Mahabbah Longs
CHAPTER 67: Desire of Mustofa

"For the time being, let Sister Ifroh be here alone for safety and healing, as well as the subsequent legal process" said Herman.

"Yes, I believe you." Ulya replied.

"May I see him for a moment." Mustofa tried to interrupt.

"Nothing."

Without being told to go out, Ifroh had come out with the Holy Mother.

"Thank you, Brother. Without the help of my brother, I don't know what to do" Ifroh said sobbing.

"Oh, don't be sad. When the process is complete, go back to the abbah. He must be happy."

"Yes Brother."

"Do you need to send money to your family."

"Thank you, brother. They just sent it."

"You've checked."

"May borrow his phone again, brother."

Mustofa gave it to him, greeted him with a happy smile. For a moment he communicated. Now his face looks happy. And close that phone happily anyway.

"Alhamdulillah, it has arrived."

Then he handed the phone to Mustofa.

"This is Brother, thank you."

"No, take. To you." said Mustofa.

"really."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Thank you very much, brother."

"Thank you, Brother Ulya, he bought it for you.''

''Thank you, Sir.''

''Yes,'' Ulya replied briefly.

''In the meantime, I can only monitor. If there's anything, please tell us" Ulya said.

"There's my number and Mustofa's."

"God willing, Sir.''

After that they all stood up, put Ifroh on the embassy staff, Suherman. Then say goodbye home.

"Please if there's anything, let us know."

"God willing. Don't worry, we'll take care of it until it's done. Because it's our responsibility." Suherman's responsibility.

"When to stop by my place!" ulya

"By pleasure" he answered.

"Assalamu'alaikum ...."

"Wa'alaikum salam ...."

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A week later, Ifroh's legal process entered the trial period. Sometimes Mustofa came to his side. Check the progress of the case and the health of Ifroh .

While Ulya is still focused on his work piling up. Coupled with the wedding preparations and the reception that his family will hold.

"How mustofa, there is a verdict." asked Ulya when he met at the office.

"Later 2pm, it will be decided."

"Thank God" he said, not turning his eyes to the leptop in front of him.

"Surely Mr. Fath does not want this problem to drag on. Because it could be big news if you smell the media."

"It can be."

"What about his son, is he still in prison."

"No."

"Why did you get out."

"Say, he took her to a mental institution?"

"really?"

"Don't know. It's like he doesn't want his son in jail."

"And finally his son was free. That's what's expected. The old song." Ulya muttered calmly.

"It's a good thing that the lawyer you appointed, that's very clever. Although Mr. Fath's son, he's not in prison. He wanted to see his son's health papers as support for evidence that his son was crazy."

"It looks like Mr. Fath is also shrewd. Such a letter can be made." Ulya timpal.

"Until this moment, Mr. Fath has not been able to show. Don't know what's going on."

"There must therefore be a recommendation from the authorities. Thank God they don't want to be bribed. "

"We pray for the best. I myself as a Turk am ashamed of his actions."

"I am too."

"I'll listen to the verdict. What time is it?"

"It's almost dhuhur."

" We ate lunch first new prayer. Then we're heading there."

"Agree." replied Mustofa happily.

Before long Ulya took out the provisions made by Naura. Apart from her, she also prepared for her cousin.

"Sir Naura Pinter really cook. That's why you fell in love."

"If that's not to be asked" Ulya said boastfully.

"A week, I'm getting married. Have you prepared a gift for your dear brother."

"You don't give me a honeymoon ticket, I guess. Because Kak Naura certainly did not want to leave her son" said Mustofa Cengengesan.

"There's you," exclaimed Ulya.

"Quiet, Brother, I've prepared."

"Oh yes, Mustofa. How can Ifroh run to your apartment."

"I don't know, Brother. Maybe because he still remembers me. I guess."

"To GR-AN you are so tuch."

He .. he .. he ....

"You don't mess around, all the women are given attention. All expecting new confused tuch."

"Kayak brother Ulya."

"Aishhh. Yes .. yes. No. .. no."

"Yes, Rima finally languished.

"Design yes,"the Ulya God.

"If there is a heart, approach the papa. You must have got it."

"Help, Brother."

"You're kulsum's the one."

"If this is me. No. .. yes no."

"Tell?"

I don't know why he wanted to tease his cousin's sister.

"Truly not."

"He walks with other people, you're jealous ...."

"I'm a man, brother."

"Nach, that's dong. So tough guy."

"I'm starting to learn, brother."

"I'm thrilled. But if you want Rima, ready to wait?"

"Don't know. He's afraid he's switching."

"His father is here, and so is he. Come closer!"

"So brother give me my blessing."

Ulya nodded happily.

"She's smart, independent, and kind. I love it when you can find him. I feel sorry for Rima if I find you."

"It's very demeaning."

Eating while talking causes the food to run out is not felt, until there is no rice left.

After washing his hands in the sink in the next room and wiping it dry, the two went down to the mosque in the neighborhood, while carrying a bushel that had been empty.

Before long, the sound of azan was echoed by one of the employees who had been appointed by Ulya as a mosque takmir in his office.

Almost all employees leave their jobs. Towards the one place. It is a place of prostration, Ar Rohmatul Hidayah Mosque. Thus the name when the beginning of the building was established.

A moment to release the tired body and soul, in living half the journey of life in this day. Willing to associate desire, desire in the heart to conform to the guidance of the Almighty. This journey has been meaningful to him and his surroundings.

As well as reporting all physical actions that are sourced to the intentions in the chest. That which is expressed in meaningful behavior or in vain. And now it is time to give up on the most Loving and Compassionate. We wait for His mercy to come forward.

After having meditated in prayer or after. In the form of praise and do'a hope that has been arranged or turned out spontaneously because of deep whispers. Born of the sincerity of the servant to his Creator.

One, two, three, four and five. Interrelated networks in life. On the count of these two I was. I've asked for it to me. And please guide in the next step. Because there are still three, four, five and so on.

After almost all the employees had left the place, Ulya and Mustofa had just moved from their prostration.

They're out to the parking lot. Entering Ulya's car together, at different doors, left and right.

Before long, Mustofa was running the car leaving the parking lot to the streets that were not straight, to the place of Ifroh trial. Not far from the city's government.

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