Wrong Khitbah

97. SK 2: LOSING BEFORE FIGHTING

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Akhtar was being called to the office to check the data of Ma'gad Kiyai Kholid.

"Alhamdulillah.real all safe and running well there is no problem" said thanks Akhtar after checking everything in great detail.

"Thank you, Ustadz, have been maintaining the trust of Ma'had as long as Kiyai Kholid is in need of help" said Akhtar sincerely to Ustadz Maulana, Kiyai Kholid confidant and the second person who carries the mandate of this Ma'had.

"Sama-sama Ustadz, it is my duty. Kiyai Kholid himself I have considered as my own father, I cannot be silent when he is in need of help" replied Ustadz Maulana slightly bowed.

Akhtar nodded with a smile.

"Let's Ustadz, we go to my hut. We'll have tea for a moment" Ustadz Maulana asked

"All right, come on"

The two went hand in hand while telling the story of the beginning of Kiyai Kholid began to get sickly.

After arriving at Ustadz Maulana's house, their conversation came to a halt.

"Assalamu'alaikum.." said the two, then went inside the house.

"Please Ustadz, this is where we live. Sorry if it is not as comfortable as Ustadz's house, consider it his own house Ustadz" Ustadz Maulana let Akhtar sit

"No.no.this is extensive, and insyaaAllah.comfortable for anyone"

Before long came a tall young woman, white and ayu-faced. with a tray filled with drinks and some light snacks.

Akhtar lowered his gaze as the woman approached.

The tea was in front of each of them.

"Please Ustadz" said Ustadz Maulana.

Akhtar smiled faintly while nodding. The woman who was putting down the snack accidentally glanced at Akhtar's charming smile, making his heart pound.

Akhtar's hand stretched out to take his cup of tea on the table. The scent of Akhtar's perfume pierced into the woman's sense of smell, making her body instantly nervous and trembling. Until he accidentally dropped the lid of the jar which was immediately caught by Akhtar.

"M-sorry" he slowly took the lid of the jar and lifted the tray into the kitchen

"I'm sorry Ustadz, my daughter is very shy" said Ustadz Maulana.

"No problem Ustadz"

The two continued their conversation which had stopped earlier. It came to a topic that deviated from Ma'had's affairs.

"How did Ustadz think of my daughter?" Ask Ustadz Maulana carefully.

"I don't know Ustadz, but she seems like a nice girl, has good manners and manners too" Akhtar said.

"I've loved Ustadz since I first met. I also know what Ustadz is like. It just so happens that my daughter has not received her proposal. Did~?"

"Sorry Ustadz. But I am married, I already have a wife. And we just got married about 2 weeks ago" explained Akhtar cut off Ustadz Maulana speech that he knew this conversation was leading to where.

Akhtar's reply made Ustadz Maulana and the person behind the wall flinch. Quite surprising indeed. But.that's the truth

A body suddenly sagged upon hearing the words of the man he had just admired.

"Ahm? Really it? Congratulations Ustadz, I'm sorry I didn't know that" said Ustadz Maulana.

"It's okay Ustadz"

"Sorry, I heard your talk, and sorry to wipe a little. Ustadz, is it not permissible in Islam to have more than one wife?" The words of Ustadz's wife Maulana suddenly came along. Ustadz Maulana stared intently at his wife.

His wife did not heed his gaze.

Akhtar stretched out his chest and answered with confidence

"True, Islam does allow having no more than four wives. But I have no desire to marry again. Just one wife that I LOVE, my dependents in the world and in the hereafter. And it never occurred to me in the slightest to give honey to her. I will not be able to do that to him" Akhtar replied calmly, without any anger or upset.

"Man cannot measure his own ability Ustadz, God knows the ability of his servant. There's no harm in running the sunnah' khan?"

"Eye!" Ustadz Maulana said firmly

"Sunnah is right, but the responsibility is very heavy. Moreover, that soft heart I will destroy instantly. No woman is willing to be in honey, even though it is the wife of the Prophet, Sayyidah Aisyah bint Abu Bakr, because her jealousy in honey makes her not included in the leader of the women of heaven. What about my wife who is just an ordinary woman. So too with me. I will stick to my determination, by making my wife one in my heart" Akhtar's remarks irritated Ustadz Maulana's wife and went to the back.

"All right then"

Akhtar nodded.

"Umi" said Ustadz Maulana's daughter to Uminya who came with an annoyed face

"Why did Umi say that right, shame Umi..I'm fine." he said with tears.

"Umi know you like it. Umi's just helping you. But, sorry Umi didn't make it"

"Umi..hiks.." he hugged Uminya sobbing.

His heart was broken accepting the fact that he lost before fighting. Also think about how Akhtar's assessment after this was on her.

She was ashamed of her own feelings.

He intends in his heart to hold it, but he lost quickly with Uminya who really likes to play bluntly.

While in front..

"Ustadz, I'm sorry. He was so. Sorry.once. I didn't mean to.."

"I understand Ustadz." Akhtar replied smilingly

'ahh.my wife. I miss you, want to hug and kiss you right now. Yes Zaujati.' Akhtar's inner self behind his smile.

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, "The leading lady of heaven is four. She is Maryam bint Imran, Fatimah bint Rasulallah SAW, Khadijah bint Khawailid and Asiyah." (CHR. Judges and Muslims)." 

Ask for his trail Mother.if his like is not normal, males nulis bund, he'em serious dah. So if you already do not like it loh. so do not forget to stay in his tracks