Aqidah Love
Substitute Husband

"Mom doesn't want to be selfish, son. I leave everything back to you," said Bu Saidah as he clasped the princess' hand.

"One thing you want to say, instill in your heart aqidah or firm belief so that there is no more doubt that accompanies it, that God will surely give a better replacement, he said, a young man God willing will be a priest to you and your children." Bu Saidah looked at the princess with a gentle gaze.

Fatiya nodded in understanding, but the girl seemed hesitant to decide. Fatiya felt like there was still something left behind, but she did not know what, that?

"So, wherever and wherever we decide to stay later, if it is a match will definitely be met, somehow," continued Bu Saidah who seemed to know the contents of his daughter's heart.

Fatiya nodded back. The beautiful girl took a long breath.

"We're leaving now, sir. To the address I said last night," Fatiya said later, with complete confidence.

"Well, Ma'am," replied the taxi driver. The driver then immediately drove his car, out of the puskesmas yard where Bu Saidah was treated.

Saidah ma'am grabbed the princess' body and brought her into her warm embrace. "Confirm, Son. Rest assured, that Allah never tested His servant beyond the limits of the ability of the servant himself" he whispered. The weak woman kissed the top of the princess' head deeply and lovingly.

Fatiya closed her eyes, in the comfort of her mother. 'Bismillah .. may this be the best choice for me and my mother, ' Fatiya whispered inwardly.

The taxi continued to accelerate at a fairly high speed, taking Fatiya and the mother to their destination to start a new life.

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Diandra and Angga who had just got off the plane, headed straight for the car.

"Please, Mas, Ma'am," said the personal driver of the Angga family, when opening the door for the boss.

"Thank you, sir," Diandra replied, with a friendly smile.

Diandra and Angga then immediately get into a luxury limited edition car, which is only owned by a few people in this country. One of them is the son of a wealthy businessman, RPA Group.

"Where do you want to go home or where did you go, Mom?" asked the family driver, looking back.

Not yet Diandra replied, heard the sound of his phone from inside the bag. "Wait a minute, sir, Didi pick up the phone first."

"Who, Honey?" ask Angga when the wife looks at the phone screen.

"Bang Akbar, Brother," Diandra replied as she shifted the green phone picture to receive a call from Akbar.

"Hello, Bang. Wa'alaikumsalam," replied Diandra, answering greetings from across the phone.

Diandra was listening to the voice on the phone.

"Yes, Bang. Brother just called you because there is something important that you want to say," replied Diandra. "Where is Akbar now?" ask Diandra later.

The beautiful woman fell silent and listened back to Akbar speak.

"Good, Bang. We're going to Brother's office now, we're already on our way from the airport" Diandra said.

"Wa'alaikumsalam salam," Diandra replied later when Akbar ended his call.

"We're going to Antonio Group's office, sir," pinta Diandra kept the phone back in the bag.

"Well, Ms. Didi," the family driver replied obediently.

The luxury car drove fast, straddling the streets of the capital which is quite dense.

All the passengers were silent, no one wanted to start a conversation, including Diandra who sat down while leaning her head on the husband's shoulder.

While Angga, one hand is busy playing the phone reply to chat from customers who are in a row because yesterday Angga turned off the phone. While one hand the other, hugging the stomach of the wife and occasionally rubbing it gently.

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The Antonio family residence. After hanging up his phone, Akbar rushes down to breakfast with his beloved family.

"Morning, Pa, Ma" Akbar said to his parents who were sitting at the dinner table. The young man then sat down next to the younger brother who was playing a mobile phone.

"Morning, Bang," replied the mother who was preparing a meal for Papa Alvian.

"Bang, what the fuck, anyway! Play take it!" attar protest while pouting.

Again at the dinner table, don't play with cell phones! Don't you politely know, brother!" ban Akbar. "Especially there are parents in front of us," he added while staring at the sister, asking for Attar's understanding.

Attar nodded. "Yes-yes, Bang. Attar also knew, but it was 'wouldn't be a gig, Bang, '" Attar responded in self-defense. "Attar again chat with Mirza and others, if the weekend later, we want to join the social service," he continued.

"Oh, yeah. Where, Dik?" ask the mother.

"Ride, Ma," replied Attar, filling his plate with rice.

"Budhe and Pakdhe where, Ma? How come you don't eat breakfast?" tanya Akbar looked towards the back door.

"So bakda shubuh asked to be escorted by the driver to his home Bang Kevin, kangen said he was with Vinsa," replied the papa, representing his wife.

"Bang Akbar, breakfast game," said the mother.

They then enjoyed breakfast, while chatting warmly. The chat is dominated by Mirza, the youngest of the Alvian Antonio family.

Everything is told by the young man, ranging from his activities on a crowded campus to barely having time to hangout with his gang, to tell the story of a beautiful girl who is still sitting in high school that Mirza dated some time ago.

"If you're with Brother Fafa, what?" ask Attar.

Attar's question, which Akbar never expected, made the eldest son of papa Alvian choke. Attar who sat next to his brother, immediately gave a glass of water to his brother.

"Bang ... Elder brother. Listen to his name called aja, immediately choke!" ledek. Especially if you see the person directly, can faint Brother!" he continued, chuckling slowly.

'You're right, Sister. If Fafa really was in front of my brother at this time, my brother would have immediately fainted from shock and pleasure, but that was impossible, Dik. Brother Fafa is soon to get married and that is for sure, Dik, ' Akbar's inner heart, his heart aches considering the upcoming Fatiya marriage.

"Yes, what about you, Bang? There's a continuation, isn't there?" timpal the papa, inquired.

Akbar rubbed his mouth with a tissue while shaking weakly. "No, Pa. Fafa continued with his wedding plans," Akbar replied with a flat expression.

To be honest, the young man's heart was broken again, but Akbar was unwilling to show it in front of his parents. He tried hard, although all night Akbar could not sleep because the clear bulir continued to burst into his eyes.

Akbar groaned in his long prostration in the middle of the night, pleading with the Almighty, kindness for himself as well as kindness for the girl Akbar loved, even though they could not be together.

"Don't worry, Bang. The soul, the soul and death, have been appointed by the Almighty. Your job is only to ask Him, may be given the best and at the most appropriate time." Mama Susan paused her breakfast the next morning, she looked at the son with a warm gaze.

"Aamiin," Akbar replied as he nodded.

Akbar who ate quickly, then said goodbye first.

"Pa, Mama. Akbar left first, yes," his saying as he greeted the father and his mother.

"Cock rush, Bang?" asked the mother, with a frown.

"Yes, Ma. Didi and Angga brother want to meet Akbar in the office, he said there are important things that will be conveyed," Akbar replied.

"It matters? About what, Bang?" ask the father who seems curious.

"Akbar doesn't know yet, Pa. This is why Akbar hastily, afraid first of the same because Kak Didi said it was already on the way from the airport," Akbar replied.

"It seems so important, Bang. To the point of the airport instead of going home first but directly to see Brother." Mama Susan looked at the son who was still standing next to her with a questioning look.

Akbar raised his shoulders. "It seems so, Ma," said Akbar.

"The most about Sister Fafa, Bang. She broke up the marriage with her future husband, continued Brother who was told to replace his candidate Kak Fafa," Attar said. "So like a surrogate husband, Bang, like sweet-selling novel titles," he added, chuckling softly.

Akbar smiled bitterly. 'If only it were true like that, Sister, would gladly brother do, ' Akbar's inner self.

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