THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 133 - SESION 2 (The Happy Story)

"Liana! Queen Liana Wulandari!"

"Wow? Wak Hardi's?"

"Wake, Son! Your journey is still long, Liana. Come back to your happy life! Your daughter is still very young. Queen Beby Aprillia still desperately needs your guidance. And so is Airlangga. The boy is not so mature. He often endangers himself in order to help the creatures who always come to him for help."

"Sir Hardi..."

Liana nodded once.

The achievement of the warm hands of the Uncle who was like a biological parent for Liana.

They go back in line. Smiling then laughing happily, while walking and Wak Hardi told me.

"You know what, Liana? We are born into the world to have brought the book of covenant with Allah Ta'ala. Suratan destiny is his name. We are indeed not given a memory by the Creator of any agreement we agree with God Azza Wajalla. That is why we are given a shadow report called fate. You must know, the shadow report can change at any time. Along with the steps and determination to change in a better direction. Your destiny, is the descendant of Tubagus Wetan. And your fate is to help others in need. Keep fighting for your good fortune, son! Never forget the goodness of Allah Ta'ala in you. Never deny Him the All-Powerful. Do not leave the prayer, because by always maintaining your inner relationship to the Empyrean Life, then your life will still be straight and directed. Although sometimes the tests and trials are heavy crashing. You'll be able to get up and fight back!"

Liana looked at Wak Hardi's face. He highly upholds the science of life and the advice of his Wak that goes into his heart.

"Yes, Wak!"

Wak Hardi's smile expands.

"I'm home, huh? My work in the world is over. Always pray that I wait for the day of vengeance. I need always your prayers, to ease the sins of the world."

"Sir..."

"Assalamualaikum, Queen Liana!"

"Greetings, Wak Hardi!"

Liana sadly let go of the tight grip of Wak Hardi's warm hand.

But he cannot fight destiny.

Wak Hardi had been different in nature to him. And he knew there was a different place for the deceased and the deceased.

His eyes could only stare at Wakya until he moved away from the view and disappeared.

"Sir Hardi!"

Liana woke up at three in the morning.

He rose from his sleep. He was covered with sweat but his heart warmed happily.

Her tears slowly.

The husband who slept next to me with his face sideways.

Liana rubbed Jonathan's cheeks softly.

"Mas Jonathan.." - He softly whispered.

Liana bowed her body, now she can move back.

His memory had also recovered as usual.

Her love for her husband grew even greater considering how Jonathan was so caring and caring for her painstakingly during her one-year coma.

Not a minute.

Jonathan was also forty-six years old. Not too old, especially old. It must still be very high biological desire to reach the peak of pleasure heaven world.

But Jonathan chooses to retreat from all of his reality life to take care of Liana, who is lying in a coma. His own life was hopeless. And the medics began giving opinions that Jonathan pull out the relief breathing tube in Liana's body.

This is the miracle of Allah Ta'ala.

Nothing is impossible in this world. It all comes back to His will.

...Subhanallah Walhamdulillah Walailahillallah Wallahu Akbar...

Liana tried to get out of her bed.

He put his foot on the hospital floor.

All gone, disappeared changed the movement that flexed his body.

Liana walked slowly to the bathroom.

Washing his face, brushing his teeth and then ablution.

For a long time Liana did not touch her prayer mat and clothes.

His eyes were looking for those two things. And there is.

A long prayer mat in blue is also white mucena in the drawer under the closet.

His first two tahajjud prayers came after three days of waking up from a coma with half the memory lost. Liana gave thanks to Allah Ta'ala.

Crying a hiccup in the expanse of prayer at three more in the morning.

Subhanallah. Most Holy is Allah Who created all nature and its contents.

Jonathan who faintly heard the sound of sobs slowly woke up from his sleep.

He gasped to see Liana's bed was empty.

Jonathan turned to look at the man sitting facing the Qibla and wept softly.

Lianas? Is that really Liana Wulandari my wife?

Jonathan rubbed his eyes. Unbelieving but real.

Liana was praying on the floor next to her iron bed.

Instantly the petrified Jonathan shed tears. But his consciousness quickly ambushed.

Jonathan took ablution.

He immediately took his place to the right of the wife. Also pray sunah dua raka'at as a prostration of gratitude for happiness because his wife has now fully recovered.

Finished the tahajud prayer both crying and hugging tightly.

"I love you, Jonathan! I love you so much, my dear husband! Hik hik hicks..."

"Thank you my wife! Thank you God! Hik hik hicks..."

Jonathan was crying happily.

Relieved, his wife remembered him.

He bowed in gratitude again and again with tears in his eyes.

"You are my best soul mate that God sent me in this world! I ask Allah Ta'ala, may in the Hereafter God betrothed Me to you again. I don't want anything else. Just want you to be alone, Jonathan!"

"Hik hik hicks... Lianas! Liana Darling! I'm sorry for saying bad things a year ago. Forgive me for being so weak that I can hurt your heart, my wife!"

Jonathan is resting on Liana's lap. Apologizing sincerely about her words before Liana fainted and fell into a coma for a year.

Liana shook her head.

"No, Mom! You're not wrong. We are just ordinary people. Who sometimes feel like stopping to break the rope of sadness that whack our lives. And at that time, Jordan was in need of comfort from you. Because you are his brother. Brother Jordan is. I don't blame you, Mum!"

"I have accepted my karma of guilt. You disappeared from me. Take away your love, and I'm not ready for you to leave like that. I love you, Liana! It even loved you so much that God was jealous and took it from me. For a year I asked God for forgiveness. Taking care of your body lying in a coma is one of God's virtues to make amends. And the peak is when you are conscious but do not remember Me. Oh my God, this sad heart, Liana. But I'm happy, my Liana has returned home even though it took a long time to get her to what she was."

"Hik hik hicks... These are all fruits of your patience, my dear! The fruit of the prayers that you offer each day in the five prostrations of time and your sunnahs, Mas!"

"The saddest thing was when Jordan suddenly turned into the most annoying person. He said he was now on par with me. He said I was indirectly already mentally you when I was not. It never will. And my wife is one, Liana Wulandari. And I will never divorce my wife for anything. Hik hik hicks..."

Liana tightly hugged Jonathan's body.

They came back crying together.

Happiness cries.

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