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Move on. part.3.

With a heavy heart, brother Khadijah began to tell the reason why his in-laws and brother-in-law had quarreled with him.

" After we got married and lived in the house of Raka's parents, I was always humiliated because of my condition, which was physically disabled, but I was not heart defective, she said, I tried to be patient with the insults of the Bang Raka family, indeed he always defended me, but I was afraid that the Raka bang would gradually saturate and listen to the words of his mother and brother", he said in tears.

" What's my fault, I don't want a defect in myself, this is the deed of God that I have to live with, maybe bang Raka didn't tell them about my physical disability, so they were shocked and didn't accept my condition this deck, and they said that bang Raka didn't deserve to live with me, she could still separate a woman who was more worthy than me".

" They do not deserve to be called brethren, though they are not physically disabled, but they have a defect of heart and soul, so they blame the Lord and feel to be the most perfect being ", I said furious, I want it to feel like I give a lot of green cayenne pepper to their mouths, let moonyoor all of you.

" So patient and stoic brother, thank goodness bang Raka chose big brother, hopefully later after living in Binjai, the household brother is getting happier and fine, and better, and do I have to tell Uncle and Aunt in the village?", I asked.

" Don't deck, don't tell aunty, later she will be thinking and cause a lot of problems later, let my pain be my own responsibility, no one suffers because of me" he said, and I immediately hugged her body tightly, and wiped her tears.

" Don't say that, brother, even if we're not siblings, I consider brother as my own brother, brother is not alone, there is still me who will help my sister as much as I can" I said as I hugged her.

After Khadija fell asleep, I came out of my room and immediately met my husband who was sitting on the porch.

" Dear, has bang Raka been home for a long time?", I asked.

" Just down the deck, we talked a lot about his family not accepting the condition of Khadijah who is physically disabled like that" said my husband.

" I don't think that seeing their arbitrary behavior insulting Khadijah's brother, they usually only oppress the weak" I said indignantly.

As it was already noon, we rushed into the house. I saw the clock on the wall already showing at 2 p.m. It turns out that I have not done my duty to Allah, because I am busy comforting Khadijah. I rushed to the bathroom to clean myself up and took ablution to perform the Dzuhur prayer, and was followed by my husband as well.

After the prayer, we had lunch together in the kitchen. After eating, I brought food for Khadijah in the guest room, a glass of water for her.

I opened the door, and I saw that Khadijah was still sleeping on the bed, and I sat down on the edge of the bed, and woke him up for lunch.

Brother Khadijah sat leaning on the bed and started to have lunch. After eating, I told him to pray Dzuhur. Khadijah's brother put it forward immediately.

" It turns out that yes deck, brother is proud to have a good sister like you" he said before I exited his room.

Evening arrived, finished dinner and cleaned the kitchen, I saw brother Khadijah sitting pensive in the tv room.

" Sister, do not dream on, ntar trance how?" I said while turning on the television.

As we watched the romantic movie, I heard someone knocking on our door, who the guest was, I said in my heart as I rushed to the door.

I opened the door, and I saw....

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