FORCED CHEATING
238HIJRAH

Ramzi came out of the Rutan town with wide steps towards the parking lot, he glanced at the rolex that was coiled around his left wrist. At 11:20 noon. Immediately enter the car because the sunburn feels burning skin. One long strand to fill his lung cavity before he unlocks his father's cell phone number block.

“You remember me too.” The cold greeting immediately ambushed Ramzi's ear as soon as his call was connected to Mr. Alatas.

“Pa, I have good news for you.”

“I don't want to hear. Hurry home, the company needs you” Mr. Alatas does not want to respond to Ramzi.

“Listen first, Pa.”

“I told you, I don't want to hear anything!” firmly Mr. Alatas. “Hurry home, don't hide like a fugitive.”

“Okay, I'll be home. But I'll bring my wife and son.”

Silent, Ramzi did not know what the father was feeling across the far side. Maybe he was surprised but tried to cover it up.

“You're saying I agree, Pa.”

“Cih! I don't want to have any offspring from women ja**ng like your wife!”

“Papa's party should be ready will lose me as your only son.”

“You think I'm afraid of your threats?” Mr. Alatas' jaw is hardened, his grip on the net is firmly gripped. “Better I lose you, than have to accept you with ... “

“Good,” Crop Ramzi. “I'll drop Alatas' name right now. Enjoy your old days alone in loneliness, Pa.”

“Basic brat!” Maki Mr. Alatas. “This is your reply to me, after decades I raised you as a single fighter?”

“What else do you want? Papa himself taught me hard-heartedness, I learned from you.”

JLB!

Mr. Alatas was silent, suddenly his heart ached hearing the words of his only child just now.

"Yes, the 3 men you ordered to kidnap Sofia are now in a holding cell. I just met them.”

“What are you talking about?” Mr. Alatas flinched.

“Do not pretend not to know, Pa. They have confessed to me that Papa told them to. I have their confession recording, I'll send you.”

“Do not speak to you, Ram!”

“Already Pa, don't cover it. Take it easy I won't tell the police, after all they won't admit they're your man. For smentara they were only charged with robbery.”

Silence again, Ramzi believes now his father is wrestling with his own mind.

“Think carefully of my offer, Pa. If Papa refuses his wife and child means Papa must be ready to be dragged into a criminal case that will end Papa's history forever. Papa's career as a businessman will be destroyed, Papa will lose everything, and I will not visit papa in the future. I'd better enjoy life with my wife and son.”

“You're out of line Ram.” Snarling holds emotions.

“Leave I told them to confess, then everything is done. They are only surhan, the main mastermind. I'll help them out by hiring a reliable lawyer.”

“Enough, Ram!” Overflowing was already the emotion he was trying to contain.

“And don't forget, I have many witnesses. People one village will give testimony.” Ramzi kept on corrupting the father.

“You've really gone crazy! You want to report your own papa?” Grunts Mr. Alatas.

“Facing papa must indeed be with madness.” Ramzi smiled sarcastically. “I'll give you time, Pa. but not much, two days I think enough.”

CLICK IT!

Ramzi ended the one-sided connection, a wide smile rising on his face. Soon he drove his car to the hotel, he had to drive Sofi to meet baby Arfan Hafez who increasingly looks filled and make Sofi can not wait to hold him immediately.

“Kak, why doesn't our son use your last name?” Sofi asked a few days ago when Ramzi gave her son a name.

Shaken faintly. “The name is good.”

“How about Arfan Hafez Husein?” Sofi's Proposal.

“Not too bad, but using the surname of the mother is not allowed.”

“Do you not want our child to be an Alatas?” staring with sadness.

“If without the name Alatas, our child can be better why not?” Even back to asking. “The name is really good, Arfan Hafez means a smart and responsible man.”

“Alright, I trust you.”

Ramzi smiled considering the conversation with Sofi, indeed his wife has now become a submissive woman. And Ramzi will fight for him to continue with him even though he has to face his own father. His hesitation flinched when the phone he placed on the dash board shook, immediately grabbed by him because he was worried that Sofi had been waiting for him for a long time.

One message came in from Om Jaka.

Om Jaka

Ram, don't forget to come to my house ya ntar same afternoon bini you!

As fast as lightning Ramzi replied to him

Ok

Yesterday Om Jaka had told him to come with Sofi this afternoon, although it seems a bit mysterious but Ramzi is reluctant to ask Om Jaka what is important until – until he has to come with Sofi to Om Jaka's house.

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Mirza house in Asri teak village,

“Schatzi, look! I bought you a lot of nice clothes.” Excited Hanson tote some paper bag containing clothes for Rumi.

“Much did you shop, Baby?” Shining happily accepting all the items Jason gave and opening them immediately. “Baby, you did not buy wrong right?” looking at Hanson after finishing checking the groceries Hanson ternayata all clothes muslimah syar’i and there are also some pashmina.

“No, all that for you Schatzi.” Cheerful smile.

“Gini belief you said nice clothes?” glared while pointing at all the scattered clothes on the sofa.

“Iya, it's wearing muslimah so you're more beautiful.”

“Not beautiful there I even rage!” Dengus Rumi then rose with an annoyed look.

