Not Laila Majnun
Plunches

"You know Man, in this world many women suffer. In all parts of the world there are people who do arbitrarily to noble beings called women. Do you want to help them all?"

"He has no one!" say

Bang Alif snorted annoyedly at hearing that.

"You know, the women in the war zone had their families killed and then he was killed** by the soldiers who attacked them. The women became pregnant but were forced to work to no limits. You don't want to go there to help them?"

"I know him bang, do I have to be quiet when he is suffering and not know where to go?" I still defend myself.

"You pay more attention to the woman who has no status with you and forget your own wife."

"What kind of man are you?"

"Astaghfirullahaladzim Lukman!!!"

"Imagine your wife checks the contents alone while you take another woman to check the contents."

"Where is Man????!!!!"

I was really shocked to hear my brother's anger accompanied by swearing.

"In the grave the angel Munkar Nakir will ask your family. Your wife's daughter and daughter are not your neighbors or your men. Your duty is to keep them from the fires of hell"

"You want others to go to heaven and you let your wife's children go to hell ??!!!"

"Astaghfirullahaladhim..... Yes Alloh.... Please forgive me for what I said. May you keep us from the fires of hell. Gathering us back in heaven" Bang Alif closed his eyes for a moment while reading the istighfar and took a deep breath and exhaled it.

I just kept quiet waiting for the next bang Alif.

"There used to be someone who came to the cleric salafus solih and complained that he was not interested when he saw his wife. Husband and wife relationship is bland.

" The solite man then asked

is your wife no longer beautiful? He's shaking."

"Does your wife look old?

No, answer."

"Does your wife look fat?

the man replied, Not really, he's still the same as before."

"That's what you are. The woman looks sad and you feel obliged to lend a hand to her when your own wife's fetus miscarried and you are sincere.

"Or maybe you need to divorce your wife so you know how she suffered, get pregnant without a husband so you're obligated to help her!" Bang Alif uttered it with a loud snort.

"Bang!!" I don't accept his words. It's good to have me divorce Laila.

"I chose polygamy. I'm sure I can be fair!" I said confidently.

"Basic geblk!!! Just do what you want! My words are over. What matters is that I've reminded." Bang Alif said then left me just like that.

"Stupid preserved!" Abraham was suddenly in the room.

" Who used to threaten me not to mess with his sister. Forcing me to promise to be faithful to keep the heart and love only for her sister".

"Now look who's playing who?"

"Current"

"What's Laila's lack of?"

"Beautiful, white, tall, slim, Bohay?" Ibrahim said with a cynical smile.

"Bad!!!! Shut up you son of a bitch!!! " I can't hear my wife being praised in such a way by Ibrahim.

The sister-in-law did not know that she was still leaning against the wall while cross-sectioned.

"Look at your sister, what can be seen from her. His body is small and flat but I can accept him for who he is. Compare with your wife who has a body ouhai..!" He said while smiling wryly made me even more inflamed.

"Shut up you son of a bitch!!!" I stood up and walked to him, preparing to punch him.

"That's reality. Having a perfect wife is wasted. Leaving the gemstone for the sake of taking the stone time. Stupid!!" His ejek. He wasn't afraid to provoke me.

With all my might I raised a fist on his face but he could catch my hand easily.

"Brakkk!!"

"Ibra!! Don't make a scene at my hospital!" Ronald, the owner of the hospital, was standing at the door staring intently at both of us.

Ibrahim threw my hand until I almost fell.

"Sorry Ronald!" I said, bowing slightly and leaving them. Let it be taken care of by Ibrahim himself.