The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
75 Angry Mistress Painted
Rani's sharp gaze and grip on Liona's wrist tightened until Liona whimpered. Mrs Lukis tried to break up her two warring daughters-in-law. The soft voice and the sad gaze of Madam Painted on her two daughters-in-law.
Mistress Lukis walked towards Rani and Liona.
"Take off Rani, after all she's your sister-in-law Ran."
Rani who was exhaling violently finally threw out Liona's hand violently. Liona glanced sharply at Rani.
"Basar cheap women. Prostitutes*r. Cheap*n!"
"You!"
"Yesterlies!"
Rani had raised her hand towards Liona but a slap landed on Liona's white smooth cheek from her delicate hand. Liona held her cheeks that felt spicy. His eyes looked at the woman he should have respected.
"Don't you see Rani has lowered her ego. Don't you appreciate Mama?"
Mrs Lukis raised her tone an octave higher than usual. It is out of the habit of Mrs Erlangga Pradipta. Especially until it is cold-faced and acts rude like this time.
Liona folded her hands in front of her chest with a gaze full of judgment. He looked at Madam Lukis as if he was judging her in-laws.
"Heh. Mamma.... Mamma.... Oops... More precisely Ms. Erlangga Pradipta. Is it because mama remembered the time when she was expelled from the family for pregnant Bram out of wedlock until now this woman named Rani got her defense?!"
"Yesterlies!"
Madam Lukis' jaw is hardened. The look on the face full of anger he showed one of his daughters-in-law. Even back he wanted to slap his son-in-law ignorant of that manners. But Ayra quickly prevented her mother-in-law from returning to comply with her emotions.
"Istighfar Ma."
"Bad You're Liona! You don't know manners!"
"Shut up you Rani! I have nothing to do with you!"
"Brugh!"
Liona sat on the floor. Rani who felt emotion from seeing Madam Paints face full of tears and a gaze full of anger at Liona. So that triggers Rani impatient to face Liona.
"You just made my husband's mother cry and get angry?"
Ayra tried to calm her mother-in-law down. His head that had just now actually felt a little dizzy this time inevitably he repeatedly opened and closed his eyes so that he lost pain in his head.
Liona rose from her position. This was the first time he felt demeaned.
"Diamond*n! Jal*You're Rani!"
Ayra was standing. This time he was already unable to tolerate because Liona had made mother cry sobbing. The sound of Painted Madam's cry was so heartbreaking. It was as if there was a burden so heavy and stifling his heart that he cried sobbing in a sitting position and stared at the floor.
"You're just trash too! Just wait until the time is right. Your stench will be smelled even open all over the media! Don't be your holy-sucker! Now I know you're a match because this whole family is sinful. And the hell expert Hehe...."
Ayra raised her chin. He looked at Liona's face with great emphasis. The eyes that look concave also narrowed and signifies that the owner of the eye is being very dislike of the person he looks at.
Rani was already furious, she just wanted to step foot towards Liona. He wanted to drag the woman he should have appreciated because of the wife of his sister-in-law. However, it was as if the woman named Liona was selfless and shameless. He continued to insult the residents of this house.
Ayra quickly pulled Rani's arm. He walked towards Liona. Ayra sat in front of Liona. Ayra looked at Liona with a smile but she spoke to Rani instead. Ayra finally made a sound.
"You know Ran, the Prophet taught his people to exercise restraint. Do not be easy to spread the word, do not easily spread the news, do not often rebuke each other.
Because the Messenger of Allah knows, man's forgiveness space is limited, not as vast and deep as his Lord. Getting a human apology is much harder and harder. Not to mention if we don't feel guilty, but other people resent us. Knowing ourselves wrong, we are still reluctant to apologize, let alone not feel guilty at all.
Even Rasulullah shallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam said to a hadith from Imam al-Bukhari and Imam Muslim. There was a woman of worship, who prayed at night, loved to fast, gave alms and did charity, but her tongue always brought pain to her neighbors. The Prophet said, there is no good to him, he is an expert in hell. That is, the charity of worship which is not directly proportional to the good social conduct, its worship lacks meaning."
"I'm lucky to mean Ay because I never hurt anyone let alone hurt my in-laws."
"Even Allah says in the Qur’an letter Al-Isra verse 23 where in the verse will not insult or make crying parents or in-laws. To say Ah we're not allowed Ran. Because one of the main practices is filial piety to both parents."
"You! How dare! Who do you have the right to advise me?!"
"And who are you to judge a sinner and even go to hell? Are you an expert in hell? Or the key holder of heaven? And one more I was talking to my sister-in-law who can still appreciate you as her brother-in-law. Rani, her name is not Rani like you just mentioned that over and over again!"
Ayra smiled sweetly at Liona who was starting to feel annoyed by Ayra's words.
Feeling faint with Ayra's face, Liona stood up and walked over to Ayra.
"You'll regret Ayra. You've caused trouble not only to Shela but also to Ku! Wait for the play date. I'll make sure this whole country sees how something you cover it up if it's for others to enjoy."
Liona smiled mockingly. Dahi Ayra shriveled her smile dimmed. Instantly his shadow returned to the massalu. But he was still in his heart. He did not want to be provoked emotions to face Liona.
"Do what you want. I just reminded you of Liona. Apologize to mom. You just broke the heart of someone who can make your sustenance narrow. The mustajab prayer is a mother's prayer for her child."
"Heh. I wasn't born from her womb!"
"Lionaaaaa!"
A voice of anger was blaring inside the room. Even Ayra's fine feathers goosebumps. Some Art ran into the room worried something might happen. The mistress of the painting raised her head. He looked for the source of the angry voice.
He knew the voice, but the voice that used to scream like that when angry to see his mother hurt is now not in this house. Who is the man who made that sound. Mrs Lukis circled her gaze in all the rooms until she stopped at one figure of the man she loved.