Rangga's Beloved Wife
Dreams come to mom

Every life will have problems. Both mild problems and severe problems. Usually in response to a problem there are two thoughts that are thinking with a cool head and thinking in a hot atmosphere. Not everyone can think in a cool head, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Some even like to rely on emotions, hot thoughts will make us fall into deeper problems.

That's what Laras initially felt when he knew he had a problem with his fertility. His mind was glaring because of his fear of his mother-in-law. Is wrong! He was wrong for not thinking with a cold head. So when he was in the camii mosque he immediately prayed for forgiveness from Allah. The crying wet the face she was wearing.

"Oh Allah, forgive me. Servant has disobeyed mas Rangga.

I'm just an ordinary man who doesn't escape from wrong and sin.

But why did Rangga hide this. God willing I will accept the fact that I cannot give him offspring.

But I'm afraid my mother-in-law is angry about this. Servant was afraid she'd throw me out if I couldn't give her a grandchild.

I can only complain to you, Lord. Only to you I give up my destiny and my life."

The barrel completes the prayer after the zhuhur prayer. Not long after the mukena has folded neatly.

Still in daydreaming, Ustadzah Sato came to Laras. Maybe because they are both women, Sato's ustadzah feels Laras is not okay. The two sat cross-legged facing each other in the corridor of the mosque. Sato's hands clasped tightly as if to strengthen Laras' feelings and heart.

"Mrs. Larasati, sorry if I was sassy. Is there something that's hard on your heart?"

The barrel just remained silent not budging. His mind was still about to fear that his in-laws knew. Including her disappointment in her husband, who healed her condition. His hands were clasping tightly at the end of his clothes.

Only six months they were married but already felt such a heavy problem. Laras remembers meeting Ina in Rangga's office, because Ina's husband also worked there, in Laras' vision, Ina and Alam were getting happier. Even though they are still newlyweds.

"Mrs, huh,? You all right?" Sato's voice shocked his daydream.

Laras shook his head for a moment. He explained that he just wanted to calm down.

"It's okay if you don't want the story. I won't force it, it's just that I see your face a little pale. And your legs are like they're hurt." Sato's utadzah speech saw Laras' legs flushed red.

"So when I was cooking I got the presto lid dropped. So my feet are flushed because the lid is hot. I used to rub it on the roof. I thought it was okay at first but it hurt too." Story Barrel.

"Oh, so. May his legs heal quickly."

"Thank you, Sato."

"Together, I stay first madam." Ustadzah Sato walked away from Laras. With a long dress and her face covered with a veil of Sato's ustadzah sauntered until it disappeared from the sight of Laras.

Women in Islam are creatures of God who have many privileges. As a child who will grow up to be a wife and a mother, a woman is highly venerated in her role in life.

The Quran explains that the position of women in Islam is the same as that of men.

The experiences of Muslim women vary widely between and within different societies. At the same time, their adherence to Islam became a division of factors that had an impact on their lives.

Femility is a super power, heaven is under the soles of the mother's feet which means woman. To whom we serve God mention your mother three times after that your father.

So do not forget the merits of your mother, giving birth, raising a child is not easy.

Another story if the pregnant men are the ladies. Then the story of all men will appreciate the woman. No more men like to say that his wife is boring or how. That is our advantage as women.

Let me ask the gentlemen here, does anyone like to help his wife work at home? If I give a thumbs up, if there is no I pray to go home from here he can guide to become a dream husband.

"Amiyi." Sahut the jamaah mosque.

Laras smiled at Ahmed's lecture. The way it is delivered is good, easy to understand. Honestly as long as she knew some men from her father, her brother and now her husband, they were great men in the eyes of Laras.

His father, Fauzan, has never been angry in Laras' life with him. Whatever his mistake, Fauzan just said "Don't repeat it again. You've grown up, you have to know what's wrong. You'll look after your mother if I'm not around." Laras followed his father's advice.

Laras closed his eyes recalling the memories with his father, mother and brother. His hands clasped tightly onto the face he had just folded. As if feeling fragrant mukena reminded him of his late mother.

The barrel stands in a white room. There is no barrier in that room. His feet continued to walk aimlessly. Look for gaps for stops.

"Roof,"

The soft voice called to him. The barrel rotates in search of the direction of the sound but remains empty.

"Roof,"

Again the voice greeted him.

"Mother, is that mother's voice? Mother where, Laras misses mother."

"Clear," the voice felt close.

Baras ran to hug his mother. The unstoppable longing he put out. Mother and child miss each other.

"Son, how are you?"

"Mom, Laras misses mom. Baras apologizes at the last moment is not there beside mom. Mothers are right to enter their lives not as beautiful as imagined, mothers are right if they feel we are not her level.

Sorry Laras, ma'am, at that time did not heed my mother's advice not to accept their offer."

"Are they bad to you, son?"

Laras shook his head "They are not evil, Bu. It's just that the stretch was very pronounced.where far the gap between me and them. Although they were very kind to me, but I felt that there was still a distance between my world and theirs."

"Laras, now you're married. Your life is for your husband. If anyone feels strange in your life, turn to God. Because he's the only one who rules all our destiny lines.

The wife is a reflection of the husband. If your husband is good, his wife is good. Whatever trouble you're having with your head cold.

I had a fight with your father, then went home to your Mbah. But after receiving a message from your Mbah, I realized that mother's attitude will burden your father in the afterlife."

Laras woke up looking around him. His eyes flashed a glance at every corner of the room.

"I where? this isn't in the apartment!"

"It's sober, you!" the voice of the woman is rising.

"Mah.mama .." Laras saw Raya already standing before him.

"Yes, it's me. Wh why? Shocked? didn't think I could be here?" Raya still stared at Raya sharply.

"Manja is right you, race. Just because it's hot ask to be taken to the hospital. Besides, if it hurts, why wander!"

"Sorry, ma." Laras just looked down.

"Darling, you're sober." Rangga immediately approached his wife.

"I'm sorry, mas. It's already making you anxious."

"Heh, crybaby. It's already! we better get home. It's just the feet hurting, spoiled for mercy."