YOUR LOVE Brought Me To Jannah
CALL YOU DARLING.

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Hidayah is not dependent on intelligence, or wealth, or heredity, or tribe, or good looks. Hidayah is the gift of Allah, so ask Allah to send it down to you, and keep it until the end of life.

That is one of the reasons why you should read the letter of Al Fatihah at every prayer, which contains a request for guidance, even though you are already Muslim and even diligent in praying.

Because you pray today, not enough as a guarantee you will still pray besaok day. And conversely, who has not prayed today, not necessarily so on, it could be tomorrow he who is diligent in praying while you change his position as a lazy person to pray.

Therefore, throw away pride because you feel you can guide and throw away the culture of nyinyir every time you see people who are absorbed in sin.

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The arrival of Wijaya, who visited Afnan was immediately welcomed by Kyai Abdur Rahim. Then the two chatted with each other over breakfast, which had been prepared by Umi Salamah and Shafiqah. And after they finished their breakfast. Kyai Abdur Rahim said goodbye, because of course he was very tired after keeping Afnan overnight. Because her husband took her home, finally Umi Salamah came home. Stay Syafiqah and Vijaya in the nursery of Afnan.

"Look? When Fiqah was in a coma, what did Grandpa do to bring Fiqah back to consciousness? Did Grandpa call the greatest doctor?" ask Shafiqah, without seeing his Grandfather. Because that gaze of hers was still leading to the bed where her Husband was currently being treated.

"Yes, when you were in a coma, Grandpa brought in a Doctor from abroad! But still you are not aware too Nak," replied Wijaya as it is. Hearing the words of the Grandfather, the view of Syafiqah also directly leads to Vijaya.

"Then what did Grandpa do to make Fiqah aware?" tanyanya, with her curious face.

"At that time, Grandpa was desperate. Because Grandpa's been to some doctors. But you are not, consciously. Until finally Grandpa was reunited with Afnan," replied Wijaya, who finally told him everything. From the first day he met Afnan. In fact, he also recounted when Afnan taught him to pray and teach. And from there he knew, knowing the way of treatment through the Qur'an.

Hearing the Grandfather's story, the face of Syafiqah immediately turned sad. He could not teach, "Humm.. Fiqah cannot teach! How does the Fiqh recite Afnan Al-Qur'an Kek," he said sounding soft.

"Don't be sad, son. You can, as long as you want to learn it. Gini son, God willing, tomorrow Grandpa will come again, and will bring you teacher njai. How do you want my son?" tanya Wijaya, giving a proposal to Syafiqah.

"You Cake, Mau! Fiqah wants! Why wait for tomorrow, cake? Why not today?" ask the Shafiqah.

"Today can't, son! Grandpa went to the police station. To testify about yesterday's events, son. This alone Grandpa can't linger here. So tomorrow Grandpa's coming again, huh?" reply Wijaya, explaining the reason he could not accompany his grandson.

"Patience to Child. Trust in Allah, rest assured you will be able to pass this test," said Vijaya, while he stroked the head of the Shafiqah which is now covered with his hijab.

"Aamiya.. Yes Kek," replied the Shafiqah, smiling gently at Grandpa.

"Yes, then Grandpa said yes son. You're fine here, take care of your husband, sincerely okay?" said Wijaya again.

"Yes Cake. In shaa Allah," replied the Shafiqah briefly.

"Yes Grandpa's gone yes, Assalamu'alaikum,"

"Wa'alaikumus greetings, Cake,"

After getting a greeting from the Grandchild. Vijaya immediately rushed away, and stayed alone, with Afnan who still looks unconscious. After Wijaya's departure, Syafiqah immediately approached his bed Afnan. Then she looked at the pale face of her husband. Even unconsciously his hand had now touched that pale face.

"Afnan..? How long are you gonna sleep like this, anyway?" murmured Shafiqah, with his hands still tracing his face. Suddenly he remembered, to the request of Afnan, who asked him to call him Dear. In fact, she also remembered the words of Afnan, who would make her a perfect woman. Remembering that, Shafiqah also approached his lips, keelinganya Afnan.

"Darling.get up! Wouldn't you make me the perfect woman? So come on wake up sweetheart" whispered Shafiqah to his ear Afnan. But it was not responded by Afnan. But Shafiqah does not despair.he constantly whispers the same thing to his knowledge.

"Honey.. Wake dong! You have not taught me to pray and teach! If you're like this all the time, then who am I to learn it, honey?" shafiqah said again, as he gave a kiss on the forehead, cheeks, nose Afnan. In fact, he also briefly kissed his pale lips Afnan as well.

"Come on, darling, wake up! I've complied with your wishes, to call, you dear. But why don't you wake up anyway.hiks..! When do you want to ignore Fiqah? hiks.hiks.." said Syafiqah, whose tone he now speaks, there began to be despair. Even the crying also broke because, he saw Afnan no longer respond to it. Until he finally became upset.

"Huh! Nevermind! Whatever you! Go to sleep next! Don't get up, let me find someone else! I won't care about you anymore!" he said as he rubbed his tears violently. He also left Afnan. But suddenly his hand was restrained by someone. And accompanied by the voice of a man who sounded still a little weak.

"You want to leave me, baby?"

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