hit his little family.

"Kak Khansa, wake up ...," said Sera lirih.

This is the first time Sera has said anything to Khansa. Worrying about the woman he once hated. Sera, who initially had thoughts that Khansa would always grab the attention of Ramadhan, would win the love of a brother to his sister. Sera realized, she had been wrong. In fact, it is now Khansa who has to accept the harsh reality, her husband is missing and the child in his birth is also taken by the Creator. Sera could understand the feelings of her two sisters-in-law. Kak Khansa was so lost, while Kak Aisyah was so hit because her husband was in prison.

Fitria directly smeared eucalyptus oil and incised at some point the body of Khansa. Ten minutes, Khansa is now awake.

In that sizable room, Khansa stared weakly at the faces of those around her. Sera immediately hugged Khansa who was still half conscious.

Wailing until drop by drop Sera's tears made Khansa's clothes a little wet.

Sera rubbed Khansa's tears, clutching Khansa's body tightly. Staring at him so warmly, not necessarily this incident will be repeated again. Given the disrespectful treatment that Sera has been doing to Khansa all this time. Whatever Sera does, she knows herself. It will not be able to cover the sadness that is shaking the heart of the brother-in-law.

"Sir Khansa must be strong, we can definitely find Ramadhan immediately" Sera continued to tear up.

"I'm sorry Sera has been acting so annoyingly and rudely to Khansa's brother" Sera hugged Khansa even tighter than before.

"Kuranu ...."

Everyone looks at each other.

"You're laper Sa?" ask Fitria to try to the point.

Khansa shook her head, not my stomach.

"I'm sorry, that was the sound of my stomach ...."

"Mahaha ...."

Laughter broke out in Khansa's room inexorably.

"Mom also just remembered, we all had no one to eat at all from this morning. Sure enough if Sera's stomach sounds like this clock. We all feel sad, but our stomach needs to eat. Mother and Sera cook first yes, Fitria please take care of Khansa first yes."

"Good ma'am." Fitria's sweet smile commented as a sign that she convinced Khansa's mother-in-law.

"Sa, you have to be strong. You must return healthy and not protracted in sadness if you want to find the brother of Ramadan. It's the only way Sa. If you are sick, you will continue in a room like this. Precisely hamper and prolong our chances of finding the brother of Ramadan."

"Yes, you're right Fit. I must recover soon to find brother Ramadhan. From the bottom of my heart, I am sure. Ramadhan is still alive. Till anytime, if I've never seen his body. I will keep saying out loud, that my husband is still alive in this world."

"Iya Khansa, hopefully we can meet with Ramadhan soon."

Two friends since childhood are now hugging so tightly. Prepare to meet the coming day with hope and optimism that God will certainly not test his servant beyond the limits of his servant's ability.

Emotions so burning from toe to toe, burning gnawed every inch of Alex's skin. He could have killed himself if he had to lose Prita a second time.

“Master!” Marco ran in a flurry towards the big boss.

“Say, have you found my wife?” Alex's eyes were full of hope.

“Bos, Miss Prita is on the parker page of the hospital. Polo's been keeping her from running away again.”

Alex did not want to waste any time, he immediately stepped foot into the hospital parking area. Thousands of questions raged in his brain. Is Prita unhappy marrying me? Did he run away for fear of the same fate as Ramadan? You idiot, I love her so much. There's no way I'm gonna hurt him like I hurt Ramadan. Prita is my soul mate, while Ramadan is my enemy. So it is highly unlikely that I will treat you with the same treatment. You stupid Prita!

Bxngs!

Alex cursed what he was seeing with his own eyes. The wife he loved was holding the hand of a certain man, Alex did not know him. But if he had to judge the man was still below the standard of fondness of an Alex.

“Excellent my wife, what are you doing here with a man with a standard face like her Prita?”

Suddenly the oval-faced man looked at Alex with such a probing gaze.

“My wife?’ the man murmured softly, but Alex could still hear the sentence faintly.

Prita immediately put away his hand, the look of a frightened face could already be seen. Alex is trying to pull Prita's wrist. But the young man tried to get in the way, by acting as a fortress to cover Prita's body from Alex's reach.

“Who are you? Do not interfere in the affairs of the husband and wife. I can sue you into the line of law, for abducting my wife.”

Lucky Prita knows herself and immediately thrust her body towards Alex. “Don't mind me again Brother Hilal, Prita will go with Prita's husband. May Brother Hilal soon find happiness, do not assume that I have a sister. Assalamualaikum.”

Alex immediately dragged Prita into the car. Marco immediately gasped towards the boss's mansion. Marco and Polo were anxious, for sure after this there would be a spill of goods in the mansion inside their bantin. Just like Prita, she was holding back half her fear. Prita can already think if after until bathing later he will become a potato parchment .. steamed, kneaded and fried.

“But, Prita—“

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Alex immediately dragged Prita into the car. Marco immediately gasped towards the boss's mansion. Marco and Polo were anxious, for sure after this there would be a spill of goods in the mansion inside their bantin. Just like Prita, she was holding back half her fear. Prita can already think if after until bathing later he will become a potato parchment .. steamed, kneaded and fried.

Alex slaps Prita as soon as they get in the room. Prita could only grimace in pain, her cheeks were hot. Slam the door strong, sweeping away every item on the table. Some Gucci and expensive flower vases also did not escape the tantrums of Alex at that time. Marco, Polo could only be silent to each other hearing the sound of shards of items that even sounded very clearly from downstairs.

Inadvertently Alex also pulled Prita's clothes until the part of his arm was torn, Prita who was scared half to death, immediately took a fruit knife lying on the floor. Position ready, Prita has placed a knife on his wrist. Even the tip of the blade had also slightly injured his hand, a little fresh blood had already flowed.

“Don't be stupid Prita! I love you so much, but you've made me fiery like this! The hand must be washed many times so that the man's handprints are not left behind.”

“He's the man I love now, all because of you! I have to leave the person I've worked so hard to love!”

Like the venom of a Cobra snake, Alex's heart is helpless. He's like a boat that has no direction to sail.

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