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"Astaghfirullah" istighfar ummi, holding his chest, who was shocked.

She accidentally dropped the cup of coffee she had just made for her husband.

Ummi picked up the broken piece of glass, but, accidentally, his index finger was impaled by the broken glass.

"Astaghfirullah" he shouted back.

"Ummi" said Nur, who had just arrived in the kitchen and saw his ummi finger bleeding.

Soon he approached his umminya and immediately took a p3k box located in one of the kitchen cabinets.

Nur cleans the blood flowing from his umminya finger, the wound is not deep enough. he just needs to clean it.

Afterwards, Nur bandaged his injured ummi finger with plaster.

"Thank you, son." said Ummi.

"Yes ummi. Ummi, what's going on?" tanya nur, curious.

"So, ummi accidentally dropped the coffee cup. then, ummi picked up the glass shards to clean it. but, accidentally, ummi's finger was punctured by the shards" explained ummi.

"Nur, suddenly ummi remembered your brother" said ummi.true said people, the inner bond of a child and mother is very strong.

On the first night of the Zahra, he had a household problem, and Ummi also felt that something had happened to his daughter.

Hearing his umminya narration, making Nur also remembered his brother. "ummi, pray only, may the brother always be protected by God" honestly he also felt something was happening to his brother.

Ummi nodded.he realized now his son is already a wife and the task of a wife is not as easy as we think.

Ummi stood up. and took the coffee cup back. "ummi want what?" tanya Nur also stood next to her.

"Ummi wants to make more coffee for your brother, nur" he replied.

"Ummi let me make it"

"No papa nur. let's just ummi."

"Ummi, rest. Let me alone. pity the ummi finger" he said.

Ummi understood what his daughter wanted, he was so worried about her. "All right, son" said Ummi's end away, from the kitchen.

replaced by nur.

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Zahra's ears heard the sound of I looked at the shabuhu Adhan. soon he rose from his sleep, sitting down, to gather his consciousness.

He went into the bathroom, which was in his room.

seraya established the prayer.

after that, Zahra looked up at his hands.he closed both his eyes.

"O Allah, bless the house of the servant, O Allah, you are all aware of the hidden or the plain.O Allah, ease our affairs, make it a slave family, a confident family"

the prayer, chanted clearly in his heart. After praying, his hand he rubbed into his face.

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From the top of the balcony of the house.zahra can only look at him from a distance.a man who sleeps on the sofa without a blanket.

Her husband's face, it was very handsome.it was able to make Zahra review the sweet smile behind her veil.

An is a hard man, but zahra still loves him in silence. for a reason, a mother.yes, an so love his mother.even every command he does without rebuttal.

Like his mother who asked him to marry zahra, he could only resign at his mother's request.

"O Allah, he does look hard on the outside but I am sure his heart has tenderness" Zahra murmured.

Even so zahra's heart remained uneasy. will this quarrel continue?.His mind continues to be preoccupied with the quarrel of her and her husband.

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A woman entered the bus that stopped at the bus stop, she interrupted her intention when she saw a grandmother heading towards the bus.

He immediately approached and helped memapahah grandmother.The incident, clearly seen by a male passenger, he saw it behind the glass of the bus.

"Where are you going?" the question is full of tenderness. "is grandma alone?"

"Can I go with you, Grandma?"

Grandma shook her head. "no, son, I don't want to trouble you"

"It's okay grandma. I'd rather if grandma accepted my request"

The grandmother accepted it. "Alright, if you don't mind that"

The woman simply replied with a smile.

With friendly and soft.nur —women it— and also grandmother entered the bus.

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"Is this really Grandma's daughter's house?" tanya nur made sure.nur looked at the house, which was in front of his eyes.

Grandma nodded. "Yes, son, this is Grandma's daughter's house."

"Sorry grandma. Why didn't grandma ask grandma's daughter to pick her up?" tanya nur was a bit disinclined.

"I don't want to bother him" the grandmother replied briefly.

The grandmother's short answer made her heart trenyuh.when the grandmother could have asked her daughter to pick her up.

The grandmother invited nur to visit, but nur refused subtly.honestly he was too late.even, the grandmother said goodbye to enter first.

"Wassalamu'alaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam, son. You are very civilized. Tell me who's daughter? and what's your name?" grandma asked curiously.

"I am the daughter of ahmad malik and my name is nur Shiddiqi" replied the gentle nur.

"Your father is very lucky to have a daughter like you" said the grandmother.

if there is a good we are asked the first time is the parents.and vice versa, if there is a bad we, the first question is the upbringing of both parents.

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Zahra greeted a middle-aged woman who was cooking, the middle-aged woman replied with a gentle smile.

Laila, the maid's name, she had worked at the young businessman's home for a long time.

"Mom laila, what are you cooking?" ask zahra curious.

Bi laila was a little surprised to hear the call of her master who called 'bu'.

"Miss zahra.you don't call me mother. Just call aunty." said bi laila, feeling bad.

Even so his heart also felt happy, because the wife of his master treated him with respect.

"Why mom?" zahra didn't understand.

"Miss, I'm here just a waitress.I don't deserve to be called out with respect"

Zahra now understood why the servant told her not to call 'mother' to him.

"Why bu laila said that way.maybe in the eyes of humans we are different because of the position or such.but in the eyes of God.all are the same or equal.nothing special" explained zahra.

"Only, what distinguishes them is their devotion."

Bi laila looked at the clingy zahra. "sir is very lucky to get a wife like you, miss"

"May your family be a sakinah family." the aunt's prayer.and zahra meng 'Aamin' is the bi laila prayer.

"Can I help you, ma'am laila" she asked. "I want to cook something for my husband"

"Please, miss"

"Pak An really likes fried rice. miss make fried rice only for him" suggested the waiter.

"Truely" zahra said.

Bi laila nodded. "yes, especially if the fried rice was made by her mother. hemm, she would like it very much. Maybe now, you are the second woman after her mother. who will be loved" said the aunt.

Zahra fell silent, recalling her first night's quarrel with her husband.

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