The Struggle of a Husband

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It did not feel the time was approaching at night, when on the way the car was driven Amri stopped at a red light. And at that time, Amri was driving by removing the kopyah and turban he was wearing.

Suddenly a beautiful, hijab-wearing woman approached and asked for help. Amri thought the woman had an important need and needed help.

"Assalamualaikum, Mas night?"

Ask the woman next to the steering door.

"Walaikumusalam wr. wb, night."

Reply Amri.

"Follow dong, Mas. Can ya?"

"Oh.. may, may, please come in!"

Without babibu, the beautiful woman rushed inside. The door closed and the car started.

"Where are you going, Mas?"

Ask the pretty girl.

While wearing kopyah and turban Amri, the typical ulama casually replied.

"Oh, this is you want to go to the inn but I want to stop by the mosque first. Anything, please come with me?"

The woman was shocked and misbehaved and replied nervously.

"Oh.Want to the mosque!"

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Ask Amri to the woman

But the shame of the woman said.

"My husband has been dead for a long time. I have not felt the inner living for a long time, as I used to feel when I was with him. Will you help me sleep with me?"

Sontak Amri felt shocked not a bitch. In a loud voice, Amri told the woman to get down from her car.

"Come out of here, don't you throw me into hell!"

But the woman did not want to go out. He continues to tease Amri, even though Amri has rejected him. Amri refused again his invitation loudly and advised him, but the woman did not want to leave. Facing that stubbornness, Amri was almost out of ways. Finally Amri tried asking in a soft tone. Without thinking the woman was getting closer and closer to Amri then opened the hijab and zipper his shirt.

Suddenly Amri immediately closed his eyes and shifted his gaze, then said.

"What are you doing?"

Ask Amri by trying to control his pacah heart and mind seeing the temptation beside him. He tried to strengthen his faith and tried as calmly as possible. Facing the woman beside him, Amri focused on driving his car and drove him to the side of the road and stopped him.

"I really want you, I just want answers from you."

The woman replied as she teased and seduced Amri.

"Some time, there are some questions for you. If you answer honestly, then I'll answer your question."

Amri said as he bowed his head and closed his eyes so as not to see the temptation beside him.

"Okay, I'll answer you honestly."

Answer the woman beside Amri who was sitting facing him.

"First, if the angel of death would take your life now. Are you glad I fulfilled your request?"

Asked Amri, the woman did not think she would get a question that reminded her of death. He immediately replied.

"No!!" Answer

"No!!"

Reply the woman again with her eyes beginning to glaze over.

"Three, if you are now before Allah, to be held accountable for all His blessings bestowed upon you, will there remain joy in your heart. If I fulfill your request?"

"For God's sake, no."

Answer the woman again who began to see her eyes shed a circle of tears on her smooth cheeks.

"Then fear Allah. How much He has given you everything."

Replied Amri, who had pulled over his car on the side of the road and tried to give a little question and give advice to the beautiful woman.

Hearing Amri's reply, the woman immediately cried unstoppably. He really learned a lesson that touched him. He immediately closed the zipper of his shirt and put on his hijab again. Then, he immediately got out of Amri's car and left without saying a word while crying and running.

Amri sighed softly and tried to control himself.

Amri beristigfar many times and after calm Amri also continued the pace of his car back. To stop for a while in Surau which is close to the road to the inn.

Azan magrib also resounded clearly in Amri's ears. Slowly Amri parked his car on the side of the road and got out of the car. Amri stepped towards Surau, in the midst of the rain that began to wet the earth. He took ablution water beside Surau which contained three rows of water faucets, with clothes that had begun to get wet because of the rain that soaked him. Then Amri went into Surau and performed his worship.

While carrying out his duties as a Muslim, Amri stepped back to the car and will continue his journey to the inn which is approximately 1km away.

Just half the journey of Amri's stomach to protest in the contents, finally Amri turned his footsteps to the right of the road. Heading to the meatballs on the side of the road close to the sidewalk, while Amri's car parked on the left side of the road.

Amri also approached the meatballs, seen a middle-aged father was packing a dirty table.

"Assalamualaikum, sir."

Greet Amri with a smile.

"Guardas wb." Uh kid, let's sit down."

Answer the meatballs and let Amri sit down.

"Yes, thank you sir," Amri also stepped towards the seat that lined the 3 benches. Then sit down and order a meatball.

"Sir, I ask for a one-serving meatballs don't use sambel."

"Yes, Son. Is there anything else? what's it gonna drink?" Ask the meatballs

"I'm asking for anget tea, sir."

"What sweet bargain is it, son?"

"Sweet sir, but not too much sugar huh?"

"Oh.iya, wait a minute, son."

Amri simply used his head in response and turned his gaze towards the road. I accidentally saw a girl, standing next to a meatball cart with her head bowed. The girl looked cold under the increasingly heavy rain. The girl held onto her stomach like someone who was sick or hungry.

Immediately Amri got up from his seat and approached the girl, then asked.

"Do you want to buy meatballs?"

"Yes, but I don't have any money."

the girl replied shyly.

"It's okay, I'll treat you. Sit down, I'll order it for you." Answer Amri

Not long after, the father of the meatballs delivered 2 bowls of meatballs ordered by Amri. Immediately Amri divided one bowl for the girl. The girl immediately ate the meatballs.

Thanks though.