Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)
I'm Back
Praise be to Allah's presence, prayers and greetings are also always poured out to our lord and lord, Muhammad saw, family and friends who always accompany him.
"I'm back."
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Tirta Amarta implores and reviews the smile about the love of a husband who had not remembered his wife. Strive to reach for love at the last request that is clenched and spoken at the end of the prayer.
The strains of artistry have been answered by the creator, the sweet taste of a servant who is willing to be prejudiced and try to be patient even though the pain is still there. Stand tall, fight every fabrication and take advantage of the greedy heart of a human boy named Kinara.
Loving a partner and being loved by our own partner is the most perfect thing and makes the heartbeat glow happily. Opportunity will not come a second time, take care of your heart and love. Because the soul mate is not about perfect, but it is about complementing each other.
"Let it pass, then" the inner Khansa tried to remind herself.
Remembering and remembering the past once in a while is natural, everyone must have a past. Khansa no longer wants to fall into the dark umbrella puddle of the past that has no end if it continues to be remembered.
"Today is yours," said Ramadhan who managed to disperse the Khansa daydream that has finished performing the tahajud sunnah prayer. The current clanging time still shows at 03.00 in the morning. Ramadan is still understood if the wife daydreams, maybe because she is still sleepy.
"I-I mean Honey?" Khansa scrunched her forehead. She still does not understand the meaning of the words of her husband who just disperse her daydream.
Ramadhan commented on the smile on the tip of his lips, he had just understood. If his beloved wife is thinking about something, I don't know what it is ... Ramadan does not want to take it or question it. His purpose and desire now only want to devote all his love and love for his wife, may this get ridho from Allah swt. "That has passed, let it pass. Today is ours and let the future come of its own. Man can only plan, but it is still God who will set it to destiny. My wife Khansa .. today belongs to you, I am so grateful that my memory has returned. I'm sure your efforts to get me to remember everything back must not have been easy. If I say I cannot make up for every mistake that has made your heart hurt, then allow me to be able to do and fulfill your wishes from today on Khansa."
The pair's eyes now clashed with each other, seconds later Khansa lowered her gaze. It didn't take long, Khansa's cheeks were wet.
The soft caress of Ramadan's fingers on Khansa's chin, slowly raised her face. He looked back with a face that was still difficult to guess what was in his wife's mind. Ramadhan immediately swept away those tears with both palms of his hands. And holding his wife's hands.
"Make what you want to say, darling, never hold it. Because honestly, I entered into a row of male baritones that are less sensitive. It is not easy to understand and guess what women want. But I will try and learn to understand it as long as it can make your dear heart happier and happier" said Ramadhan honestly.
"Sad, laughter, jealousy and happiness are yours. If we were two different bases, we would try to balance each other. Khansa, forgive me for complicating your life and always hurting you. I am not an example of a good priest, but I will always learn and try to be good." Again and again, Ramadhan tried, even if he could not remove all the wounds in Khansa's heart because of the behavior he did not remember, at least he tried to repair or reduce the wound.
The look on Ramadan's face grew grim, seeing his beloved wife still faithfully put on a flat face and his tears still faithfully flowed down his face.
"Sir Ramadhan, akh-revision ... Dear. Can I ask for a wish?" Khansa's lips spoke, but her face remained lowered shut in embarrassment.
"I ... I want to be able to get pregnant again soon, is that okay?" khansa asked still faithfully lowered her face, she did not dare to turn her face to look at each other with her husband, this was too embarrassing. "Women's time asked for, quarrel ...." Khansa could only be deeply entrenched in his heart. It's wet already, it's wet.
Unexpectedly, Ramadhan immediately stood up with a face that looked very enthusiastic. The radiance of happiness could not be covered up anymore, very striking. "Let's do it now!" The high intonation is proof of the spirit of 45 Ramadan to grant the wife's wish.
"Loh, she said, I'd love to get pregnant again soon .. Yeah let's make it now."
"Make it now, make it now. The words of Kak Ramadhan are already rich enough for people to make a lick."
"You want what now?"
"You want to?"
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Assalamualaikum, th,
Good night everyone ....
Forgive the new author to come back from a tiring exploration.
God willing, I will be consistent with this novel until the end. And as of tomorrow a new novel with the genre of adult romance will be released.
Title; Desire of Barteran Husband
So this novel I wrote to carry the emancipation of women yaπ€
It's been a lot of tuh, wife in pawn, wife sold because of debt, wife in contract, so now I write for compensation. Husband used to pay debtsπ€
Directly just make the coin tomorrow, do not forget to click favorite, five-star rate is the same comment.
Thank you for all the support so far.
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