Gannaya, My Adore
Because your Job hangs in Arsy.

The palm of Ammar's hand shook when holding the body of the device whose bright screen he was still staring at. Seeing the video two weeks ago, Yuni recorded it in the apartment at the time.

The esophagus is suddenly dry, it is moistened constantly with saliva. His eyeballs focused on looking at Ganaya who was looking at the evidence of Ammar's crimes on the recording screen.

He could see clearly when his wife was crying hysterically, shaken, stricken with asthma and heard her voice cursing her with harsh words in Yuni recordings. Yuni, the art is smart. Record everything without exception, from any angel he can master.

His heart hunts great. When he found out his wife had already known his depraved actions.

I am so ashamed of Ammar. Shame ... Extremely embarrassed. Already embarrassed to be found out wife, also caught art. Where is the wait after this.

Gana was still staring fixedly at her husband who was looking down at the contents of the recording. He sat right next to Ammar on the lip of the bed.

They reached home at 21:00 p.m., and Gana forced Ammar to bathe, shampoo, and pray together Isha.

"Not a nag?" gana said through the daydreams of Ammar whose facial features had turned cloudy, limp and agitated.

Gana who was still wrapped in face tried to resuscitate Ammar once again with his actions that have caused many sins. The man with the scabbard that had not been opened nodded.

There was a plan sticking out. Without feeling the drops of clear water flock to wet the surface of his cheeks.

"Are you aware for years of giving your parents food from Ammar's ill-gotten money?"

"Bought clothes, toys for your nieces and dirty money?"

"Give me a marriage dowry, support me all this time from money that kills people? Selling organs? Selling drugs? Trade women? Help the mobsters fight the guns you sell?"

Ammar is drowning in the claustrophobic. His pupils widened with a ringing of bated cries. Just this time of his life, he felt so bitter, pitiful and dirty more than a piece of shit.

"Is what we have eaten from your money, can be meat? Not Ammar. You even gave the embers of hellfire to our bodies." Gana's voice was very soft, to say it, he while squeezing a mucous cloth on the chest because it still felt pain.

Ammar looked up and looked at the wife who was still willing to take it back. They sat with each other in tears that were let down to seep.

"What if both of our parents find out, Ammar? Their son and daughter-in-law, was nothing more than a bandit. You defiled the hajj title of both our parents, Ammar. You hurt them, you lied ... hiks." Gana's voice paused. Her tears are getting worse. It's pain in his mind. The shadow of their smiling parents suddenly flashed.

"Can you just slap me, baby? Without having to say something like this? It hurts so much .." said Ammar softly, until the ripples of his saliva were not heard. His chest was like being struck by lightning.

Why did Gana's words just cross her mind now?

"Actually I've wanted to change, but ..."

"Back affected with the friend you deify the most." Gana's gut. The woman came back strong, stopping her crying. The face and nose are very red.

"In friendly years, how many times did he invite you to Friday prayers, Ammar?"

DEG.

His heart was back in motion. Ammar looked down again, then shook his head. "Never." she replied slowly.

Gana laughed in tears.

"Many are friends with those who believe. For they have intercession on the Day of Resurrection. They'll call and say your name if they don't meet in heaven."

"And that dear friend will ask God to take us from Hell. Find your jannah friend, Ammar. Not to serve a friend who wants to throw us into hell. Farhan won't give you any intercession."

Ammar. Staring straight at the walls of the room that has been covered with wallpaper spongesbobs. The man moved his head up and down while allowing, though his affection for Farhan was already imprinted and attached like skin to flesh.

"Forget Farhan, as long as he cannot repent."

"Keep Farhan away, as long as he's as greedy as he is now."

Ammar's tongue is too weak to deny. What his wife said was true. Although in the corner of Ammar's heart, he was eager to embrace Farhan in order to return to being a normal man before a few years.

"I know it's not just Farhan's fault here. But it's your fault for being a part of it, too."

"A sense of revenge that still burns, wants to kill, bring down and eliminate those who have bullied you in the past. Even though you are sick because of them, I do not justify what you are doing now Ammar ..."

Ammar nodded slowly with a flat look.

"If it is the one who makes you sick, then why is it Allah that you are far from? You turned into a lump of unclean meat hated by our Creator!"

