MUSHROOMS. Young Widows Underage
TASKS THAT CANNOT BE DELAYED.

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RISE UP, DESPITE MANY OBSTACLES.

If we are sure that none of these events are mere coincidence, all have been designed by God so that we can learn a lesson. Even the thorn that pierces our finger cannot be separated from His sight, so that we realize that all that God has destined will bear glory.

If we are sure, there will always be light after darkness. Then Allah prepares the ease with the presence of difficulties. And the gift that God gives will be able to lead us to remain steadfast in walking the divine way.

Sacrifice, difficulty, and all the trials that exist on this path are a phase that will lead us to feel more beautiful life.

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After a two-hour trip by helicopter. Now Gibran and Alisha are back in town. Because Gibran was still very upset with his Grandma, he accidentally brought Alisha to his apartment, which was a good distance from his grandmother's house.

"Darling, didn't you think we'd stay here for a while?" asked Gibran, feeling bad for his wife. Because he had taken her to an apartment that was fairly simple.

"Yes, Papa, why? It's a great blessing for Lisha Mas" replied Alisha, who seemed happy to see Gibran's apartment. He even walked straight into the kitchen of the apartment.

"Maa shaa Allah, the kitchen is small but looks clean and comfortable? Lisha likes a kitchen like this" he continued, with eyes that look sparkling when he saw the atmosphere of the kitchen.

"Alhamdulillah, if you like dear. Oh, honey, you don't think Mas lives alone here? You want to see the state of the office first. You know, I haven't been to the office in a long time. That's why today Mas want to go there for a while, you dare to live alone here, dear?" gibran asked, hesitating, when he wanted to leave his wife.

"Yes no papa dong Mas, Lisha dare to stay alone. So Go Mas, don't worry about Lisha. Because Lisha insya Allah will be fine anyway," Alisha replied gently.

"The truth isn't Papa Darling?" ask Gibran, who seems to be worried about his wife.

"Hoo'um! Justification Lisha is not papa Mas," replied Alisha, reassuring her husband.

"Yes, did you go, did you? Oh, that's our room, you'll rest, okay? You must still be smitten?" gibran said, pointing at a door that seemed to be still closed, not far from where they stand today.

"Yes Mas, yes it's better for Mas to leave now, because the day is almost late afternoon also Mas," replied Alisha, gently.

"Dear, yes, then Mas, go?" gibran said, as he gave a gentle kiss on his wife's forehead.

"Yes, you're careful on the road, too?" alisha replied, as she reached for Gibran's hand, then kissed him.

"Dear, is it Mas Pamit? Assalammu'alaikum?" gibran said, it still looks like he is heavy leaving his wife.

"Yes Mas, wa'alaikumus greetings," replied Alisha. After getting a greeting from his wife Gibran began to step foot towards the door of his apartment. But just as he was about to step out, he turned his head back towards Alisha with a gaze like reluctant to leave her.

"Yes, dear God willing," he replied after that he immediately stepped out while closing the door of his apartment. After the door closed, Alisha immediately pulled the suitcases that were still near the apartment door. And then he took the suitcase, to the room indicated by Gibran.

As soon as the door of the room opened Alisha was immediately stunned when she saw the feel of the room that looked all white, from the wall of the bed, the sheets, even the curtains, all white, all white, it makes the room look so bright and beautiful.

"Maa shaa Allah, this beautiful and clean room, looks like Mas Yuda, likes white color huh? Come to think of it during our time on the island as well, Mas Yuda often wears a white T-shirt, and white shorts too, humm. berati white is a favorite color of Mas Yuda huh?" muttered Alisha, who he suddenly recalled the time they were still on the island of S.

"Eh, why did I suddenly become a miss with Mas Yuda? Even though he had only been gone for a few minutes, the time was gone anyway?" muttered Alisha, as she looked at the figura on the nightstand, right beside her bed.

"Iiis..why is my heart pounding again? Aah already akh, I should tidy up the clothes first, after that just rest," muttered Alisha, who finally began to suckle the clothes contained in the suitcase, then he moved it into a closet located in the corner of the room.

After everything was arranged neatly, Alisha immediately laid her body on Gibran's bed, "Aaah.. Thank God, it's good to lie down. Since then, it feels like my waist is going to fall off! it's all because of Yuda! All the time he was going home, he was asking for that?" alisha complained after she laid her body. And because he felt very tired, finally he was unconsciously swept into his dreams too.

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While on the other side.

Gibran, who had said goodbye to his wife, to see the state of his office. Now he seems to have just entered his room. Followed by Ray who always faithfully walks behind him. After the two were inside, Gibran immediately sat on his seat of greatness. Ray is still standing in front of his desk.

"Oh yeah Ray, how was my job that I left behind yesterday? Is there no problem?" gibran asked, as he opened the laptop, which he had not noticed for a long time.

"There is no sir! Because Madam President has already finished everything!" reply Ray, as is.

"Ooh good then! Oh right, please get me a report as long as I'm not around, now Ray!" gibran said with a visible gaze still focused on his laptop.

"Good Sir! Then excuse me for a minute!" ray responded, and he immediately rushed away from Gibran's room.

"Eh, where is he not?" gumma Gibran, whom she saw her laptop, wanted to see a cctv that was in her apartment,

"Ooh.. Apparently he's sleeping again huh? Aah..why do I feel bad about him? Huh! I don't think I can take it anymore! I'd better go home!" gibran said, as he closed his laptop. Then he rushed off just like that. And when he was about to open the door, Ray was already at the door.

"Eh Sir! Ooh yes this is the report sir!" ray said, as he handed over the files to Gibran.

"Later Ray, there's a task that can't be delayed!" gibran replied and he left immediately.

"Huh? What assignment??" murmured Ray was confused.

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