Conscious Mistress Married Man Sholeh
The Confession of Al - Ghazali
The barrel carrying Al-Ghazali sat on the sofa. The beautiful girl chose to sit on the floor, then she took the right leg of her husband, placed on his thigh, then the massage barrel gently.
"Ras, don't!" forbid Al-Ghazali not feel good to see his wife.
Barrel smiled sweetly. She shook her head weakly, continuing to massage her husband's legs.
"Nothing, itung-itung let your headache subside, Mas," replied Laras plainly making Al-Ghazali chuckle.
"That headaches me, Ras. Why are you giving us me? Laras ... Laras .. there-there are you."
Al-Ghazali stroked his wife's blushing cheeks. Laras smiled shyly, he was a worried release earlier, so he could not think clearly. She wanted to massage her husband's head, but, instead, massaged Al-Ghazali's legs.
"Hehe, yes I've massaged your head, Mas."
The girl got up sitting on the sofa, wanting to massage her husband's head. However, Al-Ghazali first blocked the hand of Laras, the man instead leaned his head on the shoulders of Laras.
He was really tired of the pain. It may not be long before Al-Ghazali will leave this world. His heart said so.
Laras stroked her husband's head, but again Al-Ghazali's hair fell out.
"Mas, what exactly are you sick of?" asked Laras gently while grasping the hair loss of her husband.
The woman kissed the top of her husband's head gently. Al-Ghazali's chest was filled with the gentle treatment of his wife.
He felt he needed a hug and protection from his wife. Inner Al-Ghazali told the man to be honest.
"Ras, if I die, will you marry again?"
Al-Ghazali did not answer Laras' question. He even asked his wife back. Al-Ghazali's voice sounded hoarse like he was holding back a cry.
Baras' chest is painful and aching to hear it. Really, she never expected Al-Ghazali to leave her.
"Mas, what are you talking about, anyway? Don't be weird, deh," replied Laras annoyed with a voice no less hoarse.
The girl held back her tears from drenching her cheeks. As strong as he can to toughen up.
"I'm sick, Race."
"Final stage brain cancer. The doctor predicted my life would be 99 days away. That means I'm going far, our world will be different" Al-Ghazali said.
The man's voice was trembling and hoarse. He tightened his embrace, drowning his face in Laras' chest. Afraid that the girl would leave him.
How could this happen to her? Why is fate so cruel to the girl who just got happy?
Why did all those who were dear to him, leave so quickly?
Her parents are dead and now her husband is also sentenced by doctors will not be living in this world for long.
It's really very sad the fate of that beautiful girl.
"You're not lying, are you, Mom?" asked Laras in a raucous voice.
The clear liquid that had accumulated in his eyes, slid swiftly flooding his cheeks.
His breath was like being stuck in the throat. It was like a hand was strangling the girl's neck.
"I wish what I said was also a lie, Race. The fact is that I was really sick" replied Al-Ghazali shortly afterwards, the handsome man crying in his wife's arms.
"I want to live, Ras .. hiks .. I want to live!" al-ghazali's tears broke in his wife's arms. The pain he had long felt alone, he shared with his wife.
The man was no longer able to pretend to be strong. Let the world consider him weak, in fact men are also men who have laughter and tears.
Destiny is hard to guess, good people are always called quickly by God.
"Mas," said Laras, crying as he hugged her. The bodies of Laras and Al-Ghazali were both shaken, in tears.
The cries of the couple sounded heartbreaking. Both of them suffer.
"I want to live, Ras ... hiks .. I know death is certain, but, I want to live a long life, I want to enjoy my old age with you and our children later! But ... but .. can't!" al-ghazali added, shedding all his pain.
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