"Whatever you thrash, yelling from the ground to ask us to accompany you, you will still be alone inside. Befriending the dark, the cold of the land, the creeping animals gnawing at your body. And of course the lightning bolt from the Angel, when you don't manage to answer the question. You stay alone. Only charity accompanies you, so if you have not repented at this time, then what charity will you bring? We do not know when it is our turn to face God."

Ganaya further burned the tribe of Ammar. Ammar bowed deeply with his chest twitching because of the carbon in the oxide as it squeezed his lungs.

"The torment of Allah is painful, Ammar. Repent, while you are still given time." continued Gana.

Can't stand holding. Ammar shuffled, to kiss his wife's feet. Hugging Gana's feet with a groan of tears.

"I'm afraid .. I don't want to die just yet. I want to repent." he shrieked raspingly. Hearing Ammar's strong sobs that made Gana cry again, she slightly bent down to hold her husband's body that was still struggling to spill disappointment to herself.

"Repent Ammar. Go back to the right path. God stretches his arms wide for former sinners. Because the best repentance of any of his people is the repentance of the sinner."

"Forget the past. Let go of people who have hurt you. You know, a sheikh whose body was stabbed by a knife hugged the culprit instead. Not to reply, but to pray."

"You are not a sheikh, whose faith is far from average. But at least we can try and copy it. To be patient and to accept what we have passed, to be airy."

"Because of what you have received in the past, all has become the decree of God. The leaf that fell from the tree by the wind alone, it was also the will of God, Ammar."

"Therefore, return to be a new servant. A sincere and patient servant. If you say patience has its limits, you are wrong. Patience has never limits, and I want you to be patient with a heart that is still gaping because of past wounds."

"I'm sorry for them. And also apologize to the bodies that you have forcibly taken his life. The bodies you deliberately mince, letting them face God without a shroud, without bathing and without prayers from his family. You are so abominable Ammar, therefore repent before Allah has enraged you."

DAARR'S.

Thunder suddenly appeared splitting the clouds with his gripping voice. The rainwater from up there began to pour down on the earth.

Ammar is sobbing. He looks so weak and helpless. All the words of his wife were very slicing the heart.

"Bless you dear, thank you very much. If you weren't my wife, I don't know, I don't know what would happen to me after this." Ammar groaned in tears and snot that kept coming out of his nostrils. Her tears wet the cloth of Mukena Gana on her knees.

"When I knew all that, I almost went crazy, too, Ammar. I would love to divorce you. But because your jab to me is already hanging in Arsy. Then I puffed up."

"It was my duty as a wife to bring the husband who had shaken hands with Papa ten months ago at the contract table, to bring her back home. Go home Ammar ... God is always waiting for your repentance."

Hicks ... Hixes.

Ammar grew even more dissolved in regret that kept shaking his body. It was disgusted with his body now. The hand that is always used to kiss the back of the hand of parents, caressing the cheek of his wife with love instead he uses to kill and chop the human body with great satisfaction.

"But my sins are many. Will God forgive me?"

"God is good. You know why our upper and lower lips do not move when we say the phrase laaila ha illallaah?

Ammar shook his head in his bow.

"The answer is because God loves us so much. Allah bestows great mercy upon his servants in the time of the sakaratul of death. At that time our bodies could do nothing. And Allah gave the easiest choice for his servant to recite laaila ha illallaah. Even if our lips are weak they cannot move."

Ammar. The hand that had been strong when he was squeezing his wife's mucous felt slack. The spirit of repentance is getting more pronounced. He was sure that God would forgive him.

Gana raised Ammar's face. For the man to look at her. The husband's face was already very wet, for he was crying like a thirsty baby from wanting to suckle.

"I'm sorry, honey. Thank you for accepting me like this. Guard my disgrace."

Gana nodded, rubbing the wetness on her husband's face with the back of her hand. Then shower Ammar's face with various kisses from his lips. His forehead, his two eyes, his nose, his cheeks and last of his lips.

"Now sleep. Let's wake up in the middle of the night. I want you to pray night and pray repentance nasuha."

Ammar nodded with a smile. He stood up and lunged at Gana with a hug.

"Healthy always, my wife ... Long live."

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