“Schatzi, wait!” Intercepting Rumi's move. “You remember what I said about a good man only for good women and ..”

“So far I don't mean good women?” Rumi nyolot's. “Do not snitch? just learned how many days your style is the most real!”

“Not what I mean.” Grab Rumi's hand.

Brusquely depressing. “Kalo elo assume I'm not a good woman, fine! We hopefully!

“Wait, Shcatzi! Don't think gini dong.”

“Gue don't like to set-up! We're quite here!”

Breathe in trying to be patient. “All this is for your good. I don't like it when a lot of guys' eyes see your cleavage, your smooth thighs and your neckline. I don't like my wife to be the center of attention of other men besides me.”

Stunned, there is also a point in the words of her future husband.

“I haven't been good, but what's wrong if we both try to be good.” Lirih Hanson's.

“I can't directly turn frontal like you want.” Reply Rumi did not lose softly. “Give me time.”

“Alright, it's okay if you don't want to wear it now. I'm wrong too, didn't ask you first.”

“Continue the clothes want to be flanked?”

“We love Romlah.”

“Good idea.” Rumi agreed. “How about we shop again?”

“Don't today huh? I have an appointment with Pak Haji later in the afternoon, afraid of being late.”

Rumi scowled disappointedly.

“You're coming? do you have a shirt that is a bit closed? We'll meet a lot of people about.”

Rumi simply glanced away at her room, and Hanson took that as his answer.

Day rolled in the afternoon, saup-sayup Iandang adzan ashar sounded. Mirza deliberately went home early after the Ashar prayer because he did not want to miss the important moment that would be held by Omnya. Demikin also with Om Jaka and Via, they arrived shortly after Mirza.

“So what's wrong about telling me to go here?” Mirza is impatient.

“Sabar dong, others have not come.” Answer Om Jaka.

“So there are still others who are Om invite?”

“How-to you, Dena. Via nyuekin me.” Seloroh Mirza who watched his wife was busy playing with Amara who was already good at chattering though unclear but managed to make Via laugh happy because of anxiety.

“Segitnya, Za. Ntar if you have children sneediri when you will also be jealous like that?” Denaya Cibir.

“I'm not a jealouse, just don't want to check.”

Denaya grin. “aku nitip Amara same you guys yes, want to shower first nih.”

Via gave his right thumb and then again invited Amara bemain.

“Darling, what if our child is born you will nyuekin me like gini?” Mirza muttered with a clear face.

“Mas what the hell? You are baperan! Try us to play, definitely not feel dicuekin.”

“Yes already, Amara here goes with the handsome Mas Mirza yok!” reaching for baby Amara, but also not long ago Amara in Mirza's arms the cute baby girl moves her lips with both eyes began to glaze over, the next second her cry was broken to make Mirza confused.

“Wah, Mas has not escaped if training so father.” Via quickly picked up Amara and immediately Amara stopped crying.

“Hem, your base deck,small lebay like your father!” Mirza's murmur to Amara.

From the outside came the sound of cars stopping, as Mirza and Via stopped their activities. The two faces that appeared successfully made Mirza and Via a little shocked.

“Ram, have you met?” Sapa Om Jaka the new nongol.

Ramzi and Sofi immediately sat in the living room of the sprawling Haji Barkah house, they took place some distance away from Mirza and Via. The four of them stared at each other for a moment.

“Om, what are they coming here for?” Mirza couldn't help but be curious.

Om Jaka replied, Hanson and Rumi came with a smile.

“Assalamualaikum, good afternoon everyone.” So hello Hanson is formal.

The deg!

This time it was Sofi who was pounding, what the hell is this event? Sofi's inner self started to fidget, but Ramzi's finger squeeze made her calm down a bit.

“Hai, Sof.” Sapa Rumi denegan smile as usual. Sofi was silent.

“OK, we'll wait for Dad. For a while, he still prayed ashar.”

Silent, three pairs of people plus Om Jaka who are not confused do not know what to do make the living room feel so awkward. Luckily the aunt came to bring a tray of coffee and warm tea with Denaya who brought some snacks.

“Please enjoy yes.” Denaya is friendly. “Vi, Amara I brought in yes.” Take Amara from Via's lap.

“So everything has come?” The voice of Haji Barkah made everyone gasp. He sat on the single sofa. Without much ado Haji Barkah immediately conveyed the purpose and purpose of the meeting that afternoon.

Mirza, Via, Ramzi, Sofi even Rumi was quite surprised by Hanson's desire to admit all his mistakes before he migrated to Islam.

“I want to make a confession.” Hanson's voice trembled somewhat after Haji Barkah invited him to speak. “Maybe everyone knows the reality, but I feel the need to apologize to all of you.” Pause sentences while inhaling oxygen deeply.

“Sofi, I'm sorry for what I did to you. I made Sofi pregnant causing her to suffer and be hated by her husband and father-in-law.”

Sofi bowed, without excuse the dark shadow of her past flashed through her mind. But once again Ramzi gave him strength with a soft squeeze of his fingers.

