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Don't Leave Me, Mas
After finishing eating rice a plate of both. The two couples decided to take a bath together, because Al-Ghazali invited his wife to pray the morning prayer in the mosque, and they went home from there they both walked the morning together.
Of course, the husband's invitation was received by Laras with a spirit garden. He is very happy to spend time with Al-Ghazali.
When you are in the bathroom. Laras immediately hugged her husband tightly making Al-Ghazali's body stiffen. The man scuffled as his wife's hands crept everywhere.
"Mas, there are still twenty minutes left before Imsak, we play fast motion only," Laras's tease makes the man happily obey his wife's wishes.
"Alright, if you force me to what," replied Al-Ghazali making Laras giggle.
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For the first time in a long time, Laras set foot on the floor of the mosque. There was a feeling of sadness attacking his heart, the sadness did not torment him, but made Laras like a child who had gone far away and returned home.
Laras had long been in the night world to the point of not knowing how favors to prostrate on the floor of the mosque, yet, now.Laras promised to fulfill the wishes of his heart that wanted to fear Allah.
He will prove to his past that his future will be bright with Allah and Al-Ghazali.
He could definitely rise from his dark past. The barrel will scratch the colorful ink on top.keetas its future.
He won't let his past haunt him again.
"Now that I am free, my life is mine, and belongs to no one, I will leave my life to You, Lord. I will not let myself be far from you" muttered Laras slowly as he looked up at his hand. He pleads with the Creator, hoping that the Hearer is willing to hear the prayer of sinful men like him.
After the completion of the prayer, the barrel immediately comes out. It turned out that the husband had been waiting for him outside, the hail was not making the newlywed couple snarl to the mosque. Al-Ghazali carried umbrellas, and they both walked to the mosque, just eight minutes' walk from their homes.
Baras smiled brightly, it felt like the husband was very romantic. Many Padang eyes looked enviously towards the two of them.
"Aaaaa .. I want to get married."
"Look at them very romantic."
"Tourism of the future."
"My husband isn't that romantic."
"See, if I have a husband, I'll make everyone jealous of the harmony of our household."
Many young people are envious to see Laras and Al-Ghazali. The two of them did not care, Laras immediately ran small and hugged the husband's arm spoiled.
"You wet?" al-ghazali asked for attention.
"No, Mas. Let's go home," ask the spoiled Laras.
Al-Ghazali smiled a little. Merdka both walk in the rain spatter befriended umbrellas that faithfully protect the kardka from rain water stubs.
"It feels very peaceful when praying in a mosque, Mas. Vibes is different from praying at home," said Laras to the husband.
"True, Vibes is different. Because the mosque is the house of God. Prayer with prayer alone is different. More prayers and when we enter the mosque with the absolute intention of worship, there is already a reward of 25, the reward distance from the second one is 500 years, and so on. That's what makes the vibes different when we pray at home," explained Al-Ghazali made Laras smile brightly.
He was very happy to have married Al-Ghazali. The man was very understanding and obedient to religion. Moreover, every explain everything Al-Ghazali uses a soft word, so it does not seem to patronize or offend Laras.
Anyway, the girl felt very calm and comfortable together with Al-Ghazali.
"Well, as it turned out. I'm going to the mosque again tomorrow, Mas. Oh yes later tonight I join tarawih prayer again yes, Mas," Pinta Laras spoiled on the husband.
"Yes, Race. We will go to the mosque again."
"Keep this abis what are our activities, Mas?" ask Laras again.
"We slept, Ras. Later eleven hours wake up for the Dhuha prayer four rakaat, as well as the Qur'an, because this is not the holy of Ramadan, the reward is unlimited, we have many services, because this is not the holy of Ramadan, the reward is unlimited, we have many worship services, let it not be in vain this blessed month," explained the husband made Laras nod his head in spirit.
She'll be part of the husband's orders as long as it's good. He was happy, because he was Al-Ghazali who became his loyal friend in the way of Allah.
"Good, Mas. But, I have not read the Qur'an for a long time, certainly later a little stiff and grubby, you are patient, yes," said Laras honestly made Al-Ghazali smile thinly.
This is what Al-Ghazali likes from Laras. Never pretended to be able or great, he was honest with his feelings and circumstances.
"Don't be afraid, Race. I will teach you as much as I can. Later we recite the verse," reply Al-Ghazali gently make Laras cheerful.
The two chatted excitedly. It is undeniable that the love in the heart of both is getting bigger.
Al-Ghazali was nervous and restless, he was very afraid that his wife would be sad if she died later. But if we can hope in Allah, Al-Ghazali wants to live a long life.
"Yes Rabb, indeed, I have never hated death or refused to leave this world. But, O Rabb .. permit the servant to make his wife happy before leaving this world. Make, the wife of the hereafter servant girl, Rabb. Servant loves him .. love him so much," inner Al-Ghazali prayed to Allah.
The man pulled Laras closer towards him. Not willing he let for the girl wet exposed to rain stubs.
"Mas, you are wet, the umbrella is there again," Baras refused when Al-Ghazali chose to shade himself almost perfectly.
"Later you get wet, Race."
"It doesn't matter if I get wet, as long as you're okay, Mom. I'm used to making friends with storms, this spatter won't make me sick" Laras replied meaningfully making Al-Ghazali smile thinly.
"You are not sick, but I am sick to see you rain. I am your husband and I will not let you drive the storm alone again, there I will accompany you" Al-Ghazali said, warming Laras' heart.
The beautiful girl smiled shyly. Suddenly a torrential rain drenched the earth making the two shocked.
"Well, the rain is getting heavier, Mas," cried Laras in a loud voice for the husband to hear.
"Yes, Race. You hugged me not to get wet" Pinta Al-Ghazali made Laras immediately hug her husband's waist. Al-Ghazali hugged his wife's shoulder.
Both of them stepped quickly on the tabawh of heavy rain. They both smiled sweetly, occasionally clashing with meaningful eyes.
"Don't ever leave me, Mas" Laras's pinta made Al-Ghazali smile bitterly.
"Begging Allah so that I can continue to be with you" Al-Ghazali replied meaningfully.
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