Berondong Keborangan My Wife
The Holy Verse

Zahra was a little shocked when suddenly Samsul was already standing behind her.

At that time Zahra also stopped his activities.

"Ma, sorry sir. I saw a dirty plate, so I washed it" Zahra said.

"Leave it. Let's eat first," take Samsul while walking out to the dining room. Two packs of rice Padang he kept on the table. Then Samsul took two plates for the rice wrapper.

Zahra quickly finished her laundry. Finish doing everything. Zahra rushed to the dining room.

Samsul was already sitting at the dining table eating the Padang rice he had just bought.

"Let's sit here. Finish this rice. You must be hungry" said Samsul.

"Ba, good sir."

Zahra sat down on the chair and took the rice with trembling hands. Then little by little he ate it until it was gone. Same with Samsul.

Finish eating Zahra finish it again neatly. While Samsul went to the room to pick up the laptop.

Zahra then approached Samsul who was seriously staring at the laptop screen in the middle room.

"Master .." said Zahra.

"Yes. What's up?" samsul answered, his eyes still focused on the screen.

"Sorry sir. Does your wife know I live here" asked Zahra.

Samsul turned to Zahra.

"My wife is out of this house. Never mind .. I do not want to discuss it, you should rest there," said Samsul.

"Mmm... That means your master's wife is away?" asked Zahra to look at Samsul's face and then looked down again.

"Can you shut up? Don't ever ask me about my wife again!"

Zahra was just dumbfounded by the words Samsul had just said. Where exactly did the man's wife go. Have they split up?

"Why are you still standing? Let's go into the room."

"Sorry sir, that .. I can borrow Mukena, I want to pray magrib, Once again sorry sir, I have inconvenienced sir," said Zahra.

"Well, I'm trying to find it in the room, yeah." Samsul then smiled faintly looking at the beautiful young girl. Same with Zahra. The girl returned Samsul's smile, unexpectedly their eyes met and clashed.

Samsul immediately threw away his gaze because it was wrong what he had done just now, looking at the woman who was not his mahram.

"Astagfirullah .." whispered Samsul lowered his head.

Then Samsul got up and walked hurriedly to his room. His hand moved to find his wife's face. Although his wife rarely used the sacred white cloth. But Samsul hapal is right where Mila always keeps his face.

Right under the holy book pile. Finally Samsul found Mukena owned by Mila who is still stored neatly and still wrapped in plastic. Mukena was one of the dowries from her when her marriage used to be with Mila.

But honey. Mila rarely carried out her duties as a Muslim. The woman was even lulled with her blind love in young leaning.

Samsul also took a small book, perhaps the young girl needed it.

Mukena and the little book he then handed over to Zahra.

"Now, take. You may wear my wife's face" said Samsul, handing over the precious object to Zahra.

"Ba, good sir."

Then Zahra brought the book and the book into the room. Then he asked Samsul for the bathroom. Because in Samsul house there are only two bathrooms. One in Mila's room and the other in the kitchen.

But Samsul advises Zahra to use his wife's bathroom. Because it's cleaner there. The bathroom in the kitchen is rarely used.

Zahra obeyed Samsul's orders. Although presumptuous he had to use the foreign man's private room. But how else. He needs water to wudhu.

Walk in slowly. Zahra's eyes were immediately fixed on the luxurious bed that was still random. Two bolster pillows are on the floor.

Then Zahra returned to the living room to see Samsul who was still fun playing his laptop.

Quickly Zahra went back into Samsul's room. He began to make the bed quickly before the man could see it. Pillows and bolsters are in their original position. The bed linen is also installed neatly.

Then Zahra stepped into the bathroom. Wash your face gargling, stare at the reflection of his face in the mirror for a moment, then begin to fade.

When finished, Zahra then walked to the room past Samsul who was still focused on looking at his laptop screen.

Zahra quickly entered the room and closed the door.

Salat made Zahra feel calmer and more peaceful. At the end of the greeting, Zahra can pour out all the problems he is facing on the owner of God's life.

The Zahra prayer finished reading the letter of Ar-Rahman. The sound of Zahra was so sweet that it was heard by Samsul.