“Ramzi, you can punish me the way you like. I'm also really sorry to you – “

“Have it, we forget everything. Besides I want a God who deserves to punish other humans.” Cut Ramzi.

Hanson nodded, now looking at Mirza.

“Mirza, I'm sorry. Because your household was almost destroyed because of my moral actions to Sofi.”

Mirza threw away the view of every direction, really uncomfortable if you have to intersect again with the past. He did not know Hanson personally, but from his meeting some time ago with Hanson while still on a cruise, he knew what kind of man Hanson was and it turned out to be true, he said, he is the culprit of all his problems.

“I want you to also be witnesses to my hijrah if you have been willing to forgive me.” Bowed, Rumi was even wailing and bawling at all the faces that seemed silent.

“APologizing is a knight act, and apologizing is a noble thing.” Mr. Haji Barkah's voice broke the silence. “I am not forcing, but should we think twice if there is a brother who apologizes and wants to improve himself? And God alone is so powerful, so forgiving? Why do we who are only weak and sinful servants not forgive each other?” Look at all the residents of the living room.

“We forgive you.” Mirza open voice first. “right, Darling?” asked Via who was immediately answered with a steady nod.

“Me and sofia also forgive you.”

Hanson hugged Ramzi and Mirza in gratitude for giving him the opportunity to improve, but stopped him because he believed Mirza and Ramzi did not want to be hugged.

Without buying time, Pak Haji Barkah advised Hanson to immediately say 2 sentences of shahadah. According to Pak Haji, good things should not be delayed, because not necessarily God will give us a chance to live until tomorrow. Hanson finally agreed, he loudly and solemnly said 2 sentences of the creed as a pledge to recognize the Oneness of Allah SWT and the apostolate of the Nabiallah Muhammad saw.

“Alhamdulilbornabbil alamiin ..” all give thanks.

Hanson was crying on the shoulder of Pak Haji, apparently he managed to find the right teacher he had been looking for. Pak Haji Barkah has taught him many things, has introduced him to Islam in depth.

Melerai Hanson, “May you itiqomah in the Islamic faith, Ahmad Faza Al-Hanif.” Mr. Haji patted Hanson on the shoulder with both eyes condensing.

Rather surprise. “That's a name for me, Mr Haji?”

“Iya. It means a successful man who has a straight heart in Islam.”

“Subhanallah. Thank you Mr. Haji.” Once again Hanson hugged Pak Haji. “Pak Haji, may I consider you as my parents? I was very touched by Mr. Haji's personal good that made me fall more and more in love in islam.” Said Hanson pleading after being satisfied to hug Pak Haji Barkah.

“Of course, I will also consider you as my son.”

The happiness Hanson felt immeasurably. Indeed, he never thought if he was a sinner who did a lot of work in the past will get the pleasure of the Islamic faith that makes him like someone who was just reborn.

“Hanson, congratulations yes. Now we are brothers seiman.” Mirza stood up.

Hanson was wide-eyed, even Mirza thought of him as a brother.

“Thank you, Mirza.” Welcoming Mirza's hand, then the two hugged briefly.

“I just want you not to repeat your mistakes in the past.” Ramzi was standing behind Hanson.

“Ramzi, I've already heard nasuha.”

“Good, happy with your new life.” Patting Hanson on the shoulder with a smile.

“Thank you.” Can't help but hug Ramzi because her deep guilt has damaged the woman Ramzi loves so much.

Unable to refuse, Ramzi returned Hanson's embrace.

“Oke, done. The next event is to eat and take pictures together.” Seloroh Om Jaka's.

“Om, may I also hug you?” Ask Hanson.

“But! Ogah!” Dodge directly.

“Don't I already be considered a child by Pak Haji, that means we are brothers right?”

“Brothers for you, but for me no!” Ketus Om Jaka's.

“Jaka.” Pak Haji closed his eyes to the son-in-law.

“Keep if we saywhat do you want? Want to tempt Denaya? Watch out for you if you dare to modusin bini me!”

“I just ask for a hug Om, does not Om jaka also want to give me congratulations because I have migrated?”

“Hem, congratulations. Welcome to islam.”

“Kok that's so bad, Om?” Mirza Protest.

“Still poking me with him.”

“Jaka, means you haven't forgiven him?” Haji Barkah looked back.

“Udah Well, but will forgiveness not mean forgetting?”

“That means your heart is still grudged.”

“Neither.” Denying Om Jaka. “Iya deh, I hug him.” Immediately embrace Hanson. “Congratulations, Son, I've done you well. But don't repeat again.”

“Still, my brother.” Smiling with relief because his foster brother was willing to also finally give a hug.

The sun crawled into a frenzy, a beautiful twilight as a heart free from all anger. Today is very historic for a Hanson Dietrich Burgman who was named Ahmad Faza Al-Hanif by Pak Haji as a sign of his hijrah in Islam.

The Word of the Prophet SAW,

If doomsday comes the sound of the call “Who are the people who like to forgive the sins of their fellow humans?” Come to your Lord and receive your rewards. And it is the right of every Muslim if he forgives the mistakes of others to go to heaven. (HR Adh-Dhahak of Ibn Abbas r.a.)

Source: www.renunganislam.com

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