Red Noctah
The Part 55
"I am also only close because of the status of the brethren," he replied reflexively. Hope Bhishma can catch that sentence.
"meaning?" ask Bisma to make sure.
"Ish .. males really talk to you, do not listen!" dumel Bila while getting out of the chair.
"Did you reject Ustadz Zaki's proposal?" tanyanya could not believe it. The perfect man was just rejected. The man followed his ex-wife who walked onto the sofa.
"Is something wrong?" When back asking.
"Yes ... don't know, how can you?" tanyanya while making a smile.
"Why not?"
"What's the reason you rejected the proposal?" ask the man to the maximum. I wish I was honest with her feelings.
"Enough me and God know," answered the woman in her own wrath.
"A perfect Ustadz Zaki has been rejected, let alone me?" mumbled wailing. "Maybe directly not included in the list of criteria," he said provoking feedback from the words of his ex-wife.
"Love does not look at the perfect, but accepts that which makes it comfortable to complement each other and then perfects the shortcomings themselves" he answered wisely.
"Do you feel comfortable with me now?" tanyanya doubt.
"You're quite unsettling" replied When honest.
"Reveal what? I want to know what you think?"
"Stop right now," the woman replied honestly.
Later his heart was made to turn over his cold demeanor. It's annoying enough and makes it uncomfortable. Really, If you hate to respond to your own feelings.
It's hard to just say something from the heart. It is hard not to accept, hard to ignore, even rejected. Shame still dominates, let God give way according to His guidance. There are many women who cannot open themselves, even though the person in front of his eyes is still difficult to express his honesty.
The dawn prayer ended their conversation, and the whole night chatting finally found the answer to the woman's shock. Honestly, the man is happy, but there are doubts when he wants to go further. Right, let God guide you according to His way.
"I pray at the hospital mushola?" he said as he rolled the shirt up to the top of the elbow.
Nabila nodded without responding. However, when the woman had just come out of the bathroom, she found that Bhishma had not yet moved from there.
"Kok has not left, will miss the congregation," he reminded.
"Want to worship with you, to be a priest in your real world again" he answered solemnly.
The woman fluttered, towards the second prayer rug reserved for her.
"Any acc?" he continued expectantly.
"Pronounce the intent and purpose of the heart" he replied ambiguously.
"So no? How is it even worse?"
"Curhat used to be with Allah, who knows when to pray there is an airy heart to guarantee my prayer."
They prayed together, there was a calm feeling in the corner of his heart. Pray for the good and health of his family. Bisma and If not go away, both menunagat in the same qolbu.
"What is your prayer this morning, Razik's mother?" bisma asked smiling. Still sitting face to face but not too close.
"Many, want to quickly Razik healthy, can return home, family health, for all loved ones including father and mother. Survival for my life" answered the woman, busy folding her face.
"Do you want to know my prayers this morning other than for Razik's recovery?" abugn.
"What?" The woman looked at him for a while, only then cut off the gaze in the other direction. Any woman will always be wrong when stared at for a long time.
"Can be given a second chance to be a priest in your life" he replied solemnly.
Beautiful, the words are too beautiful just to be heard, quite reassuring qolbu who later began to fret.
"Just come to the house and meet the person who has the right to me" the woman replied.
What does that mean when it gives her a second chance. Ask your father to make the woman his life companion. The man's face stained, his smile expanding without excuse. I feel like there is hope for a step closer. May this time be the way, for good things be waged.
***
"You if you want to go to the office, let Razik I take care," said Bila suggested. Two days in hospital, Razik's platelets have not gone up, making the boy have to be treated intensively.
"There's a new advertising project, I just want to put it off, there's no way I'm leaving when our son is sick" he said.
"Why isn't there me?"
"No pa-pa if I stay for a while, I'll be right back with you guys" he said.
"Yes, I can take care of Razik myself."
"Thank you, Bil, I'll finish my work soon, '" he said as he approached Razik. It cradled for a while before finally leaving a trace of affection on its forehead.
"We're saying gini, right? Cool off hugging and kissing you, but can't you?" he smiled.
"Yes, go there, you can't keep looking at me like that" she replied embarrassedly.
"Ahk ..the rigors of my life!" knock the man as it passes.
Smiling at yourself hearing that.
