IKHTIAR AKMAL LOVE
MIHRAB LOVE

In the car. Akmal smiled to himself. Smiling at the thought of his attitude earlier who dared to propose to Cyra directly in front of his two parents.

After the maghrib prayer. Akmal prayed and asked for his steadiness to propose to Cyra. And finally, he dared to also express what had been his desire all along.

Rafiq's father sees Akmal smiling to himself while driving a car. Making Father Rafiq directly glance back at mama Jian while smilingly coding.

"Leave it." Mama Jian spoke without a sound.

Turned to Cyra. Arriving in the room. Cyra immediately rested her body on the bed.

For the first time to see her beloved princess speak to herself in a funny voice. It makes Cyra so excited and crying.

"Yes Allah. Oh, my God Aiza." Cyra immediately took her phone. Because she didn't want to miss the first time baby Zahwa spoke for herself.

The video lasted about five minutes and succeeded in making Cyra's heart flowery more than usual. There was a sense that he could not express with words. Because this was the first experience of his life.

"You must be happy, son. Because I just played with Abu." Like understanding Cyra's words. Baby Zahwa speaking again.

"God be Umi's son." Cyra immediately kissed baby Zahwa's cheeks.

Because of the happiness he felt. The person who first wanted Cyra to show baby Zahwa talking to himself was Akmal.

Akmal has not yet arrived home. And happened to be stopping at a red light hearing a message ringing on his phone.

"Mother campai yumah yet?" Cyra mimicked the voice of a young child while sending a video of baby Zahwa talking to himself.

Akmal smiled sweetly reading the message. Then open the video that Cyra just sent.

Rafiq's father and mama Jian who heard the baby's voice from inside their Akmal phone immediately asked.

"Who's Akmal's voice? Is it Dad's grandson?" rafiq's father was very curious.

"Yes Dad. Lookatthis. It's so adorable." Akmal immediately gave his phone to Rafiq's father.

"Pad's Replacement." Mama Jian was already impatient to want to see her as well.

"Dad's grandson is even more adorable" Rafiq's father said as he gave Akmal's phone to mama Jian.

"Goddessa. Oh, God is worried." Mama Jian wanted to pinch her fat cheek.

"It looks like he's happy because you just looked up and played Akmal." Akmal nodded his head.

His heart is happy. The happiness he had not felt all this time. Baby Zahwa is not her real son. But seeing her sick and growing up healthy. There was a sense of pride and pleasure in his heart.

Arriving at home. Akmal walked into the room while replying to a message from Cyra.

"Masyaallah the son of Abu. Just get smarter." Akmal reply added emoticon love.

"Persuade Umi ya Nak. To marry Abu. Let us be a happy family." Akmal smiled to himself sending such a message to Cyra.

Cyra across from there who was reading it also immediately smiled.

"Abu said cendili cama Umi. Umi's bial wants to." Cyra replied with the language of the children.

Akmal again continued to smile reading Cyra's reply.

"Bobo was Abu. Aiza's already sleepy." message from Cyra again.

"Good dream, baby. Abu dear Aiza and Umi." Akmal is very brave.

Cyra laughed softly reading a message from Akmal. But he did not want to return the message.

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In a very beautiful garden. Cyra who was holding baby Zahwa with a feeling of happiness. Suddenly someone closed his eyes from behind.

Cyra was obviously very scared. Until it made him tremble.

"Who are you! Get your hands out of my eyes!" cyra.

After seeing this guy. Cyra hugged her with tears.

"Sister Mirza!"

Mirza immediately hugged Cyra no less tightly.

"Why is it that every time Umi meets Abi she cries? Look Aiza. He was confused to see Umi." Mirza wiped Cyra's tears.

"Umi misses Abi" Cyra said.

"Abi also misses Umi. But ... "

"But what is Abi?" Cyra is asking.

"There are people who miss Umi more than Abi." Mirza smiled in complete shade.

"Who is Abi?" Cyra was confused.

"Let's go with Abi." Mirza led Cyra's hand towards a room made of gold that was very blinding to the eyes.

"What is Abi?" mirza just smiled.

"He's the one who misses you so much." Mirza pointed at the person standing facing a mihrab.

The man turned to face Mirza and Cyra with a very sweet smile.

"Sir Akmal!"

Mirza smile. Slowly walk backwards. Makes Cyra feel confused and without her knowing. Mirza disappeared from sight.

"Sister Mirza! Sis!" shouted Cyra. And no, Akmal was already in front of him.

"Sister Mirza's already happy there Cyra." The surprised Cyra immediately turned to face Akmal.

"Let's step with me to God's heaven. God willing Brother will lead you as Brother Mirza guided you first." Akmal held Cyra's hand gently.

The two of them then stepped forward together towards a white light that was very blinding to the eyes. And at the same time Cyra woke up from her sleep.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!" cyra's breath is irregular.

His dream was real in front of his eyes. And made his heart beat twice as fast as before.

"What was I dreaming about?"

"It feels so real." Cyra has not been able to neutralize her feelings.

Look aside. Cyra saw baby Zahwa sleeping very fast.

Look at the wall clock in her room. No time has shown four o'clock more. That means he has missed his tahajud prayers.

To ease his raging feelings. Cyra chose to go down from the top of the bed to the bathroom to take a shower. After that he waited for the dawn prayer.

Same with Akmal. He chose to teach after performing hajat prayers last night. And now Akmal is waiting for the morning prayer.

Akmal does not care if it will be called shameless. For daring to marry the wife of his late brother.

All because of God. I intend to worship Him, even though I have to get a spicy sneer.

There will not be a single human being in this world that is far from the mouth of another human being.

The Messenger of Allah, who is very noble, will receive insults and insults from the Quraysh. We are ordinary people full of sins.

Hopefully Cyra can take the wisdom of the dream she just experienced. Before regret came too late for him.

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