MUSHROOMS. Young Widows Underage
FEAR ALISHA.

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WHOEVER PLANTED IT WILL REAP THE RESULTS

Let us reflect on the advice of Abdullah bin Mas'ud radhiyallahu 'anhu,

‏إِنَّكُمْ فِي مَمَرِّ اللَّيْلِ وَ النَّهَارِ؛ فِي آجَالٍ مَنْقُوصٍ وَ أَعْمَالٍ مَحْفُوظَةٍ وَ الْمَوْتُ يَأْتِي بَغْتَةً؛ فَمَنْ زَرَعَ خَيْرًا فَيُوشِكُ أَنْ يَحْصُدَ رَغْبَةً وَ مَنْ زَرَعَ شَرًّا فَيُوشِكُ أَنْ يَحْصُدَ نَدَامَةً وَ لِكُلِّ زَارِعٍ مِثْلُ مَا زَرَعَ.

Verily you are in the cycle of night and day; age is diminishing, practice is always recorded, and death is coming suddenly.

Whoever sows the seed of goodness, he will harvest happiness. Whoever plants ugliness will reap regret.

Every man who plants will get what he sows.

(Cited by Ibnul Qayyim in the book of Al-Fawaid).

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As her husband Alishab wished, she went home first. Arriving home, she took the time to cook again, so that when her husband came home, the food was available. But until the food cooled, her husband did not come. It makes Alisha's heart become restless. Especially when she remembered the leg of her husband who was still sick, making Alisha more anxious.

"Why hasn't Mas Yuda returned yet? The food was cold again" grumbled Alisha, who was seen now in front of the door of her village. With a forward gaze hoping that her husband will come home soon.

"Oh yes.His leg still hurts. Don't he can't walk?' muttered Alisha again with a face turned anxious.

"Well, I'd better follow it up! Afraid why-why again, so do not go home!"

Alisha rushed towards the direction where Gibran was. Even he had run around a little so that as soon as he got there. But not to mention he reached the destination, suddenly Alisha stopped her steps.

"Mas Yuda! What happened to my husband sir?" ask Alisha. On two men who were looking at Gibran. Alisha looked so anxious when she saw her husband's face that looked pale.

"Ooh, is this your Husband Miss? This Miss was your husband, seen rolling near the Lake. Fortunately we saw it. That's why we intend to take her home Miss," explained one of the men.

"Astaghfirullah, yes, please take him to my house, sir" pinta Alisha, as she clenched her hands together.

"All right Miss! Where's Miss' house?" ask the man again.

"There Sir! Let's follow me" said Alisha, and she led the way for the men, who were taking her husband. At times Alisha looked at her husband's face, which looked so pale. Fear suddenly rippled through him. And suddenly she remembered her late husband as he was about to take his last breath with his pale face almost the same as Gibran's.

"Here is our house, please come in" said Alisha, as they were already in front of the gates of her village.

"All right, Miss" the man replied, and they entered the gate of the villa. And go straight to the villa door. Arriving inside Alisha also asked the two men to bring Gibran straight to her room.

"Thank you very much Sir! This is a bit of a fortune for your family" Alisha said as she handed the two men an envelope. After they laid Gibran in his room.

"Well, don't miss, we're sincere, helpful" said one of the men.

"Aah. well Miss, then we accept, may your blessings and may your Husband be immediately given a cure and lifted his illness by Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala," said the man again sincerely as well.

"Oh my God, thank you very much Sir!" reply Alisha as she clenched her hands again.

"Sama-sama Miss, we both also thanked you. Yes, then we'll excuse me Miss, Assalamualaikum," the man said again.

"Yes sir, wa'alaikumus greetings warahmatullahi wabarakatu."

After getting a reply, the two men moved from their villa. After the two were not seen again, Alisha immediately closed the door and immediately rushed to her husband's room. Arriving at the room, Alisha looked so confused.

"I have to how Mas? Here there is no signal to contact Grandma hiks.." said Alisha who is now sitting on the side of Gibran's bed, holding Gibran's hand with a face that looks so frightened. Until he unconsciously shed his tears and hit his hand Gibran. And that made Gibran open his eyes.

"Why are you crying? I'm fine" Gibran said in a voice that sounded so weak. Hearing the words of her newly sober husband, made Alisha's heart a little relieved.

"Alhamdulillah.You have realized Mas? Is anyone sick?" alisha asked, with her curious face.

"No, it's just my legs that hurt a little bit" Gibran replied still sounding weak.

"Yes wait a minute, Lisha's a medicine bikini for Mas's legs huh?" alisha said, and she immediately rushed away without waiting for a reply from her husband.

Gibran, who looked so weak, closed his eyes again. He seemed to have no energy to prevent Alisha, or respond to her. After ten minutes, Alisha returned again, carrying a basin filled with water and a small plate containing medicinal leaves that she had pureed. He then approached Gibran's bed. When he was about to clean Gibran's legs, he only realized that Gibran's clothes and pants looked so dirty.

"Astaghfirullah.why am I just looking at it now? If Mas Yuda's clothes and pants are so dirty?" muttered Alisha, as she scratched her head that did not itch indicates she was confused.

"Where's this? Can't I just let it sit? Aahs... Just replace it! Anyway I'm not his wife so it's okay to do this?" muttered Alisha again. And finally he rushed to get Gibran's clean clothes and pants in his closet.

After that, he returned to his bed. Then he began to open one by one the buttons of Gibran's shirt. Until finally everything was released and the appearance of Gibran's professional body made Alisha's eyes instantly menanar.

"Maa shaa Allah..is very good Mas Yuda? Is he exercising?" muttered Alisha, as she held the muscle of Gibran's arm, "Astaghfirullah.. Why the hell, I've been quick, clean his body! Fortunately, the person is still sleeping" muttered Alisha. Then he began to wipe Gibran's body with a wet cloth after which he re-worn his clothes.

"Alhamdulillah, done too! Hum... But what are his pants? The hell was I opening too? Aah.. or do I just leave it? Iiis tapkan slovenly pants! How's this dong?" alisha muttered that she was so hesitant to open her pants Gibran.

"Well.bodo akh open it! He's sleeping on this!" alisha said that he finally dared himself to open his pants Gibran with eyes that he closed but occasionally he peeked at him. And only halfway through he pulled Gibran's pants all of a sudden..

"What are you doing? Do you want to rape me?!"

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