
God loves the cry of a sinner more than that of a proud one for his faith...
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The nanar gaze of a mother stared blankly at the rice field right in front of her eyes..
The hijab she wears is occasionally blown by the wind. His mouth commits us to recite the remembrance of the prayer beads that he always carries, are in the right hand.
"Mom.." The call of a veiled girl made her turn her head and smile.
"Why mother??? I brought you my mom lunch"
"mom take a break, who are you??"
"Self ma'am, no one wants me to come here" said the girl grumbling..
"Udah, don't frown at it, ugly boy. You call gih, we have lunch together "
The girl called her father who was only about 5 meters away growing rice..
"Sir, sire.. Eat first" he shouted from the grunts.
The father smiled and greeted the child with the best smile.
The three of them ate solemnly in a little dangauan that was on the edge of the grunter, occasionally their laughter was heard. Although simple food they eat, but able to make their sincere smile out...
"Yes, soon enough to call zhuhur. You guys go home first. I want to clean and pray in the mosque"
The two women of different ages nodded.
"Later to go home quickly yes" the child sways spoiled in the hands of the father.
"Yes son" replied the father stroking the child's head with affection..
"Mother yes sir" the wife kissed her husband's hand with reverence, followed by the child later.
"Assalamualaikum sir"
"Greetings waalaikum"
They leave the father who will continue his activities.
After the backs of the two women he loved moved away, the father again sat in a dangau laugh deep into the past.
The beautiful woman he married and loved was a famous model and very se.Xi in his time.
Popularity that he can make him forget himself. She was even willing to be a woman one night just to get a job even though she already had a husband.
Until when he bravely cheated with his own best friend's husband. He was divorced and wanted to be killed by his best friend's man. But the man did not do it because he had fallen in love. Until they finally got married.
Friska was the name of the woman, who had changed from a b.nal woman to a devout Muslim woman with a religion. Love is slowly reciprocated because now Friska also loves her and has one very beautiful daughter named SYANUM ADZKIA RUQAYYAH...
Despite living within limitations and being very simple, this little family enjoys their day happily.
All the past they have dated from themselves, now they just look at the future in plain sight.
This year Syanum has completed his high school education.
He said this morning that he wanted to continue his education to a higher level.
Which parent is unhappy if the child gets a scholarship from school, and continues his education.
But of course all he thought about was money.. Indeed, college does not pay because it has a responsibility, but for the cost of food, books and shelter must definitely be thought of from now on.
Moreover, the scholarship that d get the child is in the city. Make the father dissolve in regret because from a small day can not make the child happy with property.
He prayed that God could help him get out of this problem....
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While d travels, Syanum and his mother can only remain silent without a word. The trip this time.
I would love Syanum to tell the mother if she gets a scholarship and will go to the dream university.
But she was afraid to make her mother sad. If the mother does not allow her to leave, then she gladly complies with the request of the mother.
After giving birth to Syanum, Friska could no longer conceive and give birth because her uterus had to be removed.
Either God was angry because of Friska's past or indeed God was testing the repentance he was living at that time.
Because it also makes Friska is very overprotective to the baby.
"Why son???"
"Mm it's okay Mom"
"You can't lie to me, son"
"Sorry Mom, there's actually something I want to tell you"
"What'sthat??? Like it's very serious"
"Hm"
"Have you guys gone home??? There was a guest, but it was like he was gone" buk RT d their village said to make the conversation of mother and child pause.
"Who's the guest, ma'am??"
"I also don't know who they are, like they're not villagers here. "
"Who is it??"
"But I saw their elite style, where the car is nice and shiny. I think it's the rich man"
"Mum's man??"
"No, pretty lady. Maybe your age"
Degs..
Friska's heart seemed to want to jump from where she perched.
The shadow of the dark past flew back in his mind.. .
He was afraid that his best friend would know if he did not die and be killed by Gandi, his current husband.
A cold sweat fell on Friska's temples, her vision blurred and arrived..
Bruck.
Friska fainted because she couldn't get rid of her trauma..
"ibuuu" Syanum shouted loudly and panicked to see the mother was unconscious..
"Astaghfirullah, Fris..Why are you???" Ms. RT was no less panicked until she asked for help from 2 people who passed by.
"Please lift Mr. Friska sir" said Ms. RT.
"Sorry Mom, I don't dare because it's not a muhrim "
"Sir, sir, this is critical Lo sir. If you don't use his uplifting lust don't papa oruh"
"Don't you Mom, num???" Ask them again.
Syanum nodded, unable to wait for Gandi's father to raise his mother, because now he heard the priest was reading takbir, which means the father is still praying.
Friska d bopong and taken home. Arriving at home, 2 residents resigned themselves..
"Bu RT use tell us again"
"Emang why??? It's a reward for helping people in distress"
"Yes, but you don't know what, just seeing her face makes me fantasize too far??"
"What fantasy is it???"
"Hah, you are this, of course, a delusion that is not not even though the body is closed very tightly, but I see the body is nice and fragrant"
"You're crazy, if Sandi knows. You're done killing him. That's why he's looking for a beautiful wife. Not a fat kebo "
"Huh, you pretentious times. You must have the same thoughts, right??? You're just a pretentious ass"
"Son, my wife is no less beautiful, you're the one who's not grateful for your wife"..
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