The Struggle of a Husband
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In the doorway, Amri was still standing firmly staring at the departure of Slyn's father who drove forward quickly. After she was not seen from sight, Amri stepped in and sat in the guest room. He typed a message for Sellyn.
Ting. ting.
Sellyn opened a message from Amri
⁇ ️ Amri
"Walking through the rush of time with you and the many years we've spent together. Sharing the joys and sorrows we live together."
"With all my heart and all the feelings that God has entrusted to me. I am permitted to make this confession. And today, I want to say my longing to you."
"Please leave everything to Allah. I'll stay with you. Not because I was afraid to leave you. It's not because the ego wants you.
"I want to run our Sunnah-Rasul.
Describe love properly, pouring longs to be a reward. With you in holy bondage.
lkatan is Ridhoi by ilahi-Robbi. I want to run the days by looking at your smile that always appears in the coloring in the morning. Let me take care of you, let me make you the most precious jewel to me. Be the best jeweler in the world, who will always cool your eyes. Will you be the end of my journey of love? Then accept my proposal."
"Your father has accepted me to propose to you. And next month, I'll bring along a family troupe to come ask you."
Slyn's hand shuddered, as soon as she opened her phone when it was open. It was clearly visible on his phone screen. He was crying, shedding tears. Feelings of pleasure, happiness and must become one. After reading the message from Amri.
He did not expect the struggle to defend Amri, not in vain and sweet fruit.
Selyn was very grateful to God, for having met her with Amri. And maintain his love only for one Amri, for many years. Although the distance separated between the two of them, but could not separate the sense that was so deeply embedded between their hearts that had become one.
They are not dating but just tell each other the news. To know the news through their respective mobile phones. And they're still keeping that feeling for each other until this very moment. Now Amri has kept his promise until the word halal arrived, to propose Slyn the girl of love.
Selyn who read the message could not say anything. He was still shocked to get the message he had been waiting for. With trembling hands, Slyn tried typing and replying to a message for Amri. He remembered the message that had been sent to Amri. Then he copied and put in extra words. To clarify the relationship between the two of them and immediately formalize it.
The message was always Sellyn Save, to remember and remember Amri's struggle to get himself. When he came to propose to her three years ago.
Ting.
The sound of one message came in on Amri's cell phone, which was located in his pants pocket. Then he took it and read it.
⁇ ️ Sellyn
"If God had chosen you for me.
I will be happy and continue to be with you, no matter what you are and what you have. I'll also continue on the religion that's on you."
"I accepted your proposal. And next month I'll be home soon. After I got my S2 here."
Amri sighed with so much relief, because the wait that had been awaited had been answered already. The struggles and trials he went through were so hard to get a girl adoration his heart.
The flashback
At that time there were two people riding on an oxtail motorbike that drove slowly.
Down the paved smooth road, up and down the incline. One of them sat in the back seat. Neat dressings, considering white shirts plated in black toga. Complete with a pentagon hat on the head.
While in the steering chair, sat a middle-aged man who was busy holding the handlebar of his tail motorbike. In the climbs of the middle-aged man it must go down, because his tail motor can not climb and must push with all his might with a sharp breath.
The man wearing the puti shirt was Amri, and the one driving was his father.
For Amri, come kewisuda by riding a tail motorcycle driven by the father is not for welding or imaging. But that's the only vehicle his family owns. Demanding knowledge until college, is not an easy thing for Amri. A family that lives in peace. The exorbitant tuition fees seem to never be achieved by them.
But because of the unanimous determination, the family still lectured Amri even though the father had to stop working from the plywood company and apply for early retirement to get severance for his tuition fees.
Lucky Amri is a thin-brained child. Good achievements in school made him selected as a scholarship recipient, so Amri could go to college for free.
Pov Amri's
"When I was insecure about my parents' condition, you quickly felt it was removed from my dictionary."
"Huge support is reason enough to make me proud of my family."
"The confidence grew, and I was also able to get along well with my friends in the campus"
"The achievements during college were really brilliant and upon graduation, my GPA approached the word perfect.That's 3.96."
"I'm often asked, what is the secret behind all this."
"I'm just saying, I don't have any special recipes and the important thing is to study with sincerity and manage time efficiently."
"With that strategy, I was able to complete in a short period of time that was only three and a half years. "
"My dream is not just to pass S 1saja. I still want to continue my S 2 and beyond."
"And the college I went to was no longer in the country. But the best university in London, England is AA (Architectural Association).
"My achievement was encouraging, immediately became the attention of many parties and after graduating it. Many scholarship offers are coming. Not only that, various companies also flocked to come to propose."
"I have proven that economic limitations do not prevent a person from pursuing his knowledge and ideals. Economic entanglement can be defeated with seriousness and determination. "
Flashback.
Amri goosebumps himself, remembering that time where he had struggled with earnestness and had the support of his parents who were willing to quit his job for severance money to educate himself.
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