Because God
Heaven, for a child.

A woman had just come out of her bathroom sitting on the edge of her bed.His mind recalls, on the day of the incident.

He took a deep breath, then took it out slowly to calm his mind.

"What is that man for, doing that?" his inner.

Immediately his hand, took his cellphone near him.His hand pressed someone's number for him to call.

"Assalamualaikum, Zainab" he said. Nur wanted to ask about Zainab's words, which at that time was stopped by her brother.

"Waalaikumsalam" he answered. "What's Nur?"

"What did you say this afternoon, what's your maximum of good news for you and for me?" tanyanya.

"Nur, honestly this is good news, but unfortunately this has to be a suprise for you" he said behind the phone.

"Zainab, just tell me. You don't make me more curious" he urged.

Zainab laughed behind her phone. "Oh Allah, Patience Nur. This is not the time you know"

"Nur" Call someone.nur turned his head, found Ummi standing in the doorway.

"Who are you talking to?" ask Ummi curious.

Nur stands. "I spoke to Zainab"

Ummi nodded. "After this, go to sleep" he said. Nur nodded. "Yes Ummi" the end of Nur's speech, Ummi came out of the room. This is, Ummi. he really appreciates the privacy of his children.

However, if it is about religious education, Ummi is very strict.

"Alright, Zainab if you don't want to say it's okay, I won't force you" he said, resuming the call.

"Alright" the end of the word, Nur said to decide the call, zainab immediately agreed.

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"Abang, wait!" said a woman as she spread her legs wide.The man obediently, he stopped instantly.

Her hand thrust a rice box at her husband. "Bring this up" he asked.

Melengos. "You think I'm a kid" he said, in a slightly raised voice.

Zahra nodded quickly. "It's not like that, brother. Zahra doesn't want you to eat out"

In the middle of the debate, a hand immediately took the rice box, from Zahra's hand.

The four eyes of the husband and wife, were surprised by the arrival of a woman, who was none other than Kharisa.

"Zahra, let your husband eat out. You take it easy where he eats it, it is guaranteed cleanliness." he explained.

"I know Kharisa, but I just want to make sure my husband eats healthy food" she replied, softly.

"Gosh, are you sure this food you're making is healthy?" hesitating, doubting.

"In the Lord's Word"

"Okay, okay" he answered. "But your husband won't eat what you make. So, just eat you" Karisa handed the rice box to Zahra.

What Kharisa said was true, although the food he made was definitely healthy and halal food.

Zahra accepted it with sadness and disappointment when she made him laborious, but the food, her husband did not touch.

"Don't throw Zahra away.you have to eat, if thrown away baby, you'll make it hard" he said.

Zahra nodded, trying to hold back her tears. "Of course"

"Who are you Kharisa?!" Asked someone suddenly in a high voice.whether since when he was there, but clearly he was standing behind.all the eyes of the three people were staring at him.

"Mother" murmured An.

Asthma walked up to the three people standing up. They were currently in the middle room.

"I'm asking you, who are you?" ask again. "How dare you interfere in the family affairs of my son and daughter-in-law"

"Amma aunt, I don't interfere in An's family affairs. I just want to solve the problem"

"How is it? what's the way I demean my son-in-law?" he said, with a high voice.

"Tante you misunderstood me, I didn't demean him, I just told him to eat, because An wouldn't bring the rice box.if, thrown away love Zahra has made him hard" he explained.

Asthma looked at her son sharply. "Why?"

"I'm ashamed ma'am, I'm not a child anymore who has to bring supplies to school" he replied honestly.

Asma immediately took the rice box from Zahra's hands and then, forcibly gave it to her son. An just resigned and accepted it.

"Now take this" insists asthma.

"But, ma_"

"You're quiet" he said.

His eyes stared intently back at Kharisa. "And you're Kharisa, you have every right to interfere in the affairs of my son's family. Let them solve the problem.You don't need to mix it up" he said, repressed.

"Tante_"

"In addition to you as if to demean her, you are also a woman Kharisa. and An, no longer a bachelor, who must accompany you at all times.he is married" he said.

"Yes, I know that. But enough. Auntie talks too much." Kharisa felt that he had enough of her to be lectured by Madam Asma.

An astonished, bravely Kharisa said impolite to his mother.he never said rude to his mother.

