A. N. S
Fear of Two Red Lines

"Alhamdulillah, Jazakumullah Khoiron my dear wife has been given it."

"Wife's obligation, mas. I've fulfilled your right, loo." I smiled and replied to her with a warm kiss. Allah is Romantic.

"May Allah make things easy, your thesis is fast running, graduation, graduating with good grades and giving birth to baby Sholeh or Sholehah."

"Aamiin,,, eit wait.wait for the last one I don't want, mas."

"The child is rezeqi and trust, dear, should not be rejected. Because we're capable of being parents."

"How will I do ?" Uhuk..uhuk while I cry....

"Oh Allah is great, already a wife who is still crying."

"The program was delayed again, yes...!!! Please....!!!!"

"It's already gone.."

"Whahahhahahha.."added kenceng nangisku. Finish me. Cook me pregnant position anyway.

"Cup.cup..sadly, it's the nature of women Lo so Mother. It is not that God's trust is crying."

"Looo. I'm not yet a mother."

"When do you leave, baby ?"

"Ndot know. It's not to be discussed."

"Loe...Lo...Lo..kok nambek that's what it is."

I immediately opened my laptop and searched for the necessary chapter four to chapter six files on the typo from the Yeti Lecturer earlier. Mas Ahmad who went wrong so not feeling good. He left me alone with a raging heart. Afraid that I'm in two red stripes. My feelings are not good. Ahhh I don't know...

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When the tahajud was at zero three, thirty minutes later, I was awakened by a kiss that landed on my forehead.

"I'm sorry if you're wrong, brother ?" I'm in a semi-conscious sitting position letting my life back from nature there.

" What's wrong ?"

"I'm sorry if it makes you sad you cry you blame yourself. You didn't want to eat last afternoon."

"Come jama'ah tahajud first, mas. The hunt is over time." I immediately got out of bed and moved closer to the bathroom to urinate and wudlu. My stomach was suddenly hungry for sure yesterday afternoon I went on a hunger strike. Until you seduced me to eat but I insisted on not wanting to go to the dining room. Still spoiled I'm like a child.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim...

Allohu Akbar's...." Mas Ahmad is praying tahajud.

We pray, pray for the best for us. Until the time before dawn, he invited me to worship at the mosque.

"I pray at home. Go to the mosque itself. I'm sorry, I can't accompany you this time."

"Allah is angry. We went to the mosque first." As he kissed my forehead. I can see he really loves me. I was angry and he was patient.

"Assalamualaikum, baby. Wehhhhh, I slept again my wife." Sorry I'm in a bad mood no longer bothered. I slept to gather strength for the lecturer's consultation this morning to campus. I can turn into Naruto with his power.

Mas Ahmad opened my script which yesterday there were errors he read one by one page that I revised. He noticed with detail the error of the process. Until he looked, there was nothing wrong with his wife's writing.

Slowly I heard her sweet voice chanting the holy verse of the Quran. And Alhamdulillah he has a habit of never sleeping finished morning prayers. Until the dawn of dawn he In Shaa Allah has routinely performed Sunnah prayers. God is a good priest.