The man breathed softly. Listening to every temple that Zahra recites. Makes her mind drizzle when she hears it. His heart felt peaceful and cold.

First in his life. Samsul felt the tremors of his body clucking in admiration at the figure of the young girl. The verse that the girl chanted seemed to slap her life.

Tears began to fall on both corners of her eyes. His days were always busy taking care of the mundane. Often he leaves Mila in solitude at home. He barely had time for his wife.

Moving time is at seven o'clock at night.

Zahra was still in the room. Maybe continue praying Isa.

Samsul moved out of the room. His eyes are tired. Samsul also lay his body on the bed that already looks neat.

If Mila were like that girl. Teaching and learning do not forget their obligations. Of course his faith will not waver when the trials are over.

Samsul tilted his body while remembering his wife who he soon divorced.

Back tears dripped down the pillow she was wearing. He contemplated the fate of his household that had been broken into pieces that were not left.

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"Sodaqallahul' azdim" Zahra embraced and kissed the golden-covering little book. The cure of all afflictions, the antidote to all difficulties.

Finish performing dawn prayers. Zahra out of the room. The room looked quiet. A laptop belonging to Samsul is still sitting on the table.

Then Zahra stepped into the kitchen to look for a broom.

That morning Zahra cleaned all the houses neatly except for Samsul's room whose door was still open unlocked.

Finish clean-up. Zahra walked towards the bathroom in the kitchen.

The bathroom looked a little dirty and smelly. Deftly, Zahra brushed and cleaned it.

Finished cleaning his body. Zahra went back inside the room while waiting for the man to wake up.

A few minutes' delay. Samsul's voice called out to him from outside.

Quickly Zahra came out and approached him.

Samsul was dressed to go to the office. His handsome face momentarily fascinated Zahra. In his village where he lived there was no such handsome man.

The pure white skin and slightly muscular body added to the perfection of his face.

"You're the one who fixed all this?" samsul asked to see the house was neat and clean.

Zahra nodded faintly.

"You don't have to bother, let me find a maid later" said Samsul while taking a laptop on the table.

"Let's just let it be, sir. I'm used to working on it."

"alright. Later if I take a holiday. I'll take you home. By the way, where do you live?" samsul asked while putting his laptop in a black bag.

Zahra breathed out softly. He did not want to go back to his place of origin. Living with an evil stepmother and a biological father who doesn't care about her at all. But living with a foreign man she just met would also cause major problems.

"Alright ... I go first, huh? Please don't go anywhere. I'm not happy with the neighbors in front, if you are in this house continue," said Samsul.

"Okay sir, I will leave here tomorrow" Zahra said with a sad face.

"You must not be rash. It's not good a young girl like you to leave without a clear purpose. I'll take you to your family!" resolutely Samsul while stepping out and walking towards his car.

Zahra was silent, unable to speak anymore. How could he possibly tell his bitter fate. Forced to marry a paralyzed grandfather.

Shortly thereafter, Samsul returned to Zahra.

"Now." one hundred thousand dollars wide. Samsul gave it to Zahra.

"Is this sir?"

"Of course it's money. Maybe you want to buy something. At the end there is a shop, buy whatever you want. What is the lack of money," asked Samsul while reaching into his pants pocket to take out his wallet and two hundred sheets he gave again to Zahra.

Zahra looked dumbfounded at the strange attitude of the man. Just for a snack. Zahra received three hundred thousand dollars. Zahra refused it.

"No sir. It's too much. I fast today, I don't need this money" Zahra said, handing the money back to Samsul.

Of course Samsul was shocked to hear the young girl's confession. Fasting on Thursday and it made Samsul stunned to see the firmness of the girl's faith. Besides being beautiful, the girl also highly upholds her religion.

"I fast every Monday and Thursday sir. And it's been a habit since I was ten years old" Zahra said.

"So, since childhood have you been fasting circumcision?"

"Yes sir. I want God to hear my prayers. I want God to grant my wish, sir. Meet my mother" said Zahra, lowering her face to hide her pent-up sadness.

Samsul's heart was filled with hearing his statement. That innocent girl misses a mother's affection so much.

"alright. I'm leaving now, I'm coming home in the afternoon. We'll talk later. Ok."

After saying that. Rush Samsul to go to his car.