The Love of ROBBKU
Asking the Holy to be a companion
For several weeks Satria has been unceasingly blabbering, all because a letter from the college that he just received a few days ago stated that he was stopped unilaterally for no apparent reason. Satria is increasingly suspicious of the mastermind behind all this is his mother, starting from he who was also treated with his wife in the hospital on the grounds that the fear of dehydration continues. He only fainted once.
"Nur, I just signed up for college huh?" pinta Satria to his wife who was lying on her back while staring at the ceiling of the room.
"How important is college to you?" mala asked as she turned to look at her husband who was lying next to her with an inquisitive look. Mala does not understand the situation that he thinks is getting more complicated. Has he misstep? Married to Satria was the wish of her mother, not her own. Sometimes Mala thinks that her marriage is the best because she is loved and cared for by her husband Satria. However, if the exam comes as if it does not want to stop. Mala felt like ending this marriage, tired and restless as she felt. Humans are easily saturated creatures, sometimes when they do not have what they have? Humans will pursue him. However, if it already has? Then it will be a pith of saturation that makes Man lose the gratitude of the favors that the Robb has given.
"Very important, Nur! How can I run the Permata Grub company? What if the leader does not have broad insight? I think education is very important."
Mala was only able to throw a rough breath, for some reason? Her husband had already changed direction from his first intention. It was Papi Ikbal who forced her husband to go to college, because Satria wanted to run their marriage well. To be a worthy priest for himself. However, now? Her husband thought about the company that would be left to him.
"Son, the best science is the science of religion. We cling to the Robb. He is the All-Knowing, the All-Powerful. Sister, just need to run with sincerity and patience," explained Mala while holding her husband's hand. Channeling the positive energy she has so that her husband becomes calm.
Satria was eventually stunned by his wife's remarks, although sometimes his wife often irritated him. However, there are times when his wife becomes the best partner. Reprimand him if he is wrong without locking up and distorting his heart as a husband.
"Nur, your stomach is getting bigger," satria said as she stroked his wife's protruding belly. When in fact he switched the conversation so that his wife did not peel the problem of college deeper.
"Yes yes, brother? Maybe the tumots and our kids are doing well, so they're growing up fast."
"Allahu Akbar."
Satria was only able to smile wryly mendegar his wife's statement, indeed his wife like a chameleon. Sometimes full talk will be good. However, it can be ambiguous that makes Satia want to kill herself if her wife issued a sunami-like speech. Recite the feelings of those who face them.
"Sister, can I ask you something?" ask Mala doubtfully.
"If I could give it to you? Insha Allah, I will give you" explained Satria who still caressed his wife's stomach.
"I want Saints to be a companion, Brother?" reply Mala while looking at her husband's eyeballs inside.
Satria was silent for a moment before answering his wife's question, there was an uneasy feeling she felt after hearing that.
"What kind of companion do you mean?" satria asked carefully, afraid of speaking wrongly? Then disaster will happen.
"Being a life companion, sister. If later I ma---, "not finished Mala speaking her words have been cut off her husband.
"Don't talk that no! I don't like it, Nur," Satria explained, who knew where the conversation was going.
"Sister, get an umbrella ready before it rains. Willing wife backup before dying."
Satria flicked his wife's forehead, Satria's feelings were really upset about his wife's assumption which plunged him into his opinion. Was there a spare wife before she died? Only Mala could think about that. No other wife can do that.
"Ouch, sick sister! This is already KDRT," Mala said while stroking her forehead which felt hot due to her husband's centile.
"Let it be, this is due to your strange request," Satria explained as she stared intently at Mala.
"Sir, I'm serious! Brother knows that Saints are orphans? Just like me. So, I understand how it feels like him. There was no one to lean and moan. For a long time I have faith, otherwise? It's lost."
Satria stared at his wife's nanar, he knew very well it was like being in a position to have no one to complain to. Except, the Robb who is always faithful mengardu complaints His Servant who sometimes neglect His commandments. However, the love of the Robb never broke up or faded away at any time. Only we who as His Creation are always turning away and blaming the Robb if tested.
"You seriously want to make Saints, my companion?" tanya Satria made sure his wife's request wasn't just a momentary idea.
"God willing, Brother."
"Ko, me? Who wants to marry you," asked Mala bangtung.
"You asked, he said, to make the Holy One my side? So, you're the one who should propose to her" Satria explained.
"No, I'm ashamed! Cook women to propose to women."
Satria laughed out loud while holding his stomach, a piece of anxiety about his wife's words earlier.
"Hahahaha... , you're funny Nur!" he explained while breaking his laughter after seeing his wife's sharp gaze.
"Okay, I'm weird!" mala said as she turned away from her husband. He's really sulking.
"Sorry, Honey. Don't you get angry, okay?" Satria tried to seduce his wife.
"You want to hear the story of Nami Ismail's mother?" Satria tried to lure his wife and binggo. His wife turned to face him.
"Not in the story, I already know!" sewot.
"really? Tell me," asked Satria.
"His wife Prophet Abraham asked his mother Prophet Ishmael to be his wife. For his wife Prophet Abraham who had not been given a son. After they were married, the Prophet Ishmael was born. Finally," Mala explained, completing a short story that he knew about the story of Prophet Abraham and Prophet Ismail.
Satria rubbed her pointed chin thinking. How to trap the wife. Finally Satria had an amazing idea.
"You want to be like Abraham's wife?" satria asked while looking at his wife.
"No! I'm his wife Brother" Elak Mala.
"It's not like that, honey! I mean his tauladannya sari. You want to ask the Saints to be my companion, don't you?" satria clearly so that his wife understands. Mala just nodded in response to the words of her husband.
"Then you come to Suci tomorrow and ask her to be your honey" Satria explained.
Mala understood her husband's remarks and she finally began to understand what he meant.
"Alright, tomorrow I will ask Saints to be my Maduku" Mala explained.
"Allahu Akbar, the wrong address of this house?" inner Satria.
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