YOUR LOVE Brought Me To Jannah
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Praise is a test of kindness, because when we are praised, we may feel arrogant and amazed at ourselves, even we forget that all these favors are from Allah Azza wa Jalla, then we feel great and arrogant and forget to be grateful. Being amazed at yourself is a destructive trait...

We need prayer more than praise, because usually praise can deceive us.

Therefore, we must learn to be sincere and forbidden to praise excessively. Thus, all the good deeds we do will not result in fatigue but lillah (because of God).

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Time is even at night.

It looks like Syafiqah has been neatly dressed in a white shirt combined with a black jacket. While the bottom he deliberately wears black jeans as well. And this time his curly hair he deliberately tied it up into one and up, until exposed to the neck of the white level.

After everything was tidy, Shafiqah immediately rushed to leave his room. And when he passed the living room. It turned out that Wijaya and Afnan were there, seeing both of them were busy chatting. But immediately the chatter of the two was stopped when they saw the Shafiqah who looked ready to leave.

"Where are you going, son?" tanya Wijaya looked curious.

"Fiqah wants to meet with Sarah Kek, we have agreed to meet today," replied Syafiqah as it is.

"Can't you just meet here, son?" ask Wijaya again.

"What the hell is a cake? Don't tell me, Grandpa also wants to ban Fiqah, to meet with Sarah, too?"

"It's true, son! Because right now the situation around you is still not safe, son! That's why as much as possible you do not go out first, because Grandpa does not want the events that befall you to repeat again, son," replied Wijaya, reminding Syafiqah of the accident.

"But Kek, Fiqah has promised, same Sarah. Kakekkan knows, Sarah is his best friend Fiqah. So please let Fiqah see him, huh Kek? Because Fiqah did not want to make him disappointed Kek, so please for this time only Kek," pinta Syafiqah as he clenched his hands to the grandfather. Hope the Kekek gives his permission.

"All right! But you must be accompanied by Nak Afnan! How are you ready hm?" vijaya reply. Because he had obtained a code from Afnan, so that he gave his permission to Shafiqah.

"Yaa erah..why should he again Cake? Fiqah is so bored to see his face! Not at home, not at the office, his face Mulu seen. Time yes Fiqah want to play for a while outside must see his face again anyway Kek?" shafiqah protests, which he seems to hate Afnan. So when the grandfather called his name as a condition, his eyes immediately looked at Afnan's face with a look full of hatred.

"Yes Grandpa doesn't make it! If you don't want to be papa, either. So you stay back in your room again solicitation?" said Wijaya casually, as he took a cup containing sweet tea, then he sipped it casually as well.

"Huh! Grandpa mah that! This is not fair, Cake! Time just because she Fiqah had to fail to meet Sarah anyway!" the Shafiqah protests are so upset. But at that moment he suddenly remembered Toni, "Look Cake, how about Fiqah accompanied by Toni only Cake? Was Grandpa's confidant also? So please let Fiqah go with Toni huh Kek?" he said again, full of hope.

"No! Grandpa's decision is already unanimous! Go with Afnan, or not at all!" firmly Wijaya, making Syafiqah look back at Afnan with annoyance.

"Huh! Your Satisfaction! Yes, let's go now!" shafiqah said to Afnan, with a cold look.

"Yes Miss!" reply Afnan, as he rose from his seat, "Grandfather, Afnan go first huh? Assalamualaikum," he said again to Wijaya.

"Go, be careful on the road and stay alert huh? Wa'alaikumus salam warahmatullahi wabarakatu," replied Vijaya, while patting his former grandson.

"In shaa Allah Kek," Afnan said again, then he immediately followed Syafiqah, who had first come out of his village Vijaya.

"Where are we going now, Miss?" asked Afnan, glancing at his rearview mirror. To see the face of his wife who is currently jutek to him.

"To the motor sport club!" reply Shafiqah with a stern look, without wanting to see his face Afnan

"Well Miss," Afnan replied, and as usual, before he started the engine of his car, he would pray, which he actually wanted to teach his wife.

"Huh! Ya lama? Lots of rituals! Quickly run the car!" snapped Shafiqah, who began to be annoyed to hear Afnan pray.

"Astaghfirullah Miss, this is for our safety, did Miss want to go into a coma again and Miss's spirit haunts again?" afnan said that he accidentally slipped, because he remembered when Syafiqah was in a coma.

"What did you say? A spirit? What do you mean, huh?" tanya Shafiqah, looks so curious.

"Eh, it's nothing Miss! Forget it!" afnan said that he then focused on driving it.

"Huh! You little gaje guy!" syafiqah. But still heard by Afnan's ears. But he doesn't care about it.

"Astaghfirullah, why did Ana fall flat? Ana should not remember it again! Maybe that time was not him, but a genie that resembled him. Ah Wallahu nature only God knows. If indeed that time, really his spirit, may he immediately remember everything," the inner Afnan, who looks very hopeful that Shafiqah can remember himself again.

After traveling for about an hour. Finally their car entered an area that seemed like a place where the car racers practiced, or clashed their abilities with fellow racers. And not far from the race area, there is a Caffe with a motor sport club. The place to pick up young people, who have a hobby of car racing.

After getting out of his car, Syafiqah immediately rushed into the cafe. And of course Afnan, wanted to follow him. But even Shafiqah immediately stopped his steps, "Hey..Just wait here! Don't follow me you understand!" he nodded with his cold gaze.

"Sorry Miss! I can't! Because I've been entrusted by your Grandfather, to look after you!" said Afnan, with a flat face.

"Curtain! A lot of Lo talk! I don't care! Anyway you don't come near me!" snarled Shafiqah, as he pushed Afnan's chest. And at the same time..

"Fiqah?! Aaaakh.. Finally you came too! I really want to know Lo!" shouted a woman, who suddenly immediately embraced Shafiqah.

"Nolder..! I also miss Lo Sat!" reply Syafiqah, who also welcomed the embrace of the woman called Sarah. The two finally embraced each other while jumping up and down, for pleasure. Because he finally met his best friend.

"Well, I forgot Fiq, do you remember Rakakan? That's the little guy you used to lose" Sarah said, reminding Syafiqah.

"Don't you remember, what's the matter with him?" asked Shafiqah, as he frowned his forehead a sign he was curious.

"He's abstaining from Lo again Fiq, by putting his own car down. As long as Lo knows his car Lamborghini Veneno the most expensive car number one Brai. Cool to know if you ignore it," said Sarah, look excited when calling the name of the car that is the bet. Shafiqah, smiling obliquely, heard that.

"Hmm.okay then, who's afraid! When's plan?" shafiqah asked and at the same time, there was a voice of a man who suddenly appeared from behind the Syafiqah.

"Now! What dare you?"

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