"Astaghfirullah.he is older than you, Kharisa, respect him" Zahra said, advising.

"Shut up!" He pointed with his index finger at Zahra.

"Kharisa!" snapped Asma, did not accept her daughter-in-law appointed by Kharisa.

"No, auntie. now aunty who has to listen to all my explanations" he said with emphasis.

His emotions really can no longer be contained, moreover, when hearing all the allegations of Asthma that seemed to corner him.

"I didn't interfere in An's household, but I just wanted to settle the dispute between the two of them. You know, Zahra told An to bring him the rice box, and An refused it. So the problem was over quickly. So, so, I told Zahra not to force her will. Then, I told her to just eat. Because I knew Zahra was making her hard."

"Then what's wrong, because I know, An must be ashamed.he's a CEO, but carrying a box of supplies. Aunty thinks he's a paud child" he said, a little reproachful.

"But, the aunt suddenly came and worsened the problem.one more aunt, the aunt was not too pushy. An has refused but aunt still forced him" he said.

"Tante is selfish" he said.

Plaque...

One loud slap floated on Kharisa's smooth cheek. Kharisa's speech had exceeded the limit and made An as a child did not want his mother to be insulted in front of his own eyes.

"Take care of your mouth, Kharisa, she's my mother" he said, repressed as he pointed his index finger.

The woman held onto her cheek that had just been hit by a hard slap. Kharisa laughs cunningly. "Let's slap again" she asked.

An, Zahra and Asma were astonished, instead of feeling the deterrent of the woman was even more challenging.

"Why? Let's do it again" he said. "Come, are you scared. Let's do it again!"

An is further irritated by the charisma request, which challenges him. "Mrs Asma, let's order your son to slap me again" he said, with condescending intent.

Asma silently did not reply, her eyes staring intently at Charisa.

"An, you don't deserve the status of CEO. You're like a helpless baby. You always obey your mother's orders. You're a CEO, you deserve to have your own decisions" at the end of the day he laughed cunningly.

An raised his hand again, but Zahra held him back first. "No brother don't do that" he said, lowering his hand.

An's eyes looked at Zahra, confused, but clearly charisma had lowered her, but why Zahra still defended her.

"Kharisa, Abang is not a helpless baby boy.he only respects his mother.because he knows where the paradise is" said Zahra who did not accept her husband denounced.

As mentioned in the hadith:

رِضَى اللهِ فِي رِضَى الْوَالِدَيْنِ وَسُخْطُ اللهِ فِي سُخْطِ الْوَالِدَيْنِ

Meaning: “Ridha Allah is on Ridha both parents, and the wrath of Allah is on the wrath of both parents.”

Asma stared in admiration, her daughter-in-law.

"Oh, you're defending your husband when he never defended you" he sneered.

"Mrs Asma, look. Because of your compulsion, they have an unhappy relationship.I even look in An's eyes, there is no love for Zahra"

"Kharisa you're wrong. Marriage is not just about love but, making a family sadinah and barokah" Zahra said.

Kharisa was silent a thousand languages, he no longer had any questions that made them ashamed of himself.

He did that, just because he did not accept An slapping him. For Kharisa it is an insult to him.

In an instant, the friendship was forgotten just like that.they forgot how they were together during childhood until it became what they wanted it to be.

"Why is Kharisa silent?" said Asthma, laughing. Kharisa stared intently at Asma.

"So you asked what? oh, I remember. You asked me what was your fault?.Your fault is that you knew that Zahra had difficulty making the food.but, why did you tell Zahra not to force her husband? isn't that their business. Then why'd you mix it up?" said Asma.

Kharisa snorted in annoyance.His breath went up and down. Kharisa does not know what to answer?. he is stuck with his own actions.

Kharisa held up his index finger. "Aunty Asma, you've ruined my pride.Look, I'll put your family to shame.until you don't show yourself."

Just leaving the house, just like that.

Asthma appears relieved by the departure of Charisa, as well as An and Zahra.

"Mom, are you okay?" ask An worried.

Asthma shakes. "I'm fine"

Asthma looked at Zahra. "You ask your wife, too" she said.

"Zahra" called him. His mouth felt heavy to ask him. "W-are you okay?"

"Alhamdulillah, I'm fine, Brother" he replied meekly.

Jazaakumullah kharkam like Ya!.