Ummul & Ludmil Story
UMMUL'S DEATH
Sorry if there is a surah in Islam. My religion is good for me, and your religion is good for you. Let's make peace, and do not contradict when reading this novel, take who understands and understands.
I never knew if my pen writing was the end of a story or the end of a game world witness, which in the end we live in a world of worship, and waiting for the leaves with our name to fall, the rough waiting in line.
"Never hope in the uncertain, let alone face greedy people" he said, making a symbol of my life keeping the promise to give up, remember giving up is a victory for our lives, to walk straight which is not easy.
Ummul, the meaning of my name is well known to mother, while my husband is named Bang Ludmil. Which means it's so beautiful, I realized that I'm the lucky one to marry a guy like Ludmil bang.
As the name implies, Ludmil bang, itself has the meaning of human glory, which is not easy to live paired with it. Many lives are contradictory, which in the end we agree to one path.
Braaghs.
Prefers.
Ummul, who is currently making tea in the kitchen, the end of this tightness of himself is getting peaked. The pain this time, he could not bear when Bang Ludmil himself, there were guests on the porch of his house.
'Yes rabb! Is, this the end of it all. If I pray, I beg you. Let me make a dish, for the guests of my husband, who are from afar. As well as ablution and begging for forgiveness before being called.' Inner Ummul, which at that time he wore large trousers covering his legs, and mukena with a covering of his mouth, like a mask. Not strange, because every Ummul is tight, and coughing he will wear it so that it is not exposed to the interlocutor.
"Daddy, are you ready?" asked bang Ludmil, as he opened the shabby green black-striped curtain, looked at his wife if she had any hassles preparing.
"Ah, just a minute bang, brother in front. It's not good, if you're late behind. It's my job, I'm ordinary."
"Again afraid of you deck hassles, how is there anything you need to bring?"
"Eeemh, just tissue. Same pastries on tray bang, which is light. Coffee, same tea I stir first. The rest I can still bring a bang." Ummul smile, covering up the stifled pain, like a sharp pull in his breathing cavity, like a pull.
"All right, brother first!" bang Ludmil's smile, somehow the end of this wife like something hidden.
Wanting to feel, Ludmil himself spoke four-eyed, but because the guests were still visiting, so Ludmil delayed until they took a break talking a lot.
"Ah, I hope it's a feeling not right, I'm just worried. My wife can't possibly hide something she's not" Ludmil said plainly.
And inexplicably continue will guests who come, all from the area of cirebon, pamijahan, and cibubur. They are habib, hajj who visited once a congregation bang Ludmil, who came to meet and will fill the event in a mosque, near the house bang Ludmil accidentally, all stop by berkilaturahmi.
As for Ummul, he was only frightened when his hands trembled, while carrying a warm drink and a teapot of bells onto the table.
"Sir, what are you?" ludmil said, when he looked at his wife's hand like never before.
"Assalamualaikum, please drink sir! Bang, I ain't nothing. I go in first yes, want ashar, at once contact Ludmila, the boy why it is difficult to contact ya bang. He said tutoring's coming home at 3, what time is it."
"Sir, Ashar is still ten minutes away. Mila also usually comes home ten minutes late, probably stuck. Don't worry, don't worry!"
"Eh, yes. Then I say yes bang, assalamualaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsalam." Reply simultaneously.
Somehow Ludmil himself looked at one of the pilgrims, like looking at his wife and saying Istighfar. Somehow he felt strange, frightened and did not want his words to be mistaken if he said something.
"Sorry, Mr. Ludmil. Is your wife healthy, or sick?" ask mr. Zenal.
"Alhamdulillah sir. Healthy, what's up?" asked Ludmil, straight up pale.
Ludmil nodded, and for some reason his heart was currently a little wavering in fear. They also talked about the construction of the mosque, Ludmil himself was asking a high-science person, he planned with his wife to forgive a land of his, for the construction of musholla so that the village was a little crowded.
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Ummul, who has now been sanctified, ablution. He immediately prayed sunnah, and before ashar. It will soon be completed, on Thursday, by tomorrow Friday. Ummul himself could not stand, it hurt when a stone floated with red light, entering his window.
Ummul, who endeavored and strengthened his faith, continued rakaat until the end, so that after saying his greetings. Only then did Ummul read the letter, which contained at the end.
Tawakkaltu Allah!!
Until the final sentence, successfully Ummul Khasiah catapulted in his final prostration.
Ummul uttered a suffocating sentence, he could say the last word and bowed for a long time. His forehead was sweaty, his breathing was heavy so that the shadow of Ludmil bang, and his two daughters named Ludmila, and Fulmala was in Ummul's memory, he smiled and apologized if during his time as a mother, he was, and the wife is still not good.
Finally, Ummul himself closed his eyes, with a prostration position that had been ten minutes rigid, some of which would fall when touched.
"Mashallah."
Braaahag!!
A punch, or a bang is like a big rock. Making Ludmila who was called Mila, the second daughter of Ummul and Ludmil gasped in shock, when the door of her parents' room opened a little.
"Mom, what's wrong, ma'am?" mila shouted, home les shocked by a loud noise, like from his mother's room before going to his room.
Mila herself finally opened her socks, then saw her mother praying. He sat in a chair waiting for his mother, surrounding the room nothing fell. Only a curtain opens with the wind.
10 mins.
20 minutes, Mila immediately approached her mother, and touched her mother who was still bowing silently.
"Bus .. Aaaah!" mila shock.
Ibuuuuuuu .. cried Ludmila, making her unstoppable eyes fall just like that.
While Ludmil bang, and three guests are about to leave. Straight into the house will scream his daughter.
"What's Mil?"
"Mom, Ibuuu .. Ibu Sir." Mila, quiver and the three men behind the door, just Istighfar. And pronounce the inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'ain, after Ludmil approached and patted his wife on the cheek, with a heavy weeping falling.
"Dec, what's the deck. Why do you live like this.. ?" isak, Ludmil made all eyes flood.
One of the guests, contact someone immediately. Others contacted the mosque worshippers and neighbors for help.
TBC.
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