Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)
PSBB And PPKM
No more diction capable of stringing words to describe the contents of Khansa's heart ...
Although Ramadhan remembers him only a little, it is enough for him
I will find no saturation point for a Ramadan who is my imam.
I would never feel like I was on the verge of the spirit to restore her memory
My despair will never be extinguished My spirit will never be broken to become the sun that becomes the center of rotation
Not just matters of the heart, but also matters of everything about life, fate, destiny, and many other things beyond logic. And I don't want to be fragile and have no confidence in dealing with that.
There is God in every step of the servant who is in His way. There are Abah and Umi who support me even though they are now intangible in front of me. There is Aisha who is ready to support me even though I am in the deepest part of the earth.
I've lost Abah and Umi, this time I don't want to lose my husband's Ramadan and my sister's Aisyah.
I hope the universe doesn't add any more jokes to my destiny line. Every human being who lives on this earth will certainly have their own trials and problems. There are even many out there whose problems are actually more complicated than ours. But in the patient class, the problem is just like a gaping wound. Wounds that only ask to be healed with drugs or plaster, not with complaints and fanfare feel the most hurt.
"Asalamualaikum Khansa ... Brother Ramadhan,"
the heavy sound typical of Hafiz disperse the daydreams of Khansa and Ramadhan who had drowned in their own daydreams.
"Marine ...." The couple answered the greetings simultaneously.
"Sir Ramadhan, I want permission to take you to the city park. Fitria wants to go there and eat ice cream she said." Sontak Khansa looked towards Fitria.
"You crave or lack of affection baby? Ice cream?" khansa's gaze pierced through Fitria's defense standing near the kitchen door.
"Don't look not rich like Kapa Khansa, I'm not strong if you look at that. I used to join or bete often hang out Hafiz hanging out in the city park. I don't know, we were once PSBB."
"What is PSBB?" ask Khansa quickly.
"The Baby Hasn't Been Stupid" said Fitria cekikikian withholding her laughter. Khansa was only able to close her smile with her palm.
"Still mending PSBB anyway, rather than PKM," said Hafiz chimed in.
"What is PPKM?" this time Fitria was curious.
"The PPKM was Once a Married Girlfriend, hahaaha ...."
"Ih ... Evil hafiz!" Phitria pinched the small arm of Hafiz.
"Ehem, if it has been pinched so .. means it is ready in the halalin tuh," said Ramadhan as he stepped into the sink washing his hands.
Three pairs of eyes are now looking towards Ramadan all, Ramadan who realizes he is now the center of attention trying to divert the conversation as well.
"When? I wonder what a rich city park is like."
"Now can ...."
The four men were now walking towards the direction of Fitria's car parked in the courtyard.
Hafiz started driving his car through the streets in the afternoon. Sometimes his gaze stared at the rearview mirror of the car that Hafiz could freely see the face of Fitria who was chatting, joking with laughter with Khansa.
I love you in my silence, Fitria. I even started praying for you in my silence. Start slipping your name into my prayer. And forgive me for watching you in secret. I know this is a sin, so I will wait until I can finally let you go in silence.
"If you like, say it. Do not be harbored, and do not forget to immediately pralalkan ..." said Ramadan lirih, Hafiz can only smile a little see himself caught looking at Fitria by Kak Ramadhan.
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There are some people who agree that if our thoughts cannot be separated from someone, then that person means also thinking about us.
It's not logic, but the truth is that's what happened.
Elsewhere, a Boby was also thinking about Fitria. While pushing the baby carriage back and forth, Boby's mind wandered everywhere.
The last message I sent did not turn into a blue tick
Even though the WhatsApp I sent was in the form of a two-contreng, it was still gray
Is this a sign? That you no longer have a longing. That longing has died in your heart? Miss that no longer for me?
All those memories have passed, and I didn't think it was a year ago
Memories of you are still approaching my night dreams
You still faithfully do not want to get out of my brain
My great mistake was to waste you being always sincere to me.
I just unilaterally and so foolishly believe and immediately marry the con woman
This child born is not of Phitria
Even with the heart he now leaves me with this innocent baby
This time I regretted the fate I had chosen
I hope there's still time
Later for us to meet
And you still want to come back to me
Phytria ...
Prayer from poor Boby ...
Connect ...
