Sinar Cinta Ramadhan
Someone's Coming

"Thank you, Ram. I'm proud of you. Please forgive the mother who has failed you so often." Tears flowed back down Fauziah's cheek.

"Why is Mom crybaby? Little bit of a cry Mother. Rama has often said to me. Rama doesn't want to see tears on Mom's cheek." Rama rubbed his mother's cheek gently.

Fauziah carved a beautiful smile on her lips, and tried to stop her tears.

"What time did you pick up Laila? Don't be late, pity him if he waits long. Remember he's not used to living hard lives like us. Don't give her a chance to complain" she said.

"Mother was very worried, if her son disappointed his daughter-in-law. Don't-don't now I'm unfortunately the same Laila and not love Rama."

"Ha-ha-ha, what the hell are you, Ram. This mother is a girl. I just don't want any trouble between you and Laila. Try to understand women, sometimes small things can make them very happy. Don't ever underestimate that," said the mother.

"Ready, Mom. It seems that mother understands Laila better. What else does Rama have to do to make Laila happy?" rama asked as he approached his mother.

"Stop holding Mom often. Clasp your wife often!" Fauziah.

"Ha-ha-ha, this mom is funny. Why does mom always forbid me to hug mom anyway? This is a sign that Rama loves Mom very much. Anyway, Laila can't be jealous of you." Rama leaned his head on his mother's shoulder.

"Mom knows that, but I'm getting uncomfortable if you're like this. It feels like a shy mother if you are still spoiled like this. You are not a child anymore, now you will have a child," said the mother at the end of the smile, imagining Rama becoming a father.

"Oh, so the story wants to have a grandchild. Deserve to tell his son often to approach the wife." Rama smiled and moved his head.

"Ha-ha-ha. You know it. I can't wait to kiss my granddaughter. Because now there's someone more entitled to kiss the child Mother, so instead you have to love Mother grandson." Fauziah released Rama's hand which was still perched on his shoulder.

"Why did Mom say that? That was Rama's mother. I still have the right to kiss Rama. Come on, hug Rama's kiss!" Rama seduces the mother, bringing the cheek closer to the lips of the mother.

"Stop, Rama! Not funny." complained Fauziah while distancing himself from his son.

Rama continued to tease, until the mother issued a sharp move so that the son stopped teasing him.

"Awww" he lamented with a sore leg.

Rama stopped his actions. He saw the mother's hand holding his leg.

"Mom, is it okay?" rama asked worriedly.

"No," Fauziah replied casually as he gave a smile holding back his laughter.

"No." Rama was surprised to see the expression of the mother who was about to laugh because of the pranking of the son.

"Mother Rama?" Rama frowned.

Finally, the mother let go of her laughter. Rama smiled happily to see the mother laughing so freely.

"Thank you God. I was still given a chance to cheer Mom up. Rama was happy to see Mother's laughter. May you always laugh like this" muttered Rama as he looked at her gently.

"It has. There are other women that you have to engrave a smile on besides Mom. Let's pick him up, don't let you be late!" tell mom to smile.

"Alright, Mom. Rama pick Laila up first, yeah. Ramah pammit." Rama clenched his mother's hand.

"Be careful. Don't talk about bringing Mom's daughter-in-law. Slow down, the important thing is congratulations."

"Yes, Mom. Assalamualaikum says. The slurry was washed out, yes. Not finished yet," said Rama while glancing at the porridge plate on the table.

"Yes, you got home must have been exhausted" said Fauziah.

Rama passed from Fauziah's sight. Happiness enveloped his heart. 'May Rama and Laila always get along forever, always loving each other, and be kept away from unwanted things, may the household be sadinah, mawaddah, warahmah. Aamiin' Inner Fauziah.

The tring!

A chat came in on Laila's phone.

"[Darling, I'm at the store next to campus. I'm waiting for you here]" Rama.

Laila threw herself into ice cream, and she approached Rama.

"Darling! Assalamualaikum." Laila grabbed Rama's hand and kissed him.

"Getishalight." Rama gently rubbed Laila's head and kissed her forehead.

"Eu, why don't you wait inside?" ask Laila curious.

Rama's face changed.

"I don't feel good getting inside with this butut bike. I'm afraid your friends are mocking you" said Rama.

"Honey, why do you think about people? I don't care about any of that. Don't make me an ungodly wife, as if I don't want to accept your situation. Please don't be like this." The clear circle runs down the river on Laila's smooth cheeks.

Rama was overwhelmed by what his wife said. He really didn't want to disappoint her. In the rubbing the clear circle gently.

"Darling, I really don't want to disappoint you. The slightest thing I'll take care of, so you don't get hurt." Rama stared softly at Laila as she squeezed her beautiful cheeks with both hands of Rama.

"But this disappointed me. I don't want to make you feel contemptible, with your circumstances. I love you for who you are, no matter what you are. Don't hide yourself from the world, I'll proudly say that you're my husband." Tears kept flowing down Laila's cheeks.

"I'm sorry, baby. I thought you'd be glad I was like this" Rama said, hugging Laila.

"That means you don't know your wife. I beg you not to make treasure my measure of happiness. Did you forget? What I have all this time should be yours, facilities, houses, goods, money, all that you are more entitled to" Laila said in Rama's arms.

"No." Rama broke his embrace.

"Listen. What my father has I may have the right to enjoy, but it's all still his, he has the right to give it to anyone he wants including you. I am the me. I will fight alone to give you a decent life. You support me, yes," said Rama softly.

Laila nodded her head and hugged Rama again.

"Tomorrow, I want you inside. Don't wait outside like this. Let my friends know you are my husband" Laila said proudly.

Rama nodded his head, carving a smile on his lips.

***

One month later.

Rama, Laila and Fauziah were shocked by the arrival of a man to his house.

The man in the suit, with a burly, handsome and handsome body, stood at the door of Fauziah's house.

Those who were joking suddenly stopped their laughter when they heard the knock on the door from the man.

"You-you?" Fauziah was shocked to see the man coming.

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